Three months later, the airport terminal buzzed with the low hum of arriving flights as Scott spotted Lisa emerging from baggage claim, her athletic frame still carrying that effortless grace from the gym floor. He waved, forcing a steady smile despite the knot tightening in his gut, wondering what fresh line he might cross this time with her back under his roof for nationals. They loaded her bags into the SUV and pulled out into Seattle traffic, settling into polite chatter about the competition schedule and how Lisa had been training harder than ever, her eyes lighting up as she described the new routine she'd perfected.

The forty-minute drive stretched onward through tree-lined roads, Scott's shoulders easing bit by bit as the conversation stayed light and distant, no lingering glances or loaded silences to betray the memory of their last encounter. He gripped the wheel tighter at stoplights, reminding himself of his wife waiting at home and the boundaries he'd sworn to keep. Just as the tension in his chest began to loosen into something almost normal, Lisa's hand drifted over to rest on his thigh, her fingers warm through the fabric of his jeans.

"Have you been thinking about me since I left?" she asked softly, her voice cutting through the quiet hum of the engine. Scott's breath caught as she continued, admitting she'd been replaying every detail of his body in her mind, especially the thick weight of his cock stretching her in the shower. Her palm pressed firmer, massaging slow circles up his leg before sliding higher to cup the growing bulge at his groin, rubbing him through the denim with deliberate strokes that made his pulse hammer. He kept his eyes on the road, jaw clenched, as she worked him to full hardness, the heat building under her touch until her fingers found the zipper and tugged it down, freeing his rigid length into her waiting hand.

Lisa's fingers wrapped around his exposed cock with possessive familiarity, her thumb brushing over the swollen head as she murmured, "God, it's just as I remembered." She traced along the veined length, marveling at its girth and the way it pulsed in her grip, then admitted in a husky whisper that she'd masturbated every night since leaving, imagining this exact cock filling her mouth and pussy again. Precum beaded at the slit, and she began stroking him slowly, the initial friction making him groan as her fist worked up and down the rigid shaft. Scott's knuckles whitened on the wheel, the road blurring slightly while heat flooded his groin, every tug sending sparks up his spine.

Soon she licked her palm in one slow, deliberate swipe, slicking it with saliva before returning to stroke him in earnest, the wet glide turning deliciously smooth and hot. Her hand pumped steadily, twisting on the upstroke to focus pressure just beneath the head, and Scott could barely concentrate, his breath coming in short bursts as pleasure coiled tight in his balls. "I can't cum in the car, my wife will see the mess" he gasped. After a minute or two of that relentless rhythm, Lisa leaned down across the console, her warm breath ghosting over him before her lips parted and she took the head into her mouth. She sucked with eager pressure, tongue swirling around the crown and dipping into the slit to lap at the leaking precum, then slid lower, engulfing more of his thick length until it nudged the back of her throat. Her cheeks hollowed with each bob, saliva dripping down his shaft as she worked him deeper, one hand stroking the base in tandem while her free fingers cupped and gently squeezed his balls. The wet sounds of her sucking filled the car, her athletic body shifting to take him further, throat relaxing around the girth as she swallowed him in rhythmic pulls that made his hips twitch upward involuntarily.

Scott's control shattered as the climax surged, a torrent of thick cum erupting straight down her throat in heavy pulses. She swallowed greedily, milking every spurt with her tongue and lips until he was spent and twitching, the afterglow leaving his muscles lax and his mind hazy. Lisa eased off with a final lick, tucking him back into his jeans with quick, efficient movements and wiping her chin on the hem of her shirt before settling back into her seat, a satisfied smile playing on her swollen lips as the SUV continued toward home.

