Chapter 1: Altitude and Attitude
The crisp Colorado air bit at my skin as Tish and I stepped out of the rental car, the Rocky Mountains looming like silent giants around us. At 43, Tish still turned heads with her killer curves—those yoga pants she loved hugged her ass so tight, I knew she wasn’t wearing a damn thing underneath. Her breasts strained against her fitted jacket, and I caught the smirk on her face as she noticed me staring.
“Eyes up, Adam,” she teased, her voice sharp as a whip. “We’re not alone, you horny bastard.”
I grinned, adjusting my jeans to hide the growing evidence of just how much I wanted her. “Can’t help it, babe. You’re a walking distraction.”
Behind us, our friends Mark and Lila unloaded their gear from the trunk. Mark, a burly guy with a loud laugh, slapped me on the back. “Man, you two need a room already. We’re not even at the cabin yet!”
Tish spun around, her dark eyes glinting with mischief. “Oh, Mark, don’t act like you’re not sneaking looks at Lila’s ass every chance you get. Hypocrite.”
Lila, a fiery redhead with a tongue as quick as Tish’s, laughed and tossed her hair. “He wishes he could handle this ass. Keep up, boys, or we’ll leave you in the snow.”
The cabin was a rustic masterpiece, all wood and stone, nestled in a clearing with a view that could steal your breath—if Tish hadn’t already done that. We dropped our bags, popped open a bottle of whiskey, and settled by the roaring fire. The tension between us all was thicker than the mountain fog. Tish sat close to me, her thigh pressing against mine, her hand casually brushing my crotch under the blanket we shared. I was already hard as hell, and she knew it.
“Careful, woman,” I muttered under my breath, my voice rough. “You’re playing with fire.”
She leaned in, her lips grazing my ear as she whispered, “Good. I like it hot. Bet I can make you sweat before the night’s over.”
Across the room, Lila caught the exchange and raised an eyebrow. “You two are shameless. Get a grip—or at least wait ‘til we’re asleep.”
Tish smirked, not missing a beat. “Oh, Lila, don’t pretend you’re not dying to watch. Bet you’d learn a thing or two.”
The banter kept up, sharp and loaded, until Mark and Lila finally called it a night, disappearing into their room with a knowing chuckle. The second their door clicked shut, Tish was on me, straddling my lap, her yoga pants stretched tight over her hips. I could feel the heat of her pussy through the thin fabric, already wet, already driving me insane.
“Fuck, Tish,” I growled, gripping her ass with both hands. “You’ve been teasing me all damn day.”
She ground against me, her breath hot on my neck. “And you love it, don’t you? Bet you’re dying to rip these pants off and take me right here.”
My cock throbbed under her, begging for release, as her fingers tugged at my belt with a wicked grin. The firelight danced across her skin, and I knew we were seconds away from exploding—right there on the cabin couch, with the mountains as our only witness.
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