It was a sweltering summer afternoon when I first laid eyes on her. She stood in front of the kitchen counter, her short hair tousled and back-lit by the sun streaming through the window, giving her an ethereal glow. I could barely believe my luck when I found out she was renting the apartment above mine.
We exchanged pleasantries, discussing the weather and the noisy neighbors, before she introduced herself as Sophia, a 25-year-old graphic designer from the city. I couldn’t help but notice the way her eyes sparkled as she spoke, or the way her lips curled into a subtle smile at the corners.
Over the next few days, Sophia and I found ourselves spending more and more time together. We would cook dinner together, drink wine, and share stories about our lives. I found myself falling for her, hard.
One night, as we were cleaning up the kitchen after dinner, Sophia turned to me and said, “You know, I’ve been thinking about you a lot lately.” I felt my heart race as I looked into her eyes, searching for any sign of what she might be feeling.
“I’ve been thinking about you too,” I replied, my voice barely above a whisper.
Before I knew what was happening, Sophia’s lips were on mine, her tongue exploring my mouth with a passion I had never experienced before. She tasted like wine and desire, and I couldn’t get enough.
Without breaking our kiss, Sophia led me over to the kitchen counter, pushing aside the dirty dishes and pots and pans. She lifted me up onto the counter, spreading my legs apart as she stood between them.
I could feel the heat radiating off her body as she pressed herself against me, her hands roaming my curves and sending shivers down my spine. I reached down, grabbing fistfuls of her back-messy hair as we continued to kiss, our breaths coming in short, ragged gasps.
Sophia’s fingers found their way to my clit, circling and teasing me until I was writhing with pleasure. I could feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge, but she wasn’t ready to let me fall over just yet.
She pulled back, looking me in the eyes as she slowly slid two fingers inside me. I moaned with pleasure, my nails digging into her back as she began to move them in and out, slowly at first, then faster and faster.
I could feel my orgasm building, my moans growing louder and more desperate as Sophia continued to fuck me with her fingers. Just when I thought I couldn’t take it any longer, she leaned in and whispered, “Cum for me, baby.”
With that, I fell apart, my orgasm crashing over me like a wave as I cried out Sophia’s name. She didn’t let up, continuing to fuck me with her fingers until I was spent, my body limp and sated.
We collapsed onto the kitchen floor, our bodies tangled together as we caught our breath. I looked up at Sophia, her hair still messy and her lips swollen from our kisses.
“Wow,” I said, still trying to catch my breath.
Sophia smiled, her eyes shining with pleasure. “Wow is right,” she replied, pulling me close for another kiss.
And just like that, I knew I had found something special with Sophia. Something that would last long after the dishes were cleaned and the kitchen was put back in order.
