It was a hot summer evening, and Rebecca, a 28-year-old woman with long, flowing hair, was in her kitchen preparing dinner. She was naked, her perfect, firm breasts bouncing gently as she moved around the kitchen. The cool air from the air conditioning sent shivers down her spine, causing her nipples to harden into stiff peaks.
As she chopped vegetables, she couldn’t help but think about her husband, who was working late again. She missed him, but she also couldn’t deny the thrill that ran through her body at the thought of being alone in the house. She had always been a sexual person, and she couldn’t help but let her mind wander to thoughts of pleasure.
She felt a stirring between her legs as she thought about what she could do to satisfy her desires. She knew she had some toys hidden away in a drawer, but she wanted something more. She wanted the real thing.
She heard footsteps on the porch, and her heart began to race. She quickly dried her hands on a towel and went to answer the door. It was her neighbor, Mark, a tall, muscular man with a charming smile. He was 35, and Rebecca had always found him attractive.
“Hey, Rebecca,” he said, his eyes taking in her naked form. “I saw the light on and thought I’d see if you needed any help with dinner.”
Rebecca’s mind raced. She knew she shouldn’t, but she couldn’t help herself. She stepped aside and let Mark in, her heart pounding in her chest.
They made small talk as they finished preparing dinner, but Rebecca could feel the tension building between them. She couldn’t take it anymore. She walked over to Mark and pressed her body against his, her breasts pressing into his chest.
Mark’s eyes widened in surprise, but he didn’t push her away. Instead, he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her closer. They began to kiss, their tongues exploring each other’s mouths. Rebecca could feel herself getting wetter by the second.
She reached down and began to stroke Mark’s cock through his pants, feeling it grow harder under her touch. Mark moaned, his hands roaming over Rebecca’s body, cupping her breasts and pinching her nipples.
Rebecca pulled Mark’s pants down, freeing his cock. She stroked it for a moment, savoring the feel of it in her hand, before sinking to her knees. She took the tip of his cock in her mouth and began to suck, swirling her tongue around the head.
Mark groaned, his hands tangled in Rebecca’s hair as she took him deeper into her mouth. She could feel him getting closer to the edge, but she wasn’t ready for him to cum yet. She pulled back, her lips leaving a wet trail along his shaft.
She stood up and led Mark over to the kitchen counter, pushing him down onto it. She climbed on top of him, straddling him, and guided his cock inside her. She moaned as she felt him fill her, his hands gripping her hips as she began to ride him.
They moved together, their bodies slick with sweat, their moans filling the room. Rebecca leaned down and whispered dirty things in Mark’s ear, driving him wild.
She could feel herself getting close, her muscles clenching around Mark’s cock. She quickened her pace, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Mark’s fingers dug into her hips as he thrust up into her, meeting her every stroke.
Rebecca cried out as she came, her orgasm rippling through her body. Mark followed soon after, his cock pulsing inside her as he filled her with his cum.
They lay there, panting and spent, for a few moments before Rebecca climbed off of Mark and cleaned herself up. They finished dinner in silence, the tension between them still palpable.
As they ate, Rebecca couldn’t help but think about what had just happened. She knew it was wrong, but she couldn’t deny the pleasure it had brought her. She couldn’t help but wonder if it would happen again.
