It was a sweltering summer afternoon when I first laid eyes on her, the brunette woman with long, messy hair. She was a sight to behold, dressed in a tight-fitting fishnet dress that left little to the imagination. I couldn’t take my eyes off of her as she walked down the aisle of the small, stuffy church.
I was there to attend a funeral, a solemn occasion that seemed to be at odds with the woman’s provocative attire. But as I watched her, I couldn’t help but feel a growing sense of desire. I imagined what it would be like to run my fingers through her hair, to feel her body pressed against mine.
As the service came to a close, I mustered up the courage to approach her. She was standing alone, her eyes fixed on the casket that held the deceased. I introduced myself, my voice shaking slightly as I spoke.
To my surprise, she seemed receptive to my advances. We exchanged numbers, and before I knew it, we were making plans to meet up later that night.
I arrived at her apartment, my heart racing with anticipation. She greeted me at the door, her hair still messy from the earlier funeral. She looked even more beautiful than I remembered.
We made small talk as we sipped on glasses of wine, but I could feel the tension between us growing with each passing moment. Finally, she set her glass down and looked me in the eyes.
“I want you,” she said, her voice husky with desire.
I didn’t need any further encouragement. I leaned in, my lips finding hers in a passionate kiss. Our tongues danced together, the taste of wine mingling on our lips.
She pulled away, her breath coming in short gasps. She led me to her bedroom, her hips swaying seductively as she walked. She turned to face me, her eyes dark with desire.
“Take off your clothes,” she commanded.
I did as she asked, my cock already rock hard with anticipation. She watched me, her eyes taking in every inch of my body.
She stepped closer, her hand reaching out to touch me. She wrapped her fingers around my cock, her grip firm and confident. She stroked me slowly, her eyes never leaving mine.
I reached for her, my hands finding her breasts through the fishnet fabric of her dress. I pinched her nipples, eliciting a moan from her lips.
She pushed me back onto the bed, her body following mine. She straddled me, her wet pussy grinding against my cock.
“I want you inside me,” she whispered, her breath hot against my ear.
I didn’t need any further encouragement. I positioned myself at her entrance, my cock slick with pre-cum. She lowered herself onto me, her pussy swallowing me whole.
We moved together, our bodies in sync as we chased our shared release. She rode me hard, her hips bucking wildly as she moaned and gasped.
I could feel myself getting closer to the edge, my balls tightening with each thrust. She must have sensed it too, because she quickened her pace, her pussy tightening around me.
“I’m close,” she gasped, her voice barely above a whisper.
I reached down, my fingers finding her clit. I rubbed her gently, my touch sending her over the edge. She cried out, her body shaking with the force of her orgasm.
The feel of her pussy contracting around me was enough to send me over the edge. I came hard, my cock pulsing as I filled her with my seed.
We lay there, our bodies slick with sweat, our breaths coming in short gasps.
“That was amazing,” she whispered, her head resting on my chest.
I couldn’t have agreed more. It was a moment of pure, unadulterated pleasure. A moment that I would never forget.
As we lay there, our bodies entwined, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of guilt. I had just committed a sin, and yet I couldn’t bring myself to regret it.
For in that moment, I had experienced true ecstasy. And I knew that I would do anything to feel that way again.
