In the heart of the kitchen, a woman stood, her long hair cascading down her back like a dark waterfall. She was nude, her perfect boobs on display, and she felt a shiver of excitement run down her spine. She had been waiting for this moment all day.
Her name was Sophia, a woman of Italian descent, with a fiery passion that burned brightly within her. She was 28 years old, with a body that was toned and fit, yet still soft and feminine. She had been married for five years to a man named Marco, who was away on business.
Sophia had always had a wild streak, and she couldn’t resist the allure of being alone in the house. She had decided to treat herself to a glass of wine and a long, hot shower. But as she stepped into the shower, she couldn’t shake the feeling that she wasn’t alone.
She dried off and walked into the kitchen, her heart racing. She poured herself a glass of wine and took a sip, her eyes scanning the room. And that’s when she saw him.
He was standing in the corner, his dark hair and piercing blue eyes sending a jolt of electricity through her body. His name was Luca, a friend of Marco’s, who had come to stay with her while Marco was away.
Luca was 32 years old, with a ruggedly handsome face and a body that was lean and muscular. He was dressed in a tight black t-shirt and jeans, and Sophia felt her breath catch in her throat as she took him in.
“Luca,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
“Sophia,” he replied, his eyes locked on hers.
She took a step towards him, her heart pounding in her chest. She could feel the heat radiating off his body, and she knew that she wanted him.
She reached out and touched his arm, her fingers tracing the muscles beneath his shirt. He didn’t move, but she could see the desire in his eyes.
She leaned in and pressed her lips to his, her tongue exploring his mouth. He responded eagerly, his arms encircling her waist and pulling her close.
She could feel his hardness pressing against her, and she moaned with pleasure. She reached down and stroked him through his jeans, feeling him grow harder in her hand.
He broke the kiss and looked at her, his eyes dark with desire. “Sophia, I want you,” he said, his voice husky.
She nodded, her heart racing. “Yes, Luca. I want you too.”
He picked her up and carried her to the kitchen table, laying her down on her back. He pulled off his shirt, revealing his toned chest and abs.
She reached up and ran her fingers over his skin, feeling the warmth of his body. He leaned down and kissed her again, his tongue probing her mouth.
He trailed kisses down her neck, nibbling and licking her earlobes. She moaned with pleasure, her hands tangled in his hair.
He moved down to her breasts, taking a nipple in his mouth and sucking hard. She arched her back, crying out with pleasure.
He moved down further, his tongue tracing a path down her stomach. He reached her hips and spread her legs, his eyes dark with desire.
He leaned in and licked her, his tongue probing her folds. She moaned with pleasure, her hands clutching the edge of the table.
He slipped a finger inside her, feeling her wetness. She was ready for him, and he positioned himself at her entrance.
He slid inside her, filling her completely. She cried out with pleasure, her hips meeting his thrusts.
He moved faster and harder, his balls slapping against her ass. She moaned with pleasure, her fingers digging into his back.
He reached down and stroked her clit, and she cried out as she came, her orgasm ripping through her body.
He followed soon after, his cock twitching inside her as he came.
They lay there, panting and spent, their bodies entwined.
“Luca,” Sophia whispered, her fingers tracing his chest.
“Sophia,” he replied, his arms encircling her.
They fell asleep, their bodies entwined, the kitchen warm and welcoming around them.
The end.
