Eva, a woman of 28 with long honey-blonde hair, stood in her kitchen, her perfect, firm 36C breasts on display. She wore only a short, apron, her nipples hardening in the cool air of the room. She was making dinner for herself, but her mind was elsewhere.
As she chopped vegetables, she couldn’t help but think about the man she had met at the bar the previous night. He was tall, dark, and handsome, with piercing blue eyes and a muscular build. She had felt an immediate attraction to him, and they had spent the night talking and laughing together.
She felt a stirring between her legs as she thought about his hands on her body, his lips on hers. She let out a soft moan as she imagined him taking her right there on the kitchen counter.
She felt a warm wetness spreading between her thighs as she continued to chop the vegetables, her mind filled with thoughts of the man’s hands on her body, his lips on hers.
She couldn’t take it any longer. She put down the knife and walked over to the counter, propping one leg up on a stool. She reached down and began to stroke her clit, her fingers slick with her own juices. She let out a soft moan as she thought about the man’s cock inside her, filling her up and making her scream with pleasure.
She imagined him behind her, his strong hands on her hips as he thrust into her from behind. She could almost feel his breath on her neck as he whispered filthy things in her ear.
She quickened her pace, her fingers moving faster and faster over her clit. She let out a loud moan as she came, her juices flowing freely down her legs.
She stood there for a moment, catching her breath, before cleaning herself up and finishing dinner. She couldn’t wait to see the man again, to feel his hands on her body and his cock inside her. She knew it would be a night to remember.
As she sat down to eat, she couldn’t help but think about what had just happened. She had never been so turned on, so desperate for release. She knew that she would have to see the man again, to feel his hands on her body and his cock inside her. She couldn’t wait for the night when they would finally be together.
She finished her dinner, her mind still filled with thoughts of the man and the passion they would share. She knew that it would be a night to remember, a night of pleasure and passion that she would never forget. She couldn’t wait for it to happen.
