It was a hot summer evening, and the air was thick with anticipation. Sarah, a woman in her late twenties with short hair and bangs, had just come home from a night out with her friends. She was wearing a little black dress and red lipstick, feeling confident and sexy.
As she entered her apartment, she heard the sound of water running in the bathroom. She knew that her husband, Mark, was taking a shower. She felt a surge of desire wash over her as she imagined joining him in there.
She quietly made her way to the bathroom door and slowly opened it. Mark was standing under the streaming water, his toned body glistening with moisture. He didn’t notice her at first, but when he did, his eyes lit up with surprise and desire.
Sarah stepped into the shower, closing the door behind her. She was wearing her black lace lingerie, and the water made it cling to her curves. Mark’s gaze traveled down her body, taking in every inch of her.
Without a word, Sarah pressed her body against Mark’s, feeling his hard length against her. She kissed him deeply, their tongues dancing together as the water rained down on them.
Mark’s hands traveled down Sarah’s body, cupping her ass and pulling her closer. She moaned as she felt his fingers tracing the outline of her panties, teasing her.
Sarah reached down and pulled Mark’s cock out of his shorts. She stroked it gently, feeling it grow harder in her hand. She then dropped to her knees, taking him into her mouth.
Mark groaned as he felt Sarah’s lips around him. She sucked and licked, her tongue swirling around his head. He tangled his fingers in her hair, pulling her closer.
Sarah stood up and turned around, pressing her ass against Mark’s cock. He entered her easily, her wetness slick against him. She moaned as he filled her, her walls clenching around him.
Mark wrapped his arms around Sarah’s waist, pulling her closer as he thrust into her. She moaned, her head falling back onto his shoulder.
They moved together, their bodies slick with water and desire. Sarah reached down and started to play with her clit, feeling herself getting closer to the edge.
Mark’s thrusts became faster and harder, his breath coming in short gasps. Sarah could feel him getting closer, and she urged him on.
With a final thrust, Mark came inside her, his warmth filling her. Sarah followed soon after, her orgasm ripping through her.
They stood there, wrapped in each other’s arms, the water raining down on them. They didn’t need to say anything, their bodies had spoken for them.
As they dried off and got ready for bed, Sarah couldn’t help but think about the night ahead. She knew that this was just the beginning of their passionate encounter.
