It was a warm summer evening, and the kitchen was filled with the tantalizing aroma of spices and simmering sauce. Sarah, a woman in her early thirties, stood at the counter, her long, brunette hair cascading down her shoulders. She was dressed in a simple white blouse, the top buttons undone, and a pair of tight-fitting jeans that accentuated her perfect curves.
As she chopped vegetables, she couldn’t help but think about him. John, her neighbor, had been on her mind for weeks. She had always found him attractive, but they had never crossed the line from friendly acquaintances to lovers. Tonight, she decided, would be different.
She heard a soft knock on the door and her heart skipped a beat. She took a deep breath and walked over to answer it. John stood there, looking handsome in a fitted blue shirt and jeans.
“Hi,” he said, his voice low and seductive.
“Hi,” she replied, her eyes locked on his.
Without a word, he stepped closer, his eyes focused on her lips. She closed her eyes and felt his lips on hers, soft and gentle at first, then more urgent. His hands roamed over her body, and she could feel herself getting wet with desire.
He pulled away, his eyes dark with desire. “I’ve wanted to do that for a long time,” he said, his voice husky.
“I’ve wanted you to,” she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.
He kissed her again, this time more passionately. His hands were all over her, and she could feel his erection pressing against her. She reached down and rubbed it through his jeans, eliciting a low moan from him.
He pulled away, his breath coming in short gasps. “Let’s take this to the kitchen,” he said, his voice strained.
She nodded, and they walked hand in hand to the kitchen. She pushed him against the counter and started undoing his shirt, her fingers trembling with excitement. He helped her, and soon they were both naked, their bodies pressed together.
She kissed his neck, nibbling on his earlobe, as her hands roamed over his chest. He groaned, his hands on her perfect boobs, squeezing and massaging them. She moaned, her head thrown back, as he pinched her nipples, sending waves of pleasure through her body.
He picked her up and placed her on the counter, spreading her legs apart. He knelt down and started licking her pussy, his tongue exploring every inch of her wet folds. She moaned, her hands in his hair, as he sucked and nibbled on her clit.
She could feel herself getting close to orgasm, and she begged him to fuck her. He stood up and slid his cock inside her, slow and deep. She moaned, her legs wrapped around his waist, as he started thrusting harder and faster.
They changed positions, with her on top, riding him reverse cowgirl style. She could feel every inch of him, his cock hitting all the right spots. He reached around and played with her clit, sending her over the edge. She came hard, her moans echoing through the kitchen.
He wasn’t far behind, and soon he was cumming inside her, filling her up with his warm seed. She collapsed on top of him, both of them breathing hard, their bodies covered in sweat.
They lay there for a few minutes, enjoying the afterglow of their lovemaking. She looked up at him, her eyes filled with affection. “I’ve wanted to do that for a long time,” she said, her voice soft.
“I’m glad we did,” he replied, his hand caressing her cheek.
They got dressed and shared a quick kiss before he left. She stood there, watching him walk away, a smile on her face. She knew that this was the start of something special between them.
