It was a humid Sunday morning when I first laid eyes on her. I was sitting in my usual pew at church, trying to focus on the sermon but finding myself distracted by the woman who had just walked in. She had long, messy brown hair that fell in loose waves around her shoulders, and she was wearing a tight-fitting fishnet dress that showed off her curves. I couldn’t help but stare as she made her way down the aisle, her hips swaying seductively with each step.
I learned her name was Sophia, and that she was new to the parish. I couldn’t stop thinking about her all week, and by the time Sunday rolled around again, I was determined to find a way to talk to her. I waited for her outside the church after the service, my heart racing as she approached.
“Hi, I’m Mark,” I said, extending my hand.
She took it, her touch sending a jolt of electricity through my body. “Nice to meet you, Mark,” she said, her voice husky and seductive.
We made small talk for a few minutes, and then I asked her if she wanted to grab coffee. To my delight, she agreed.
Over the next few weeks, Sophia and I grew closer. We would meet for coffee, go on walks, and eventually, she invited me back to her apartment. I was nervous as we entered her bedroom, but she put me at ease with a seductive smile.
She kissed me deeply, her tongue exploring my mouth as her hands roamed my body. I could feel the heat building between us as we undressed each other, our bodies pressing together as we fell onto the bed.
She straddled me, her fishnet-covered legs spread wide as she ground her hips against mine. I could feel her wetness through the fabric, and I ached to be inside her.
But Sophia had other plans. She kissed her way down my body, her lips and tongue leaving a trail of fire in their wake. She reached my cock and took it in her mouth, swirling her tongue around the head as she sucked me deeper.
I moaned with pleasure, my hands tangled in her long hair as she took me to the brink. But just as I was about to cum, she pulled away, a wicked smile on her face.
She climbed back on top of me, positioning herself above my cock. I could see the desire in her eyes as she lowered herself down, taking me inside her inch by inch.
We moved together, our bodies slick with sweat as we chased our release. She rode me hard, her breasts bouncing with each thrust as she moaned my name.
I could feel myself getting close, and I reached up to pinch her nipples, sending her over the edge. She cried out as she came, her pussy clenching around my cock as I followed her over the edge.
We lay there, panting and spent, as the sweat cooled on our skin. I knew in that moment that I would never be able to let Sophia go.
And so, our Sunday morning meetings became a regular occurrence, each one more passionate than the last. We explored each other’s bodies, learning what made the other moan with pleasure. And every time we came together, it was like a little piece of heaven on earth.
