Midnight Desires on the Summit Retreat
Under the crisp mountain air, the four women piled out of their rented SUV, laughter echoing off the snow-capped peaks. The Summit Retreat sprawled before them like a hidden jewel—rustic cabins nestled among pine forests, steaming hot springs bubbling nearby, and trails winding into misty valleys. This was Lila’s birthday getaway, a week of indulgence away from husbands and routines. At 35, Lila felt the pull of adventure stronger than ever, her mixed Asian-Latino heritage giving her that sun-kissed glow and curves that turned heads.
“Sisters, this place is pure magic,” Lila breathed, slinging her bag over her shoulder. Her dark hair cascaded in loose waves, framing eyes that sparkled with mischief.
Mia, 36 and all voluptuous Italian fire, bumped her hip against Lila’s. “Magic? Honey, with us here, it’s gonna be a damn inferno.” Mia’s olive skin and generous hips swayed as she grabbed a bottle of wine from the trunk, her laugh deep and throaty.
Kendra and Jade, the inseparable duo at 38 and 40, exchanged knowing glances. Kendra, athletic and toned from years of yoga instruction, flexed her arms playfully. Her smooth ebony skin gleamed under the sun, short cropped hair accentuating her sharp features. Jade, curvier with flowing locs down her back, ran the boutique spa back home. “Let’s claim our cabin before the fun starts,” she said, her voice a sultry drawl.
They’d bonded years ago at a discreet wellness retreat turned wild after-hours party. What started as shared massages evolved into tangled nights of exploration. Open marriages kept things spicy—Lila’s tech hubby loved the stories, Mia’s artist partner sketched her escapades. Kendra and Jade? They’d found each other amid the chaos of bad breakups, turning their passion into a thriving couples’ therapy side gig. No judgments, just raw connection.
As they unpacked in the shared suite—plush king beds, a roaring fireplace, and a private deck overlooking the springs—the air hummed with possibility. “Remember our rule?” Jade teased, popping the wine cork. “One stud services all, or we keep hunting.”
Kendra chuckled, her mind already wandering to the resort’s infamous sauna. “Deal. But seven days without? I’d climb these mountains myself.”
Chapter 1: Steamy Whispers in the Heat
The sauna’s wooden door creaked open, enveloping Kendra in a wave of eucalyptus-scented steam. She’d slipped away after lunch, craving the heat to loosen her muscles from the drive. Towel wrapped tight around her athletic frame, she settled on the cedar bench, eyes half-closed as sweat beaded on her skin.
Footsteps echoed softly. She cracked one eye to see him—a guy in his mid-20s, towel slung low on narrow hips, droplets tracing paths down his tanned chest. Broad shoulders tapered to a V, curly black hair damp and tousled. He looked like he could hike these trails all day, with a boyish grin that hid something sharper.
“Mind if I join?” His voice was smooth, laced with a faint accent—maybe Brazilian roots? He didn’t wait for an answer, dropping onto the bench opposite her.
Kendra’s gaze flicked down, noting the subtle bulge under his towel. Bold. She liked that. “Only if you don’t mind the company.” Her tone was playful, but her pulse quickened. The air thickened, not just from the steam.
He leaned back, arms stretching along the wall. “I’m Alex. Solo trip, recharging after a brutal semester. You?”
“Kendra. Here with friends, celebrating.” She shifted, letting her towel ride up just enough to show the curve of her thigh. The heat made everything feel electric, skin prickling.
Alex’s eyes darkened, tracing her form. “Celebrating how? Looks like you ladies know how to unwind.”
She smirked, the conversation turning like the steam swirling around them. They talked travel, laughs mixing with the hiss of water on hot stones. But Kendra caught the signals—the way he adjusted his towel, the lingering looks. When she mentioned their “group dynamic,” his grin widened.
“Group, huh? Sounds intriguing.” He stood, towel slipping a fraction, revealing the base of something thick and veined. “Ever test the waters with a stranger?”
Heart pounding, Kendra rose too, closing the gap. The scent of his clean sweat mingled with the woodsy air. “Depends on the stranger.” Her hand brushed his chest, feeling the rapid thump beneath.
Alex didn’t hesitate. He pulled her close, lips crashing into hers in a hungry kiss that tasted of salt and promise. Tongues danced, rough and urgent, as hands roamed. She tugged his towel free, gasping at the sight—nine inches of rigid heat, curving slightly, head glistening.
“Fuck, you’re packing,” she murmured, dropping to her knees on the warm floor. The steam blurred everything, making it feel like a dream. She wrapped her lips around him, savoring the velvety hardness, the musky taste flooding her mouth.
