It was a hot summer evening, and Marianne, a 28-year-old woman with long, flowing auburn hair, was in her kitchen preparing a late dinner. She was dressed in a sheer white blouse, unbuttoned just enough to reveal the perfect curves of her ample breasts, and a pair of tight-fitting black shorts that accentuated her firm, round ass.
Suddenly, she heard a knock at the door. She glanced at the clock on the wall – it was nearly midnight. Who could it be at this hour? She wondered, as she made her way to the front door.
When she opened it, she was met by the sight of Jack, her neighbor from across the street. He was a tall, muscular man with piercing blue eyes and a handsome face. He was dressed in a simple white t-shirt and a pair of well-worn jeans that hugged his toned thighs.
“Hey, I’m sorry to bother you so late,” he said, with a sheepish grin. “I was wondering if you had any sugar I could borrow. I ran out, and I need to finish baking a cake for my mom’s birthday tomorrow.”
Marianne smiled and invited him in. “Of course, I have some,” she said, as she led him to the kitchen. “But, you know, you didn’t have to come all the way over here just for that. I could have brought it over to you.”
“I know, I just… I wanted to see you,” he replied, with a hint of nervousness in his voice.
As they entered the kitchen, Marianne could feel the heat radiating off Jack’s body. She turned to face him, and their eyes locked. For a moment, they stood there, frozen in time, as if nothing else in the world mattered.
Without a word, Jack reached out and gently brushed a stray lock of hair from Marianne’s face. She closed her eyes and leaned into his touch, her heart pounding in her chest.
Slowly, Jack leaned in and pressed his lips to Marianne’s. She responded eagerly, parting her lips to allow his tongue to explore her mouth. As they kissed, Jack’s hands began to wander, cupping Marianne’s breasts and squeezing them gently through the thin fabric of her blouse.
Marianne moaned softly as Jack’s fingers found her hard, sensitive nipples. She reached down and began to undo the buttons of her blouse, revealing her perfect, round breasts. Jack’s eyes widened with desire as he took in the sight of her.
Without breaking their kiss, Jack reached out and began to caress Marianne’s breasts, his thumbs circling her nipples. Marianne arched her back, pressing her breasts into his hands, as waves of pleasure washed over her.
Breaking their kiss, Jack began to trail kisses down Marianne’s neck, nibbling gently on her earlobes and making her moan with pleasure. He continued down to her breasts, taking one hard nipple into his mouth and sucking eagerly.
Marianne gasped as Jack’s mouth on her nipple sent shivers of pleasure down her spine. She reached down and began to undo the button on Jack’s jeans, freeing his hard, throbbing cock.
Jack groaned as Marianne’s fingers encircled his cock, stroking it gently. He reached down and hooked his thumbs into the waistband of her shorts, tugging them down to reveal her smooth, shaved pussy.
Without hesitation, Jack dropped to his knees and began to lick and suck on Marianne’s clit. She moaned loudly, her legs trembling with pleasure as Jack’s tongue explored every inch of her wet, swollen pussy.
As Jack continued to eat her out, Marianne could feel her orgasm building. She grabbed onto the countertop, her knuckles white with tension, as she rode wave after wave of pleasure.
Finally, she couldn’t take it any longer. “Fuck me, Jack,” she gasped, her voice hoarse with pleasure. “Fuck me now.”
Jack stood up, his cock glistening with Marianne’s juices. He positioned himself behind her, his hands on her hips, as she braced herself against the countertop.
With one smooth motion, Jack entered Marianne’s tight, wet pussy. She moaned loudly as he filled her, her muscles clenching around his cock.
Jack began to thrust in and out of Marianne, his balls slapping against her ass with every stroke. She pushed back against him, meeting him thrust for thrust, as they moved together in a primal dance of pleasure.
As their passion reached a fever pitch, Jack reached around and began to rub Marianne’s clit. She cried out with pleasure, her orgasm building once again.
With one final thrust, Jack emptied himself inside of Marianne, filling her with his hot, sticky cum. She moaned with pleasure, her own orgasm crashing over her like a wave.
As they caught their breath, Jack pulled out of Marianne and they collapsed onto the kitchen floor, their bodies slick with sweat and cum.
“That was amazing,” Marianne gasped, her heart still racing.
“Yes, it was,” Jack agreed, pulling her close and kissing her deeply. “I can’t wait to do it again.”
And with that, they began to make love once again, their bodies entwined in a passionate embrace.