The SUV pulled into the driveway just as dusk settled over the Seattle suburbs, and Lisa stepped out with that same confident stride, her gym bag slung over one shoulder. Scott lingered by the vehicle, claiming he needed to check the tires, while Emma and his wife rushed out to greet her with hugs and excited chatter about the upcoming nationals. He slipped inside through the side door, making himself scarce in his study upstairs, heart pounding as he weighed the risks of another encounter. He told himself he'd keep his distance this week, maybe even arrange to stay late at the office, but the memory of her mouth still lingered like a phantom heat in his veins.

Days blurred into a haze of competition schedules and family meals where Lisa stayed focused and polite, her evenings consumed by practice sessions that kept her out until late. Scott barely caught glimpses of her, but the tension coiled tighter each night as he lay awake beside his wife, plotting ways to avoid any private moments. By Thursday afternoon, with the house empty and his head throbbing from stress, he came home early, popped some painkillers, and collapsed into bed, the quiet promising a brief escape. Thirty minutes into a restless sleep, awareness crept back through the fog—a familiar wet suction enveloping his cock, slick and insistent, lips sliding down the thickening shaft with expert rhythm. He opened his eyes to see Lisa's dark hair spilling over his thighs, her tongue swirling around the sensitive head before she took him deeper, cheeks hollowing as she bobbed with wet, hungry sounds, saliva glistening along his length and dripping onto his balls.

Her hand stroked the base in tandem, twisting on each upward pull while her free fingers cupped and massaged his sack, sending jolts of pleasure straight through him. "Couldn't wait anymore," she murmured around his cock. Her mouth was stretched around the head when she suddenly released suction and kneeled over him. In a moment she straddled him, guiding the thick head to her dripping pussy and sinking down in one smooth motion. "Oh my God, it so big" she squealed. She lowered herself slowly onto his cock, her tight walls gripping every inch as she began to ride. Her athletic body undulated, round breasts bouncing with each thrust, nipples hard and flushed as she leaned forward, grinding her clit against him. Scott reached up to massage her perfect breasts, the nipples painfully erect between his fingers. She gasped at the sensation. Scott then gripped her hips, thrusting up to meet her, the wet slap of their bodies filling the room. She panted uncontrollably, grinding herself as deep as she could against him until her orgasm crashed over her—pussy spasming and clenching in rhythmic pulses around his cock, her moans sharp and breathless. He followed moments later, erupting deep inside her with heavy spurts that left them both trembling in the aftermath, her body still fluttering around him as she collapsed forward, sweat-slicked skin pressed to his chest.

Lisa stirred against his chest, her breath hot and ragged as the aftershocks rippled through her, but the hunger in her eyes hadn't faded. She pushed up on her elbows with that gymnast's effortless strength, a wicked grin curving her lips. "Fuck me from behind," she whispered, sliding off his still-hard cock with a wet sound as a gush of his cum spilled down her legs. She rolled onto her knees, presenting her tight ass and glistening pussy to him. "I want you deep, Scott. Pound me like you've been dying to since the airport."

Scott's hands gripped her hips, pulling her back as he knelt behind her, the head of his thick cock nudging her swollen folds before he thrust in hard. Her walls clenched around him instantly, slick and hot, and he drove deeper with each stroke, the slap of skin on skin echoing in the quiet room. "God, your pussy's so tight," he growled, one hand fisting her hair while the other reached around to rub her clit in rough circles. "You love this big cock stretching you open, don't you? Tell me how bad you've wanted my cum inside you again." Lisa moaned, pushing back to meet every thrust, her breasts swaying beneath her as she gasped, "Yes, fuck me harder—fill my cunt with that load, Scott, I need it dripping out of me."

He pounded relentlessly, hips snapping forward as her orgasm hit first, her pussy spasming and milking him in wet pulses that dragged a guttural groan from his throat. Scott followed seconds later, burying himself to the hilt and erupting in thick, heavy ropes that flooded her depths, cum overflowing around his shaft and trickling down her thighs with each pulse. He kept thrusting through it, drawing out every spurt until they were both shaking, her body collapsing forward onto the sheets with his cock still twitching inside her, the mingled mess of their releases coating them both.

Midnight Thirst