In the heart of the kitchen, a woman stood, her long, wavy chestnut hair cascading down her shoulders. She was dressed in a simple white blouse, the top buttons undone, revealing the slightest hint of her cleavage. Her skirt was tight, hugging her curves in all the right places. Her perfect, round breasts, encased in a lacy black bra, were on full display, a tantalizing sight for anyone who happened to walk in.
His name was Mark, and he had been her neighbor for the past six months. They had exchanged pleasantries in the hallway, but nothing more. But as he entered the kitchen, drawn in by the scent of freshly baked bread, he couldn’t help but be captivated by the sight of her.
“Hi, Mark,” she said, her voice a sultry purr. “I didn’t know you were coming over.”
“I just wanted to bring over some wine,” he replied, holding up a bottle of red. “I hope you don’t mind.”
“Not at all,” she said, taking the bottle from him and placing it on the counter. “I was just about to have a glass myself.”
As she poured the wine, Mark couldn’t help but steal glances at her cleavage. He felt his cock stirring in his pants, and he quickly looked away, trying to compose himself.
“Here you go,” she said, handing him a glass. “Why don’t we sit and enjoy a drink together?”
They sat at the kitchen table, the tension between them palpable. Mark took a sip of his wine, trying to calm his nerves.
“You have beautiful hair,” he said, reaching out to touch a strand that had fallen across her face.
She smiled, her green eyes sparkling. “Thank you,” she said, leaning in closer to him.
Mark’s heart raced as she moved closer. He could feel her breath on his lips, and he leaned in, capturing her lips with his own. She tasted of wine and desire, and he deepened the kiss, his tongue exploring her mouth.
She responded eagerly, her hands reaching up to tangle in his hair. She moaned softly as he ran his hands down her back, feeling the curve of her waist and the swell of her hips.
He broke the kiss, trailing his lips down her neck, nibbling on her earlobe. She shivered, her hands clutching at his shoulders.
“Mark,” she whispered, her voice husky with desire. “I want you.”
He didn’t need to be told twice. He stood up, pulling her with him. He reached around, unclasping her bra, letting it fall to the floor. Her breasts were even more perfect than he had imagined, her nipples hard and erect.
He bent his head, taking one into his mouth, sucking and teasing it with his tongue. She arched her back, moaning loudly.
He reached down, hiking up her skirt, his fingers finding her wet and ready. She gasped as he slipped a finger inside her, her muscles clenching around him.
“Fuck, Mark,” she moaned, her hands reaching down to pull at his belt. “I need you inside me.”
He didn’t need any more encouragement. He pulled off his pants, his cock hard and ready. She reached down, stroking him, her fingers slick with pre-cum.
He lifted her up, pushing her against the counter. She wrapped her legs around his waist, her arms around his neck. He positioned himself at her entrance, and then, with one swift thrust, he was inside her.
They both moaned at the contact, their bodies moving in perfect harmony. He pounded into her, his hips slapping against hers. She met him thrust for thrust, her moans growing louder and louder.
He reached down, rubbing her clit with his thumb, feeling her muscles clench around him as she came. He followed soon after, his release filling her.
They stood there, panting and spent, their bodies still entwined.
“Wow,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
“Yeah,” he replied, his lips curling into a satisfied smile.
They stood there for a moment longer, enjoying the afterglow of their lovemaking. And then, with a contented sigh, she slipped out of his arms, reaching for her bra.
“I think we need to do that again,” she said, a wicked glint in her eye.
And Mark couldn’t help but agree.
