It was a hot summer afternoon, and Sarah was in her kitchen making a refreshing lemonade. She was a stunning woman with long, wavy brunette hair that cascaded down her back, and her ample bosom heaved with every breath she took. She was wearing a loose, low-cut blouse that revealed a hint of her cleavage, and her nipples were already hard with desire.
As she was squeezing the lemons, she heard a knock on the door. It was her neighbor, John, a tall and muscular man with a ruggedly handsome face and piercing blue eyes. Sarah had always found him attractive, but they had never acted on their desires before.
“Hey, Sarah,” John said, his voice deep and husky. “I was wondering if you needed any help with that lemonade.”
Sarah felt a shiver run down her spine as she looked at John. She knew what he wanted, and she wanted it too.
“Sure, John,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “I could use some help.”
John stepped into the kitchen, and Sarah felt her heart race as he came closer. He was wearing a tight t-shirt that showed off his muscular arms and chest, and Sarah couldn’t help but stare at him.
John reached for a lemon, and their fingers brushed against each other. Sarah felt a jolt of electricity run through her body, and she knew that she couldn’t resist him any longer.