Alex groaned, fingers tangling in her short hair. “Shit, Kendra… just like that.” He thrust gently, hips rocking as she hollowed her cheeks, slurping noisily. Saliva dripped down her chin, mixing with sweat, the wet sounds echoing off the walls.
She pulled back, strings of spit connecting them. “My turn.” Standing, she unwrapped her towel, exposing firm breasts with dark nipples pebbled from the heat, and the trimmed patch above her slick folds.
Alex’s eyes devoured her. He spun her around, bending her over the bench. The wood scorched her palms as he knelt, tongue diving between her thighs. He lapped at her like a man starved, the flat of his tongue dragging over her clit, fingers parting her lips to plunge inside. Kendra bucked, moaning low, the tangy scent of her arousal filling the space.
“Taste so damn good,” he growled, nipping her inner thigh. She came hard, thighs quaking, juices coating his chin.
Not done, Alex stood, aligning himself. “Ready for the real heat?” He thrust in, stretching her with a burn that blurred pain and bliss. Kendra cried out, nails digging into wood as he pounded, skin slapping wetly. Each drive hit deep, her walls clenching around his girth.
“Harder, fuck me like you mean it!” she demanded, pushing back. Alex obliged, yanking her hips, the sauna’s heat amplifying every sensation—the sting of sweat in her eyes, the creak of benches, the raw slap of flesh.
His pace faltered, breaths ragged. “Gonna cum…”
“Inside? No—pull out.” She spun, dropping again, mouth engulfing him. He erupted with a guttural roar, hot spurts hitting her tongue, salty and thick. She swallowed greedily, milking every drop until he shuddered, spent.
They collapsed against the wall, panting. “That was… intense,” Alex said, voice hoarse.
Kendra wiped her mouth, grinning. “Just the audition. Got friends who might want a piece.”
His eyes lit up. “Bring it.”
She snapped a quick pic on her phone—his smirking face, towel back on—before slipping out, legs still trembling. The cool air outside hit like a slap, but inside, fire raged. Time to rally the girls. 🔥
Chapter 2: Flames of Confession
Back in the cabin, the fire crackled as Kendra burst through the door, cheeks flushed not just from the sauna. Lila, Mia, and Jade lounged on the oversized couch, sipping herbal tea, their robes loose and inviting.
“Spill it, girl,” Jade said, locs swaying as she leaned forward. “You look like you just ran a marathon… or something better.”
Kendra flopped down, phone in hand. “Better. Way better.” She passed the device around, the photo of Alex drawing whistles and wide eyes.
Lila’s petite frame perked up, her almond eyes narrowing appreciatively. “Cute. Young, but built. Where’d you snag this?”
“Sauna. Wore him out, but he’s game. Said he’d handle a group if we wanted.” Kendra’s voice dropped, husky with leftover lust. The memory of his taste lingered, making her shift uncomfortably.
Mia laughed, her full breasts heaving. “Our stunt cock? Perfect for your birthday, Lila. But details—how’s the equipment?”
Kendra leaned in, painting the picture with crude relish. “Thick as my wrist, curves just right. Fucked me senseless, tongue like a pro. Swallowed his load—salty, plenty of it.”
Jade fanned herself. “Damn. We need to vet him proper. No weak links on this trip.”
They huddled, plotting like conspirators. Text sent: Poolside hot springs tonight? Bring that energy. Alex replied instantly: Count me in. Room for more?
As evening fell, shadows lengthening over the pines, anticipation built. Dinner was a blur—grilled trout with earthy herbs, wine flowing like the nearby streams. Laughter turned flirty, touches lingering.
“Think he’ll show?” Lila asked, nibbling her lip.
“He will,” Kendra assured. “And we’ll break him in right.”
The hot springs glowed under lantern light, steam rising like ghosts. They arrived in bikinis that left little to imagination—Lila’s emerald green hugging her perky assets, Mia’s red straining against her curves, Kendra’s black sporty cut showing off her abs, Jade’s purple barely containing her ample chest.
Alex was already there, lounging in the water, muscles rippling. “Ladies,” he greeted, voice low.
They slipped in, surrounding him like sirens. Water lapped at skin, warm and silky, the mineral tang sharp in the air.
“So, Alex,” Mia purred, pressing close. “Heard you aced Kendra’s test. Ready for round two?”
His hand found her thigh under the bubbles. “Show me what you’ve got.”
The night unfolded in whispers and splashes, but the real heat waited for dawn. 💋
Chapter 3: Mia’s Voracious Claim
Morning light filtered through cabin blinds, but Mia was up first, restless. The hot springs tease had left her aching, body humming for more. While the others slept, she texted Alex: Trailhead in 20. Don’t keep me waiting.
The forest path wound uphill, pine needles crunching underfoot, birdsong piercing the crisp air. Mia’s hiking shorts rode high on her thick thighs, tank top damp with dew. She spotted him at a overlook, back to her, gazing at the valley.
