It was a hot summer day, and the air was thick with humidity. Sarah, a woman in her late twenties with long, flowing auburn hair and perfect, perky breasts, was standing in her kitchen, wearing nothing but a thin cotton robe. The robe was open in the front, giving anyone who happened to walk by a clear view of her naked body.
As she stood at the kitchen counter, chopping vegetables for a salad, she couldn’t help but feel aroused by the thought of someone catching her in this state. She had always had a bit of an exhibitionist streak, and the idea of being watched while she was naked and vulnerable turned her on more than she cared to admit.
She closed her eyes and let out a soft moan as she imagined a faceless stranger entering the room, his eyes taking in every inch of her exposed flesh. She could feel her nipples hardening at the thought, and she let out another moan as she ran her fingers over them, pinching and twisting them gently.
She didn’t have to wait long for her fantasy to become a reality. She heard the front door open and close, and her heart began to race as she listened to footsteps approaching the kitchen. She kept her eyes closed, her breathing shallow and quick as she waited for the intruder to reveal himself.
When she finally opened her eyes, she was met with the sight of a tall, muscular man standing in the doorway. He was dressed in a suit and tie, and his eyes were filled with lust as they took in the sight of her naked body.
“I’m sorry,” he said, his voice low and husky. “I didn’t mean to intrude. I’m here to see Sarah.”
“That’s me,” Sarah said, her voice barely above a whisper. “And you’re just in time.”
She dropped the knife she had been holding and stepped towards him, her hips swaying seductively as she moved. She reached out and brushed her fingers against his chest, feeling the heat of his body through the fabric of his shirt.
He let out a low growl and reached for her, pulling her close and crushing his lips against hers. She opened her mouth and let his tongue explore her, moaning as he ran his hands over her body, cupping her breasts and pinching her nipples.
She reached down and began to undo his belt, her fingers trembling with excitement as she pulled it open. She reached inside his pants and wrapped her hand around his hard cock, stroking it gently as he groaned with pleasure.
He picked her up and set her on the kitchen counter, spreading her legs wide and stepping between them. She reached down and guided his cock inside her, letting out a loud moan as he filled her up.
He began to thrust in and out of her, each stroke sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. She wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him closer, her nails digging into his back as she begged for more.
“Yes, fuck me harder,” she moaned, her voice barely above a whisper. “I want to feel you deep inside me.”
He obliged, pounding into her with reckless abandon as she screamed with pleasure. She could feel herself getting close to the edge, her orgasm building deep within her.
“I’m close,” she gasped, her breath coming in short, sharp bursts. “I’m going to cum.”
With one final thrust, he sent her over the edge, and she screamed as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. He followed shortly after, filling her up with his hot, sticky cum.
They collapsed onto the kitchen floor, their bodies slick with sweat and cum. Sarah looked up at him, a satisfied smile on her face.
“That was incredible,” she said, her voice filled with wonder.
“Yes, it was,” he agreed, helping her to her feet. “But I think we should take this to the bedroom. I’m not done with you yet.”
Sarah smiled and led him out of the kitchen, ready for another round of pleasure.
