In the sweltering heat of a summer afternoon, Rebecca, a voluptuous 25-year-old brunette, lay on her bed in a skimpy lace bra and matching panties. She ran her fingers over the hooks on her bra, remembering the man who’d helped her put it on earlier that day.
John, a strikingly handsome 30-year-old with piercing blue eyes, had come over to fix her leaky faucet. As he worked, Rebecca couldn’t help but notice his gaze lingering on her curves. She’d decided to have a little fun, flirting shamelessly, giving him an eyeful of her cleavage.
When John had finally finished the repair, Rebecca had playfully asked, “How about helping me with this instead?” She’d turned around, showing him the clasp of her bra. John, clearly surprised but unable to resist her charm, had stepped closer, his fingers brushing against her skin as he unclasped the bra.
Now, thinking about John’s touch, Rebecca slipped her fingers under the straps of her bra, slowly easing them down her shoulders. She imagined John’s hands on her body, his lips on hers, as she slipped the bra off completely, freeing her full breasts.
She cupped her breasts, teasing her nipples, recalling the heat in John’s gaze as he’d looked at her. She imagined his hands replacing hers, his fingers pinching and rolling her nipples, sending waves of pleasure through her body.
Rebecca slid her hand into her panties, her fingers finding her wet folds. She imagined it was John’s hand, his fingers exploring her, preparing her for his cock. She moaned softly, her fingers circling her clit, imagining it was John’s tongue.
Suddenly, she heard a knock at the door. It was John, returning with a forgotten tool. Rebecca, still flushed with desire, invited him in. She stood before him, her body on display, her nipples hard, her desire clear.
John, unable to resist, stepped closer, his hands reaching out to touch her. Rebecca gasped as his fingers grazed her nipples, her body responding to his touch. She reached for his pants, her fingers fumbling with the button, her need for him overpowering.
They tumbled onto the bed, their bodies entwined, their moans filling the room. John’s cock slid into her wet pussy, filling her, completing her. They moved together, their bodies in sync, their moans growing louder.
“Yes, John,” Rebecca cried out, her nails digging into his back. “Harder, fuck me harder.”
John obliged, his thrusts becoming more intense, their bodies slapping together. Rebecca’s orgasm hit her like a wave, her body trembling, her moans turning into cries of pleasure.
John followed, his body shuddering as he came inside her. They lay there, their bodies spent, their hearts racing.
“I’ll come back tomorrow to fix that leaky faucet,” John said, his breath hot against her ear.
“I’ll be waiting,” Rebecca replied, a smile playing on her lips.
