Chapter 11: Weekend Getaway

The two-hour drive north unwound like a secret finally breathed aloud. Elena’s old sedan hummed along the winding county road, windows cracked to let in the crisp September night air thick with pine resin and damp earth. She drove barefoot, glossy black heels kicked off and resting on the dash, sheer stockings still clinging to her calves after a long week of lectures. The sundress she’d chosen for the trip rode high on her thighs whenever she shifted gears, the thin fabric whispering against skin that already carried the faint flush of anticipation.

Alex kept one hand on her knee, thumb tracing lazy circles just above the lace band of her stocking. His flip phone lay silent in the cup holder; no Sophie texts tonight, no campus distractions. Just the low thrum of the engine and the occasional tinny burst of an early iPod playlist leaking from her earbuds when she passed him one. “Something to set the mood,” she’d said, voice husky, eyes flicking sideways with a smile that promised everything.

The cabin appeared at the end of a gravel lane, small and weathered, perched on a rise overlooking dense woods that stretched black and endless under a star-pricked sky. A wide wooden deck wrapped the back, perfect for the kind of privacy they had craved since the first stolen office hour. Inside smelled of cedar and woodsmoke from the fireplace Alex lit while Elena unpacked. Moonlight spilled through the big picture window, painting the king-sized bed in silver.

She didn’t wait for the fire to catch fully. The moment the last bag hit the floor she pulled him outside onto the deck, the cool night air raising gooseflesh along her arms. “No one for miles,” she whispered, turning to brace her hands on the railing, sundress already hiked to her waist. The sheer black stockings gleamed under starlight, heels back on now because she knew how the height changed the angle, how the arch of her back made him ache. Alex stepped behind her, hands sliding up the backs of her thighs, feeling the warm nylon stretch tight over muscle. He pressed forward, cock hard and bare against the cleft of her ass, and she arched into him with a low, needy sound.