It was a hot summer evening, and the air was thick with anticipation. Sarah, a woman in her early thirties, stood in her kitchen, her long hair cascading down her back in soft waves. She was wearing nothing but a loose robe, which she had tied loosely around her perfect, firm breasts, giving a tantalizing glimpse of her nipples underneath.
As she moved around the kitchen, preparing a simple dinner for herself, she couldn’t help but feel a sense of excitement. She had been thinking about him all day, ever since they had shared a passionate kiss the night before. She knew that tonight was the night they would take things to the next level.
Just as she was about to take the steaming pasta from the pot, she heard the front door open and close. She turned to see him walking towards her, his eyes fixed on her with an intensity that made her shiver with anticipation.
He was tall and handsome, with dark hair and piercing blue eyes. He wore a simple white t-shirt and jeans, but somehow, he looked sexier than any man she had ever seen.
Without a word, he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her close, his lips finding hers in a deep, hungry kiss. She responded eagerly, her hands reaching up to tangle in his hair as she pressed herself against him.
He broke the kiss, his lips trailing down her neck as he nibbled and licked at her sensitive skin. She moaned softly, her head falling back to give him better access. He took full advantage, his hands roaming over her body, cupping her breasts and teasing her nipples through the thin fabric of her robe.
She gasped as he slipped his hand inside her robe, his fingers finding her hard nipple and pinching it gently. She arched her back, her body begging for more.
