It was a hot summer evening, and the kitchen was filled with the aroma of dinner being prepared. Sarah, a stunning 28-year-old woman with a perfect body, was cooking for her long-time friend, Mark, who was visiting her from out of town. Mark, a 32-year-old man of athletic build, couldn’t help but admire Sarah’s beauty as she moved around the kitchen, her curves accentuated by the fitted dress she wore.
As Sarah reached up to grab a spice from the top shelf, Mark caught a glimpse of her cleavage, and he felt his body react. Sarah noticed his gaze and smiled, her eyes sparkling with mischief. She walked over to him, her hips swaying seductively, and leaned in to whisper in his ear, “I’ve been thinking about you all day, Mark.”
Mark’s heart skipped a beat as Sarah’s lips brushed against his ear. He turned to face her, and their eyes met. He could see the desire in her eyes and felt his own passion rising. Without a word, Sarah wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him deeply, their tongues entwining in a dance as old as time.
Mark’s hands roamed over Sarah’s body, feeling the curves he had been admiring all evening. He pulled her closer, and she moaned softly, her body molding to his. They broke the kiss, both of them breathless, and Sarah looked up at him with a sultry smile.
“Let’s take this to the dining room,” she whispered, taking his hand and leading him to the table. Mark followed, his heart pounding in his chest.
Once they reached the table, Sarah pushed him down onto a chair and climbed onto his lap, straddling him. She kissed him again, her hands tangled in his hair as she ground her hips against his. Mark’s hands roamed over her body, cupping her breasts and teasing her nipples through the fabric of her dress.
Sarah broke the kiss and stood up, her eyes never leaving Mark’s. She slowly lifted her dress over her head, revealing her perfect body in all its glory. Mark’s breath hitched in his throat as he took in the sight of her.
Sarah reached behind her back and unclasped her bra, letting it fall to the floor. Mark’s hands reached out to touch her, but Sarah stopped him. “Not yet,” she whispered, her voice husky with desire.
She knelt in front of him, her hands working at the button of his jeans. She pulled them down, along with his boxers, and took his hard cock in her hand. Mark moaned as she stroked him, her fingers tracing the length of him.
Sarah leaned in and licked the tip of his cock, her tongue swirling around the head. Mark’s hands reached out to grab her hair, but she pulled away, a mischievous smile on her face.
“Not yet,” she whispered again, her voice even huskier than before. She stood up and turned around, bending over the table. “Fuck me, Mark,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
Mark didn’t need to be told twice. He stood up and moved behind her, his hands reaching out to grab her hips. He positioned himself at her entrance and thrust into her, hard. Sarah moaned as he filled her, her body trembling with pleasure.
Mark started to move, his hips thrusting against hers as he fucked her hard. Sarah’s hands gripped the edge of the table, her body moving with his.
“Yes, Mark, yes,” she moaned, her voice filled with pleasure. Mark leaned forward, his hands reaching around to cup her breasts, his fingers teasing her nipples.
Sarah’s orgasm hit her suddenly, her body trembling with pleasure as she came hard around Mark’s cock. Mark couldn’t hold back any longer and followed her over the edge, his cum filling her as he came hard.
They both collapsed onto the table, their bodies spent. Mark pulled out of Sarah and wrapped his arms around her, holding her close.
“That was amazing,” he whispered, his breath hot against her ear.
“Yes, it was,” Sarah replied, her voice filled with satisfaction.
They lay there for a few moments, their bodies entwined, before Sarah stood up and started to get dressed. Mark watched her, his eyes filled with admiration.
“I’ll finish dinner,” Sarah said, her voice soft.
Mark nodded, still watching her. He couldn’t believe what had just happened, but he knew one thing for sure. He couldn’t wait to do it again.
