It was a hot summer afternoon, and the house was filled with an oppressive heat. The windows were open, but the air was still and heavy with humidity. Sarah, a stunning woman in her early thirties, was in the kitchen, wearing only a long t-shirt that barely covered her perfect, round ass. She had long, wavy chestnut hair that cascaded down her back and over her shoulders, framing her face and her perfect, firm breasts.
As she moved around the kitchen, preparing a cold drink to quench her thirst, she couldn’t help but feel aroused by the heat and the solitude of the house. She had been thinking about him all day, imagining his hands on her body, his lips on hers, and his hard cock inside her. She knew he was coming over later, and the thought of it made her wet with anticipation.
She took a long sip of her drink, her full lips wrapping around the glass, and closed her eyes, imagining his tongue on her nipples, his fingers inside her. She couldn’t take it anymore, she needed to touch herself, to release the tension that was building up inside her.
She reached under her t-shirt, her fingers finding her wet pussy, already swollen with desire. She began to rub herself, her fingers moving in slow circles, as she imagined it was him touching her. She let out a soft moan, her eyes still closed, as she felt her orgasm building up inside her.
Just then, she heard the front door open, and his footsteps echoed through the house. She quickly pulled her hand out from under her t-shirt, her heart racing with excitement. He walked into the kitchen, his eyes taking in her disheveled appearance, and a sly smile spread across his face.
“I see you’ve been waiting for me,” he said, his voice low and seductive.
She didn’t say anything, she just looked at him, her eyes filled with desire. He walked over to her, his arms encircling her waist, pulling her close. His lips found hers, and they kissed, their tongues exploring each other’s mouths.
He reached up, his fingers tangling in her long hair, pulling her head back as he trailed kisses down her neck. She let out a soft moan, her hands reaching up to touch his chest, feeling the hard muscles beneath his shirt.
He reached down, his fingers finding the hem of her t-shirt, and pulling it up and over her head, revealing her perfect, firm breasts. He cupped them in his hands, his thumbs rubbing over her nipples, causing her to gasp with pleasure.
He picked her up, placing her on the kitchen counter, her legs spread wide. He knelt down, his face level with her pussy, and he began to lick her, his tongue exploring every inch of her wet folds. She let out a loud moan, her hands reaching down to tangle in his hair, pulling him closer.
He stood up, his hard cock pressing against her wet pussy. She reached down, her fingers wrapping around his shaft, guiding him inside her. He thrust deep inside her, causing her to cry out with pleasure.
He began to fuck her, hard and fast, their bodies slapping together, their moans filling the kitchen. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper inside her. He reached down, his fingers finding her clit, and he began to rub her, causing her to moan louder and louder.
She felt her orgasm building up inside her, and she couldn’t hold back any longer. She let out a loud cry, her body shaking as she came, her juices flowing over his cock. He continued to thrust inside her, causing her to cry out again and again.
Finally, he couldn’t hold back any longer. He let out a loud groan, his body shaking as he came, his hot cum filling her. They collapsed onto the kitchen counter, their bodies slick with sweat, their hearts racing.
They lay there for a few moments, catching their breath, before getting up and cleaning themselves up. They got dressed, and he left, leaving her alone in the kitchen, her mind still reeling from the intense sex they had just had. She couldn’t wait for him to come back again, and she knew she would be waiting for him, ready and willing.
