The summer sun streamed through the window, casting a warm glow on the room. Rachel, a 25-year-old woman with a short ponytail and topless, lay on the bed, her body flushed with anticipation.
Beside her, Jack, a 28-year-old man with a mischievous grin, slowly traced his fingers up her thigh. His touch was electric, sending shivers down her spine.
“Do you trust me?” Jack whispered in Rachel’s ear, his breath hot against her skin.
Rachel nodded, her heart racing. She had never done this before, but with Jack, she felt safe and adventurous.
Jack’s hand continued its journey up Rachel’s body, stopping just short of her breasts. He leaned in, his lips brushing against her earlobe.
“I want to make you feel good,” he murmured, his voice low and husky.
Rachel moaned, her body arching towards him. She felt his hand cup her breast, his thumb brushing against her nipple. She gasped as he pinched it gently, sending a jolt of pleasure through her body.
Jack’s other hand found Rachel’s, intertwining their fingers. He leaned in, his lips meeting hers in a passionate kiss. Rachel responded eagerly, their tongues dancing together.
Jack’s hand left Rachel’s breast, traveling down her body and stopping at the waistband of her shorts. He looked at her, his eyes filled with desire.
“May I?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
Rachel nodded, her breath coming in short gasps. She felt Jack’s fingers hook into the waistband of her shorts, slowly pulling them down her legs.
Once her shorts were off, Jack’s hand returned to Rachel’s thigh. He traced small circles on her skin, his touch light and teasing. Rachel squirmed, wanting more.
