It was a warm summer evening as Marianne, a woman in her late twenties with short, fiery red hair, found herself walking along the edge of a serene lake. The moonlight danced upon the water’s surface, casting a gentle glow on the surrounding landscape. She had come here to escape the stress of her daily life.
Suddenly, she noticed someone on the other side of the lake. It was a tall, mysterious figure with long, curly hair, who seemed to be watching her from afar. Intrigued, she decided to approach him.
As she got closer, she realized that the stranger was a man, seemingly in his early thirties. He had a chiseled jawline, piercing blue eyes, and a muscular build. His hair cascaded down his shoulders, shimmering under the moonlight.
“Hello,” Marianne said softly, as she reached the other side of the lake. “I couldn’t help but notice you over here. Do you often come here?”
“Only on nights like this,” the man replied, his voice deep and mesmerizing. “There’s something about the peacefulness of this place that calls to me.”
Marianne nodded in agreement, and they started talking, sharing stories and laughter into the night. As they talked, they found themselves drawn to each other, their bodies inching closer with every passing moment.
Without thinking, Marianne leaned in, pressing her lips against the stranger’s. He responded eagerly, his arms wrapping around her waist, pulling her closer. Their tongues danced together, exploring each other’s mouths with a passion that neither had ever experienced before.
As they continued to kiss, their hands started to wander, caressing every inch of each other’s bodies. The man’s fingers found their way to Marianne’s nipples, pinching and twisting them gently, causing her to moan with pleasure.
Marianne’s hands, in turn, found their way to the man’s crotch, feeling his hard cock straining against his pants. She began to rub and squeeze it, causing him to let out a low growl of pleasure.
Without a word, the man picked Marianne up, carrying her to a nearby patch of soft grass. He laid her down gently, his body covering hers, as they continued to kiss and touch each other.
The man’s fingers made their way to Marianne’s pussy, finding it already wet and ready for him. He began to rub her clit, causing her to moan even louder.
“Please, I need more,” Marianne begged, her hips thrusting upwards, desperate for more stimulation.
The man obliged, sliding a finger inside her, then two, fucking her with his fingers, before adding a third. Marianne’s moans grew louder, her pussy clenching around his fingers, as she approached her orgasm.
“Yes, yes, I’m cumming,” Marianne cried out, her body shaking with pleasure as she came hard around the man’s fingers.
As she caught her breath, the man positioned himself between her legs, his cock poised at her entrance. He looked into her eyes, seeking permission.
Marianne nodded, pulling him closer, guiding his cock inside her. The man thrust forward, filling her completely, causing her to gasp with pleasure.
They began to move together, their bodies moving in perfect harmony. The man’s hips slammed into Marianne’s, their skin slapping together, as they both chased their orgasms.
Marianne’s fingers found their way to the man’s nipples, pinching and twisting them, causing him to moan with pleasure.
“Fuck, I’m close,” the man gasped, his thrusts becoming erratic.
“Come inside me,” Marianne begged, her hips meeting his, desperate for his release.
With a final thrust, the man came hard, filling Marianne’s pussy with his cum. She moaned with pleasure, her pussy clenching around his cock, milking every last drop.
As they caught their breath, the man pulled out, laying down next to Marianne.
“Who are you?” Marianne asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
“Just a stranger by the lake,” the man replied, a soft smile playing on his lips.
And with that, he disappeared into the night, leaving Marianne alone by the lake, her body still tingling with pleasure.