Chapter 1: Altitude and Attitude
The crisp Colorado air bit at my cheeks as Tish and I stepped out of the rental car, the Rocky Mountains looming like silent, seductive giants around us. At 43, Tish still turned heads with her killer curves—those yoga pants hugging her nice, firm ass like a second skin, no underwear to interrupt the view. Her breasts strained against her tight thermal top, and I couldn’t help but smirk at the thought of what lay beneath. We’d come here for a getaway with our friends, Mark and Lila, but I had other peaks in mind to conquer.
‘Damn, babe, you’re gonna give the mountains a run for their money,’ I teased, sliding a hand over her hip as we unloaded our bags at the cozy cabin we’d rented. Tish shot me a wicked grin, her hazel eyes glinting with mischief.
‘Keep your hands to yourself, Adam, or I’ll make you climb more than just a trail,’ she fired back, swatting my hand away with a laugh that promised trouble. Her voice was low, dripping with challenge, and I felt a familiar stir in my jeans.
Mark and Lila pulled up behind us, their banter already in full swing. Lila, a fiery brunette with a sharp tongue, hopped out and eyed Tish’s outfit with a raised brow. ‘Girl, you’re out here with no panties in this cold? You’re either insane or just begging for attention.’
Tish smirked, tossing her dark hair over her shoulder. ‘Maybe I’m just keeping things accessible. You should try it sometime—might loosen you up.’
‘Oh, honey, I’m plenty loose where it counts,’ Lila shot back, winking at Mark, who just rolled his eyes and muttered something about needing a beer. The tension between us all was palpable, a mix of playful jabs and unspoken heat simmering beneath the surface.
Inside the cabin, the fire crackled as we settled in with drinks, the conversation turning from ski plans to more dangerous territory. Tish sat close to me on the couch, her thigh pressed against mine, her hand casually resting high on my leg. Every move she made was deliberate, a silent dare. I could feel myself getting hard just from the proximity, her scent—wild and intoxicating—driving me up the wall.
‘So, Adam,’ Lila purred from across the room, sipping her wine with a sly smile. ‘You ever get tired of staring at Tish’s ass in those pants, or is that a full-time job?’
I chuckled, meeting Tish’s gaze before answering. ‘It’s a career, Lila. Best gig I’ve ever had. But I’m open to overtime if the right offer comes up.’
Tish’s fingers tightened on my thigh, her nails digging in just enough to make me hiss. ‘Careful, babe,’ she warned, her voice a sultry growl. ‘I don’t share my toys unless I’m in the mood to play too.’
The room felt hotter, the air thick with innuendo. Mark laughed, breaking the tension for a moment, but I could see the way Lila’s eyes lingered on Tish, the way Tish’s breath hitched when I shifted closer. We were all teetering on the edge of something wild, something reckless.
Later, after Mark and Lila retreated to their room, Tish pulled me toward the bedroom, her grip on my wrist firm and unyielding. The door barely clicked shut before she shoved me against it, her body pressed hard against mine. ‘You’ve been eye-fucking me all night,’ she accused, her lips hovering over mine, her breath hot and teasing.
‘Guilty as charged,’ I growled, my hands sliding down to grip her ass, pulling her tighter against me. I was rock hard now, aching for her. ‘But you’re the one parading around with that pussy barely covered. You’re begging for it.’
Her eyes flashed with fire, and she nipped at my lower lip, hard enough to sting. ‘Begging? Oh, honey, I don’t beg. I take.’
And with that, she dropped to her knees, her fingers working my belt with ruthless efficiency, her gaze locked on mine as she freed my cock. I groaned, already sweating, my breath coming in sharp pants as she smirked up at me, her tongue darting out to tease. I knew I was in for it—and I couldn’t wait to see how far she’d push me tonight.
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