It was a hot summer afternoon, and Rebecca, a 28-year-old woman with long, wavy chestnut hair and perfect, firm 36C breasts, was in her kitchen making a pitcher of lemonade. She wore only a thin, white cotton tank top and a pair of tiny, lacy panties. The cool air from the air conditioner caused her nipples to harden, poking through the fabric of her top.
As she leaned over to get a glass from the cabinet, she heard the front door open and close. She turned to see her neighbor, Tom, a tall, muscular man with short, blond hair, standing in the doorway. He was in his late twenties and had a mischievous grin on his face.
“Hey, Rebecca,” he said, his eyes scanning her body. “I saw you through the window and couldn’t help but come over.”
Rebecca blushed, but couldn’t help feeling a thrill run through her body. She had always found Tom attractive, but had never acted on it.
“I was just making some lemonade,” she said, gesturing to the pitcher on the counter. “Would you like some?”
“Sure,” Tom said, stepping closer to her. “But I was hoping for something a little stronger.”
He reached out and gently brushed a strand of hair from her face, his fingers lingering on her cheek. Rebecca’s heart raced as she looked into his deep blue eyes.
“I think I have something that might hit the spot,” she said, her voice husky with desire.
She reached up and wrapped her arms around Tom’s neck, pulling him in for a long, deep kiss. Her tongue explored his mouth as her hands roamed over his muscular chest. Tom’s hands were on her waist, pulling her closer, his hard cock pressing against her through their clothes.
Rebecca broke the kiss and pulled away, leading Tom to the kitchen table. She pushed him down into a chair and climbed onto his lap, straddling him. She ground her hips against his cock, feeling it twitch and harden beneath her.
Tom reached up and cupped her breasts through her top, his thumbs flicking at her hard nipples. Rebecca moaned, throwing her head back as waves of pleasure washed over her.
Tom slipped his hands under her top, pulling it up and over her head, exposing her perfect breasts. He leaned forward and took one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking and teasing it with his tongue. Rebecca moaned, her hands gripping the back of his head as she held him close.
Tom’s hands roamed down her body, sliding under the waistband of her panties. He slipped a finger inside her wet pussy, stroking her clit as she moaned with pleasure.
Rebecca stood up, pushing Tom’s hands away. She hooked her fingers in the waistband of her panties and slowly pulled them down, revealing her bare pussy. She stepped out of them and climbed back onto Tom’s lap, guiding his cock inside her.
They moved together, their bodies slick with sweat as they fucked on the kitchen table. Rebecca moaned, her head thrown back as Tom’s cock filled her completely.
Tom reached up and pinched her nipples, pulling on them as he thrust into her. Rebecca moaned, her hips bucking wildly as she rode him.
Rebecca’s orgasm hit her suddenly, causing her to cry out as waves of pleasure washed over her. Tom’s thrusts became more erratic as he reached his own climax, cumming deep inside her.
They collapsed onto the table, their bodies spent and satisfied.
“That was amazing,” Tom said, his arms wrapped around Rebecca’s waist.
“Yes, it was,” Rebecca replied, her head resting on his shoulder. “I think we should do it again sometime.”
Tom grinned and kissed the top of her head. “I couldn’t agree more.”
