It was a warm summer evening when I first saw her, sauntering down the street with her luscious curves and wide hips. She caught my eye immediately, and I couldn’t help but stare as she approached me.
“Excuse me,” she said, her voice sultry and inviting. “Do you have a light?”
I fumbled in my pocket, pulling out a lighter and handing it to her. She leaned in close as she lit her cigarette, and I caught a whiff of her intoxicating perfume.
“Thank you,” she said, handing me back the lighter. Our eyes locked, and I felt a spark of desire ignite within me.
“Would you like to come back to my place?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
She hesitated for a moment, biting her lip, before nodding. We walked back to my apartment, the tension between us palpable.
As soon as we were inside, she pressed herself against me, her full lips finding mine. Our tongues danced together as we kissed, our hands exploring each other’s bodies.
She broke away, her breath heavy. “I want you,” she whispered, her fingers tracing a path down my chest.
I pulled off her shirt, revealing her ample breasts. She moaned as I took one of her nipples into my mouth, teasing it with my tongue.
She reached down, unbuttoning my pants and pulling them down. I stepped out of them, my cock already hard with desire.
She dropped to her knees, taking my cock into her mouth. She sucked and licked, her tongue swirling around the tip. I groaned, my hands tangled in her hair.
She stood up, pulling me towards the bed. We tumbled onto it, our bodies entwined. She straddled me, lowering herself onto my cock.
We moved together, our bodies slick with sweat. She moaned with each thrust, her hips grinding against me.
I reached down, rubbing her clit. She cried out, her orgasm washing over her. I followed soon after, my cock pulsing inside her.
We lay there, panting and spent. The passion of our encounter still lingering in the air.
“That was amazing,” she whispered, her head resting on my chest.
I smiled, running my fingers through her hair. “Yes, it was.”
We stayed there, wrapped in each other’s arms, until the early hours of the morning. It was a night I would never forget, a passionate encounter with a stranger on the street.
