In the heart of the Swiss Alps, two hikers, Anselmo, a ruggedly handsome 35-year-old Italian man, and Mina, an athletic 22-year-old Norwegian woman, found themselves sharing a cabin for the night. The wind howled outside, and snow blanketed the mountaintops.
Anselmo, having started a fire, poured them both a glass of wine. “To the mountains,” he toasted, and they clinked glasses, their eyes meeting for a moment, a spark of attraction kindling between them.
As they sipped their wine, Mina asked, “Anselmo, have you ever climbed those peaks topless?”
He raised an eyebrow. “In this cold? No. But I have skinny-dipped in mountain lakes during the summer.”
Mina laughed. “I’d like to see that someday.”
The fire crackled, and the cabin warmed, the tension between them growing. Anselmo reached out, gently tucking a loose strand of hair behind Mina’s ear. “You’re beautiful, Mina.”
Her cheeks flushed. “And you’re not so bad yourself, Anselmo.”
Slowly, he leaned in, capturing her lips in a soft kiss. Mina responded, her arms winding around his neck as she deepened the kiss. Their tongues danced, the passion igniting.
Anselmo broke the kiss, trailing kisses down Mina’s neck, nipping at her earlobe, earning a soft moan. Her hands roamed beneath his sweater, exploring his muscular chest.
Mina shivered as his lips found her collarbone, his fingers teasing the hem of her shirt. “May I?” he murmured, and she nodded, granting him permission to continue.
He slipped her shirt over her head, revealing her lacy white bra, and lowered his mouth to her breasts, teasing her nipples through the fabric. Mina arched her back, her breathing ragged, as she unbuttoned his jeans.
Anselmo slid his hand beneath Mina’s leggings, finding her wet and ready for him. He stroked her clit, and she moaned, her hips bucking against his hand.
Mina pushed him back, and he sat on the edge of the bed. She knelt between his legs, taking him into her mouth, her lips sliding up and down his shaft. Anselmo groaned, his head falling back, lost in the sensation of her warm, wet mouth.
He pulled her back up, laying her on the bed. He kissed his way down her body, lingering at her breasts, her navel, before settling between her legs. Anselmo parted her folds with his tongue, tasting her, earning a gasp from Mina as he flicked her clit.
She trembled, her thighs quivering as he brought her to the brink, then eased off, building the pleasure. Mina begged for release, her voice hoarse. “Please, Anselmo, I need to cum.”
He slid a finger inside her, curling it to find that perfect spot. Anselmo stroked and sucked, sending Mina over the edge. She cried out, her body shuddering as she came, her juices coating his fingers.
Mina pulled him up, wrapping her legs around his waist. Anselmo entered her, filling her completely. She moaned, her nails digging into his back as he began to thrust, finding a rhythm.
Their bodies moved in unison, the fire casting a warm glow over their sweat-slicked skin. Anselmo reached between them, rubbing her clit as he drove deeper.
Mina gasped, her orgasm building again. “Yes, Anselmo, harder,” she urged, and he obliged, pounding into her.
She came again, her muscles clenching around him, her cries echoing through the cabin. Anselmo groaned, his own release imminent.
He pulled out, spilling his seed over her stomach. Mina smiled, her fingers trailing through the mess. “Next time, I want to see those mountains of yours,” she teased.
Anselmo laughed, collapsing beside her. “Only if you promise to be my peak of pleasure.”
