The Bikini and the Bra

It was a hot summer day, and Helen lay by the pool in her new bikini. The top was a push-up bra, designed to enhance her assets. She looked stunning, her skin glowing in the sun.

Across the pool, Mark watched her. He had been admiring her from afar, but today, something was different. He felt drawn to her, compelled to talk to her. He stood up, took a deep breath, and walked over to her.

“Hi,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

Helen looked up, surprised. “Hi,” she replied, a small smile playing on her lips.

They talked for a while, and Mark discovered that Helen was not just beautiful but also intelligent and witty. He was falling for her, hard.

As the day turned into evening, Mark suggested they go back to his place. Helen agreed, and they left the pool behind.

Once they were alone, Mark couldn’t keep his hands off Helen. He started with soft kisses, lingering on her lips. Helen responded, her body melting into his.

Mark’s hands wandered, cupping Helen’s breasts over the push-up bra. She gasped as he squeezed, the fabric rubbing against her nipples.

Helen reached behind her back, unclasping the bra. It fell away, revealing her perfect breasts. Mark couldn’t help but stare, mesmerized by her beauty.

He leaned down, taking a nipple into his mouth. Helen moaned, her hands tangling in his hair. Mark switched to the other breast, teasing the nipple with his teeth.

Helen’s breath hitched as Mark’s hand slid down her body, slipping under her bikini bottoms. She was already wet, ready for him.

Mark slipped a finger inside her, and Helen gasped. He added a second finger, fucking her slowly. Helen’s moans grew louder, filling the room.

Mark couldn’t wait any longer. He pulled off his pants, his cock standing at attention. Helen licked her lips, eyeing him hungrily.

Mark positioned himself at her entrance, teasing her with the tip of his cock. Helen thrust her hips up, trying to impale herself on him.

With one swift movement, Mark entered her. Helen cried out, her nails digging into his back. Mark started slow, building up a steady rhythm.

Soon, they were lost in the moment, their bodies moving together in perfect harmony. Mark reached down, rubbing Helen’s clit. She moaned, her pussy clenching around his cock.

Mark could feel himself getting closer to the edge. He thrust harder, faster. Helen’s moans grew louder, her pussy tightening around him.

With a final thrust, Mark came, filling Helen with his seed. She moaned, her pussy milking him dry.

They lay there, panting and sweaty, their bodies entwined. Mark looked at Helen, his heart skipping a beat. He knew he had found something special, something he never wanted to let go.

And as they lay there, the sun setting outside, Mark and Helen knew that this was just the beginning of their story.

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