It was a hot summer evening when I first met Rashida. She was a stunning woman with dark, smooth skin and curves in all the right places. She had a way of moving that was both graceful and seductive, and I found myself drawn to her instantly.
One night, I was in the kitchen cooking dinner when I heard the front door open and close. I turned to see Rashida walk in, wearing tight yoga pants and a lacy lingerie top that left little to the imagination. My heart skipped a beat as I took in the sight of her.
“Hey there,” she said, her voice low and sultry. “I hope you don’t mind, but I couldn’t resist joining you for dinner.”
I swallowed hard, trying to keep my composure. “Of course not,” I managed to say. “I’m glad you’re here.”
We made small talk as I finished cooking, but I couldn’t keep my eyes off of her. Every time she moved, her yoga pants stretched tight against her ass, and I couldn’t help but imagine what it would be like to touch her there.
Finally, dinner was ready, and we sat down to eat. But as we ate, the tension between us grew. I could see the desire in Rashida’s eyes, and I knew she felt the same way.
Without a word, she stood up and walked over to me. She straddled my lap, her yoga pants rubbing against my growing erection. I groaned as I felt her heat, my hands automatically going to her hips.
She leaned down and kissed me, her tongue exploring my mouth. I met her passion with my own, my hands roaming her body. I could feel her nipples harden beneath her lingerie, and I couldn’t resist teasing them with my fingers.
She moaned as I touched her, her hips grinding against me. I could feel her wetness through her yoga pants, and I knew she wanted me as much as I wanted her.
With a swift movement, I pulled her yoga pants down, revealing her smooth, bare ass. I couldn’t help but lean down and kiss her there, my tongue tracing circles around her entrance.
She moaned louder, her hands going to my head as she held me there. I slipped a finger inside of her, feeling her tight walls clench around me. She was so wet, so ready for me.
But I wanted more. I wanted to feel her from the inside. So I stood up, lifting her with me. She wrapped her legs around my waist, her arms around my neck.
I carried her to the kitchen table, laying her down on her back. I pulled her lingerie top off, revealing her perfect breasts. I couldn’t resist taking one of her nipples into my mouth, sucking and teasing it with my tongue.
She moaned, her hips bucking as she ground against me. I could feel her wetness seeping through my pants, and I knew I had to have her.
I pulled my pants down, freeing my throbbing cock. I positioned myself at her entrance, teasing her with the tip. She moaned, her hips lifting up to meet me.
With one swift thrust, I was inside of her. She gasped as I filled her, her walls clenching around me. I couldn’t help but groan as I felt her warmth, her tightness.
I started to move, thrusting in and out of her. She met me stroke for stroke, her hips lifting up to meet mine. We moved together, our bodies in perfect harmony.
I could feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge. I could tell Rashida was too. She moaned louder, her nails digging into my back.
“Yes, yes, yes,” she chanted, her hips grinding against me.
With one final thrust, I came inside of her. She followed soon after, her walls clenching around me as she cried out in pleasure.
We lay there for a moment, panting and spent. I pulled out of her, collapsing next to her on the table.
“That was amazing,” she said, her voice low and breathless.
“Yes, it was,” I agreed.
And as we lay there, wrapped up in each other’s arms, I knew that this was just the beginning of something beautiful.
