It was a hot summer evening, and I was walking down the bustling streets of the city. My eyes were drawn to a petite figure standing outside a bar, her pixie-cut hair gleaming under the neon lights. She was sipping on a drink, her eyes scanning the crowd. Her name was Lily, a 25-year-old graphic designer I had met at a networking event a few days ago.
We exchanged greetings, and she suggested we head to her apartment for a nightcap. I agreed, and we made our way to her place, the sexual tension between us palpable. Once we arrived, she poured us a drink, and we sat down on her couch, making small talk.
But it wasn’t long before our hands began to wander. I traced my fingers down her arm, and she shivered. I looked into her eyes, and she leaned in, our lips meeting in a passionate kiss. Our tongues danced together, and I could feel her heart racing.
I began to explore her body, my hands caressing her curves. I trailed kisses down her neck, nibbling on her earlobe. She moaned softly, her hands running through my hair. I reached behind her and unzipped her dress, letting it fall to the floor, revealing her lacy lingerie.
She stood up and pushed me back onto the couch, straddling me. She ground her hips against me, her heat radiating through her underwear. I reached up and cupped her breasts, teasing her nipples through the fabric. She moaned and arched her back, pressing herself against me.
I slid my hand down her stomach and under her underwear, finding her wet and ready for me. She bit her lip as I began to circle her clit, her hips bucking against my hand. I slipped a finger inside her, and she gasped, her muscles clenching around me.
I removed my hand and lifted her up, laying her down on the couch. I knelt between her legs, pulling her underwear to the side. I leaned down and licked her clit, her back arching off the couch. I slipped a finger inside her again, curling it upwards to hit her G-spot. She moaned loudly, her legs shaking.
I continued to lick and finger her, bringing her closer and closer to the edge. Just as she was about to cum, I pulled away, making her whimper. I stood up and undressed, my cock hard and ready for her.
She looked up at me with a hungry gaze, her chest heaving. I climbed on top of her, positioning myself at her entrance. I looked into her eyes as I pushed inside her, filling her completely. She moaned, her nails digging into my back.
I began to thrust, each movement sending waves of pleasure through both of us. I reached down and rubbed her clit, her moans growing louder. She wrapped her legs around me, pulling me deeper inside her.
I could feel her muscles tightening around me, and I knew she was close. I increased my pace, my balls slapping against her ass. She cried out, her orgasm washing over her. I continued to thrust, chasing my own release.
With one final thrust, I came inside her, my hot load filling her up. I collapsed on top of her, both of us panting and sweating.
We lay there for a few moments, catching our breath. I pulled out of her and lay down next to her, my arm draped over her stomach.
“That was amazing,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
“Yes, it was,” I replied, pressing a kiss to her forehead.
We lay there, our bodies entwined, our hearts beating in sync. It was the start of a passionate affair, one that would leave us both begging for more.