“Early bird,” she called, sauntering up. Her Italian curves swayed, dark curls bouncing.
Alex turned, eyes raking over her. “Couldn’t sleep thinking about last night.” He pulled her into a kiss, rough and demanding, hands cupping her ass through the fabric.
Mia broke away, breathless. “Not here. Follow me.” She led him off-trail to a secluded glade, mossy ground soft underfoot, sunlight dappling through leaves.
No words needed. She shoved him against a tree, trunk rough on his back, and yanked down his shorts. His cock sprang free, hard and eager, veins pulsing. “Missed this,” she growled, stroking firmly, thumb circling the slick tip.
Alex hissed, grabbing her hair. “Suck it, Mia. Show me that Italian fire.”
She dropped, knees sinking into earth, mouth engulfing him whole. Gagging slightly on his length, she bobbed, tongue swirling, the forest’s earthy scent mixing with his musk. Saliva coated him, dripping onto the ground as she deepthroated, nose burying in his pubes.
“Fuck, yes… greedy mouth,” he panted, hips bucking. But Mia wanted control. She stood, stripping swiftly—tank off, breasts spilling free, heavy and swaying; shorts pooled at her ankles, revealing her soaked thong.
“On your back,” she commanded. Alex complied, cock jutting up like a flagpole. Straddling him, she teased the head against her folds, the wet slide making them both groan. Then she sank down, inch by inch, her tight heat swallowing him.
“Oh God, so full,” she moaned, rocking slowly at first, feeling every ridge. The glade filled with her cries, birds scattering. Faster now, she rode hard, breasts bouncing, nails raking his chest. Sweat slicked their skin, the slap of bodies loud in the quiet woods.
Alex thrust up, meeting her, hands gripping her hips. “Your pussy’s gripping me like a vice. Cum on this dick.”
Mia shattered, walls fluttering, juices squirting as she screamed, the release crashing like a wave. But she didn’t stop, grinding through it, chasing more.
“My ass now,” she demanded, lifting off. She positioned on all fours, arching back, presenting her plump cheeks. Alex knelt, spitting on her hole, finger probing gently then firmly.
“You sure?” he asked, voice strained.
“Fuck yes. Lube’s in my pack.” She tossed the bottle. He slicked up, pressing in slow. The stretch burned divine, Mia pushing back, taking him deep into her ass.
“Shit, so tight,” Alex grunted, starting to pump. The friction built, raw and intense, her moans turning feral. He reached around, rubbing her clit, the dual assault sending sparks through her.
“Pound it! Deeper!” she begged, one hand fisting moss. He did, balls slapping her pussy, the lewd sounds blending with rustling leaves.
Climax hit her again, ass clenching around him, milking his release. Alex roared, flooding her with heat, collapsing over her back.
They lay tangled, breaths syncing with the wind. “You’re a beast,” he murmured.
Mia smirked, cum trickling down her thigh. “Wait till the others. But first, pics for proof.” She snapped a discreet shot of his spent form, texting the group: Vetted. He’s gold.
Back at the cabin, the women pored over the image, giggles turning to plans. Lila’s birthday loomed, and the fire was just igniting.
Chapter 4: Lila’s Birthday Inferno
The cabin pulsed with candlelight and low music, the air thick with jasmine incense and anticipation. Lila’s 35th dawned with gifts—silk scarves, artisanal chocolates—but the real present waited in the form of Alex, summoned for the evening revelry.
Dressed in a sheer negligee that clung to her petite curves, Lila sipped champagne, nerves buzzing. “You sure about this, girls?” she asked, though her eyes betrayed excitement.
Mia, in lace lingerie, pulled her close for a kiss, tongues tangling softly. “We’ve shared everything. Tonight, we share him.” Kendra and Jade nodded, their bodies adorned in matching teddies, the fabric whispering against skin.
The door knocked. Alex entered, shirt unbuttoned to reveal his chiseled torso, jeans hugging his bulge. “Happy birthday, Lila,” he said, voice gravelly.
She approached, tracing his chest. “Show me how you celebrate.”
The group converged, hands everywhere. Mia and Kendra stripped him, Jade kissing his neck, Lila dropping to free his cock. It throbbed in her small hand, hot and heavy.
“All ours,” Lila whispered, licking the underside, savoring the salty bead at the tip. The women took turns, mouths worshipping—Kendra deepthroating, gagging wetly; Mia sucking his balls, tongue laving; Jade nibbling the shaft; Lila teasing the head with flicks.
Alex groaned, fists clenched. “You four are killing me.”
Lila stood, shedding her negligee, exposing her lithe body—pert breasts, narrow waist flaring to hips. “Bed. Now.”
