It was a hot summer evening, and the windows were open to let in the cool breeze. Sarah, a 25-year-old woman with long, brunette hair and full, red lips, was getting ready for a night in. She had just bought a new lingerie set, a delicate piece of silk and lace that hugged her curves in all the right places. She slipped it on and admired herself in the mirror.
As she was fixing her hair, she heard a knock on the door. It was her neighbor, Jack, a tall, muscular man with a five o’clock shadow and piercing blue eyes. He had come over to borrow a book, but as soon as he saw Sarah, he couldn’t take his eyes off of her.
“Wow, Sarah,” he said, his gaze lingering on her curves. “You look incredible.”
Sarah blushed, feeling a familiar heat spread through her body. She knew what was coming next. Jack had always been flirty with her, but she had never taken him up on his advances. Tonight, she decided to change that.
She invited him in, and they sat on the couch, talking and laughing as the tension between them grew. Sarah could feel herself getting wet as she listened to Jack’s deep, husky voice. She leaned in closer, letting her hair brush against his cheek. He turned to face her, and their lips met in a passionate kiss.
As they kissed, Sarah’s hands wandered down Jack’s chest, feeling the muscles beneath his shirt. She tugged at his belt, pulling him closer. He responded by slipping his hand under her lingerie, cupping her breast and teasing her nipple with his thumb.
Sarah moaned, feeling a rush of pleasure as he touched her. She pulled away from his kiss, gasping for breath. “Jack,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “I want you.”
