Chapter 1 — Winter Affair – Episode 1: The First Forbidden Beginning in the Car (1)

Faint streetlight bled through the frost-laced car windows on a winter night. When I turned off the engine, the vibrations ceased, but the air inside grew thick and suffocating with heat.

Beside me in the passenger seat, her breath warmed the narrow space. Mixed with the warm gusts from the heater was the scent of perfume—and beneath it, the subtle, rising musk of her skin. I reached over slowly, placing my hand on the back of hers. She flinched for an instant—but then her fingers curled around mine, pulling me closer.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah... I'm okay."

Her voice trembled as she answered.

I didn't hesitate any longer. Leaning in, I brought my face close—and she closed her eyes. Our lips brushed with a dry sound, then immediately parted as her wet tongue slipped into my mouth. The salty taste of saliva spread between us, our breaths clashing, fogging the windows with thick condensation.

"Haa... if we get caught..."

She whispered, but her arms tightened around my neck, pulling me deeper. Wet lips smacked and sucked, soft clicking sounds filling the car.

I unbuttoned her blouse and pushed it open. Her skin, warmed by the heater, felt hot under my touch. A faint sheen of sweat clung to her flesh. My palm closed over her breast—firm and full—and when I rubbed her nipple with my thumb, her body jerked and a low moan escaped.

"Uhnn..."

As my hand slid between her thighs, she tried to close her legs—but it was too late. Her panties were already soaked. Through the thin fabric, I felt the damp heat radiating from her core. I pushed the fabric aside and plunged a finger deep inside.

"Aah!"

Her hips bucked violently, jolting the car. Her vaginal walls clenched slickly around my finger, and each movement filled the cramped space with wet, squelching sounds. I added a second finger, spreading her open, rubbing her clit hard. Her body arched like a bow, and she let out a choked cry.

"Don't stop!... More!"

I pulled down my pants and hooked her legs over my shoulders. Pressing my cock against her entrance, I met a surge of wet heat. I pushed in slowly—sliiip—a wet, sucking sound as I sank deep.

"Hiiyaat! Aaaahhh!"

Her inner walls clamped down tightly, gripping me fiercely. With each slow thrust, the car shuddered and creaked, layered with the slick, rhythmic sloshing of our bodies. As my pace quickened, she dug her fingers into my shoulders and cried out.

"Ah! There—more!"

I twisted her nipple sharply, and she screamed. The car was filled with gasps, the slap of flesh, the creak of metal.

Suddenly, her body convulsed. Her channel clenched violently around me, hot fluids gushing out. She shrieked, voice breaking, as her first climax crashed over her. I didn't stop—driving into her harder, deeper.

"Again! Again!"

Her legs locked around my waist as a second wave hit. Her body arched, trembling, the car rocking with each spasm.

I thrust to the hilt and exploded inside her. Thick, hot semen flooded her depths. Her vaginal walls fluttered and squeezed me one final time, clinging tightly as I emptied myself. The air reeked of sweat, sex, and perfume. The windows were fogged over, smeared with handprints and breath.

She collapsed against me, panting.

"Love... now I can't go back..."

I stroked her damp hair, whispering low against her ear."It's okay. Today is just the beginning."