In the heart of Jakarta, a bustling city in Indonesia, lived a woman named Sari. She was a 28-year-old lingerie designer with a penchant for creating exquisite pieces that celebrated the female form. Sari had a client, a wealthy businessman named Raja, who had a fascination for her and her designs.
One day, Raja visited Sari’s atelier to order a custom-made lingerie set for his girlfriend’s birthday. As Sari showed him her latest collection, her eyes caught sight of a delicate javanese lace bra. The intricate detailing and the sensuous feel of the fabric stirred something within her.
Raja, noticing Sari’s admiration for the bra, said, “Why don’t you try it on, Sari? I’d love to see how it looks on you.”
Sari hesitated for a moment, but the thought of feeling the bra against her skin was too enticing to resist. She went to the changing room and put on the javanese lace bra. The moment she looked at herself in the mirror, she felt a surge of desire. She opened the door and stepped out, her eyes locked with Raja’s.
Raja’s gaze traveled from Sari’s face down to the javanese lace bra that hugged her curves. He couldn’t help but feel aroused. Sari, noticing his reaction, walked closer to him. She placed her hand on his chest and looked into his eyes.
“Raja, I want you,” she whispered.
Raja, surprised but eager, pulled Sari close and kissed her deeply. Their tongues intertwined as they explored each other’s mouths. Raja’s hands traveled down Sari’s body, caressing her curves through the javanese lace bra.
Sari let out a soft moan as Raja’s hands found her nipples. He pinched and tugged at them, causing Sari to arch her back in pleasure. Raja, feeling emboldened, slowly trailed his lips down Sari’s neck, leaving a trail of kisses in his wake.
Sari, her breath hitching, unbuttoned Raja’s shirt, revealing his toned chest. She ran her fingers over his muscles, feeling the heat radiating from his body. Raja, in response, slipped his hand under the javanese lace bra, cupping Sari’s breast.
Sari gasped as Raja’s thumb brushed over her nipple. She could feel her wetness seeping through her panties. Raja, noticing this, trailed his hand down Sari’s body, slipping his fingers under her panties.
He found her clit, already swollen with desire. He started to circle it, causing Sari to moan louder. Sari, in response, unbuttoned Raja’s pants, freeing his hard cock.
Raja, unable to wait any longer, lifted Sari onto the table. He positioned himself at her entrance, teasing her with the tip of his cock. Sari, writhing in anticipation, begged him to enter her.
Raja, with one swift thrust, buried himself deep inside Sari. She let out a loud moan as he started to thrust in and out of her. The table shook with each of Raja’s movements, the sound of their skin slapping against each other filling the room.
Raja, feeling Sari’s muscles tighten around his cock, increased his pace. Sari, her moans growing louder, dug her fingers into Raja’s back.
“Yes, Raja, don’t stop. I’m close,” she cried out.
Hearing Sari’s words, Raja thrust deeper and harder into her. Sari’s moans turned into cries of pleasure as she reached her climax. Raja, feeling Sari’s orgasm, followed suit, emptying himself inside her.
They both collapsed onto the table, their bodies slick with sweat. They looked at each other, their eyes filled with satisfaction.
“That was incredible, Sari,” Raja said, catching his breath.
“Yes, it was, Raja,” Sari replied, a smile playing on her lips.
They both knew that this was just the beginning of their passionate affair. And the javanese lace bra would always be a reminder of their first time together.