They tumbled onto the king-sized mattress, sheets cool against fevered skin. Alex lay back as Lila straddled his face, grinding her wet pussy on his mouth. He devoured her, tongue plunging deep, nose bumping her clit. She tasted sweet-tangy, moans vibrating through her.
Meanwhile, Mia impaled herself on his cock, sinking with a sigh. “Fills me perfect.” She rode slow, circles grinding, breasts swaying. Kendra and Jade flanked, kissing Lila, hands roaming—pinching nipples, fingering each other.
The room filled with symphony: wet slurps, skin smacks, breathy curses. “Eat that pussy, boy,” Kendra urged, watching Alex’s tongue work. Lila came first, flooding his mouth, thighs quaking.
Switching, Jade took his dick next, reverse cowgirl, her locs whipping as she bounced. Ass cheeks rippled with each drop, the sight obscene. “Fuck, yes! Deeper!” Alex thrust up, hands spreading her.
Mia and Kendra 69’d beside them, moans muffled, fingers and tongues exploring asses and clits. Lila joined Alex, kissing him, tasting herself. “Your turn to fuck me proper.”
He flipped her onto all fours, entering from behind. Her petite frame rocked, cries sharp as he hammered. “Harder! Make it hurt so good!” The others cheered, Jade sliding under to suck Lila’s swinging tits, Mia fingering Kendra nearby.
Orgasm chained—Lila spasming, pulling Alex deeper; he pulled out, spraying across her back, hot ropes landing sticky. The women licked it clean, sharing salty kisses.
But night was young. They rotated: Alex in Kendra’s ass while she ate Mia; Jade riding his face as Lila pegged him with a strap-on from their toy bag, the unexpected twist drawing gasps.
“Take it, stud,” Lila growled, thrusting the silicone deep, watching his cock twitch in response. Kendra’s anal clench milked him dry again, her screams echoing.
Hours blurred, bodies slick with sweat, cum, and squirt. Scents of sex—musk, salt, faint pine from open windows—overwhelmed. Touches turned tender, then fierce again.
As stars wheeled outside, they collapsed in a heap, limbs entwined. “Best birthday,” Lila murmured, spent and glowing.
Chapter 5: Jade’s Forbidden Depths
Dawn’s chill seeped through the cabin, but Jade stirred with unfinished hunger. The group slumber left her bold. Slipping from bed, she donned a robe, texting Alex: Hot springs. Alone. Now.
The springs steamed under pale light, water murmuring like secrets. Alex arrived, robe tented. “Couldn’t get enough?” he teased.
Jade shed her covering, curves on full display—full hips, soft belly, breasts heavy with dark areolas. “Not of you. Not yet.”
They sank in, water caressing like lovers. Jade pulled him close, kissing deep, tasting the night’s remnants. Her hand found his cock, stroking underwater, bubbles rising.
“I want your ass this time,” she whispered, nipping his ear. “All of it.”
Alex’s breath hitched. “Lead the way.”
On the rocky edge, she bent him over, the cool stone contrasting hot skin. From her hidden pouch, lube and a thick plug. “Relax,” she cooed, fingering him open, the intrusion making him tense then melt.
“Feels… weird good,” he admitted, pushing back. Jade worked the plug in, twisting, his moans low and animal.
Once seated, she entered the water again, guiding him to fuck her pussy while the plug stretched him. “Feel that fullness?” she gasped as he thrust, her walls fluttering.
The dual sensation drove him wild, pace frantic, water splashing wildly. Jade came with a wail, nails digging his shoulders.
Pulling out, she removed the plug. “Now, me.” On her back, legs wide, she lubed her own ass. Alex entered slow, the tight ring yielding. Inch by inch, he filled her, the burn exquisite.
“God, your ass is heaven,” he grunted, starting to move. Jade’s hand worked her clit, the pressure building fast. The water lapped at their joined bodies, steam veiling their frenzy.
“Fuck my shithole raw!” she cried, hips lifting. He pounded, balls deep, the lewd squelch mixing with bird calls.
Climax tore through her, ass spasming, pulling his orgasm. He filled her, hot and pulsing, excess leaking into the spring.
They floated after, bodies buoyant. “You’re all insatiable,” Alex laughed weakly.
Jade kissed his shoulder. “And you’re hired for the week.”
Back with the group, stories shared over breakfast—pancakes sticky sweet, coffee bitter and hot. Bonds deepened, laughter sealing the pact. The retreat’s peaks watched over their secrets, promising more peaks of pleasure before the journey home.
As the sun climbed, they hiked together, hands brushing, eyes promising endless nights. In the mountains’ embrace, desires ran free, raw and unyielding, a birthday etched in ecstasy that none would forget. 🔥
