The moment Jasmine’s husband left for his business trip, she felt an overwhelming urge to celebrate her newfound solitude. She walked to the kitchen, still nude from her morning shower, her long chestnut hair cascading down her shoulders. The cool tiles beneath her bare feet sent a shiver up her spine.
Jasmine, a 32-year-old woman with an envious physique, reveled in the feeling of her perfect perky breasts, unconstrained by a bra, bouncing gently as she moved. The kitchen was filled with the aroma of freshly brewed coffee, and she poured herself a cup, leaning against the counter as she sipped it.
Lost in thought, she didn’t hear the front door open. Startled, she turned around to find her best friend and neighbor, Eric, standing in her kitchen doorway. A gasp escaped her lips, and she quickly placed her hand over her chest.
“Eric! I-I didn’t hear you come in,” Jasmine stammered, her cheeks flushed with both embarrassment and a sudden stirring of desire.
Eric, a handsome 34-year-old man with piercing blue eyes, couldn’t help but stare at her. “I’m sorry, Jasmine. I should have knocked. I just needed to grab some eggs for breakfast.”
Jasmine glanced at the front of his trousers and noticed the growing bulge. She licked her lips subconsciously and took a step closer to him.
“Well, since you’re here, let me make you breakfast,” she offered, her voice barely above a whisper.
As she prepared the meal, their conversation flowed effortlessly, filling the room with laughter and shared memories. Jasmine couldn’t ignore the electricity between them, the heat radiating from Eric’s body as he moved closer to her.
Unable to resist the temptation any longer, she placed her hand on his chest, feeling his heart pound in rhythm with hers. Their eyes met, and she stood on her tiptoes, pressing her lips against his. Eric’s arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her closer as they deepened their kiss.
Jasmine’s hands explored Eric’s body, tracing the contours of his muscular chest and abs. She reached for the hem of his shirt, pulling it over his head and tossing it to the side. Her fingers tangled in his hair as they kissed, their tongues dancing together.
Eric’s hands roamed her body, caressing her breasts and teasing her nipples. Jasmine moaned softly, arching her back as pleasure coursed through her. He picked her up, placing her on the counter, and stepped between her legs.
Their lips never broke contact as he reached down, slipping his fingers between her slick folds. Jasmine’s breath caught in her throat as he stroked her clit, her hips bucking against his hand.
“Please, Eric,” she begged, “I need you inside me.”
Eric didn’t hesitate. He guided his hard length into her, and they both groaned at the sensation. He began to move, slowly at first, then faster as their passion grew.
Jasmine’s legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him deeper inside her. She buried her face in his neck, her moans muffled as he pounded into her.
“Yes, Eric, just like that,” she panted, her nails digging into his back.
Their bodies moved in perfect harmony, their breaths coming in ragged gasps. Jasmine felt the familiar tension building deep within her, her muscles clenching around Eric’s cock.
With a final thrust, they both reached their peak, their simultaneous orgasms sending shockwaves through them. Eric’s seed filled her as she cried out his name, her body trembling in release.
They stayed like that for a moment, their hearts racing, their breaths mingling. Slowly, Eric pulled away, his softening cock slipping out of her.
Jasmine smiled, her cheeks still flushed with desire. “I guess breakfast will have to wait.”
Eric chuckled, pulling her into a tight embrace. “I think we’ve earned a little break.”
As they stood there, wrapped in each other’s arms, the kitchen was filled with the sounds of their contented sighs and soft laughter.
