It was a warm summer evening, and the sun had just begun to set on the bustling city. Sarah, a 25-year-old woman with long brown hair and bright green eyes, was walking down the street, enjoying the freedom of not having to wear a bra under her thin white tank top.
As she walked, she noticed a handsome stranger watching her from across the street. He was tall, with broad shoulders and dark hair that curled at the edges. Sarah couldn’t help but feel a flutter in her chest as she caught his gaze.
The stranger began to cross the street, making his way towards Sarah. She felt a mixture of excitement and nervousness as he approached, but she couldn’t deny the spark of attraction that she felt.
“Hi,” he said, his voice deep and smooth. “I’m Michael.”
Sarah introduced herself, and the two struck up a conversation. They talked about their jobs, their hobbies, and their shared love of the city. As they walked, Sarah couldn’t help but notice the way Michael’s eyes kept straying to her chest.
She felt a thrill of excitement at the thought of turning him on. She bit her lip and looked up at him through her lashes, letting him see the desire in her eyes.
Without a word, Michael pulled Sarah into a dark alley, pressing her up against the wall. His mouth was on hers in an instant, his tongue exploring her mouth as his hands roamed over her body.
Sarah moaned as he cupped her breasts, his thumbs rubbing over her nipples through the thin fabric of her tank top. She could feel the heat of his desire, and she knew that she wanted him just as badly.
Michael’s fingers found the hem of her tank top, pulling it up and over her head. Sarah’s breasts were bared to him, her nipples hard and aching for his touch.
He dipped his head, taking one nipple into his mouth and sucking hard. Sarah cried out, her fingers tangling in his hair as she held him close.
As they kissed, Michael’s hand drifted down between Sarah’s legs. She was wearing a thin pair of shorts, and he could feel the heat of her pussy through the fabric.
He rubbed her through the fabric, his fingers moving in slow circles as Sarah moaned and writhed against him.
“Please,” she begged, her voice hoarse with desire. “I need you inside me.”
Michael didn’t need any more encouragement. He pulled Sarah’s shorts down, exposing her wet pussy to him.
He dropped to his knees, his tongue finding her clit and licking slow, lazy circles. Sarah moaned, her hips bucking as he teased her.
Finally, he stood up and pulled his pants down, his hard cock springing free. Sarah reached for it, stroking him slowly as he groaned with pleasure.
Michael grabbed her hips, pulling her close and guiding his cock inside her. Sarah gasped as he filled her, her pussy stretching to accommodate him.
He began to thrust, his hips moving in a slow, steady rhythm. Sarah moaned, her fingers digging into his shoulders as she met him thrust for thrust.
Their moans echoed through the alley, drowning out the sounds of the city. Sarah felt herself nearing the edge, her pussy clenching around Michael’s cock as she approached orgasm.
With a final thrust, Michael sent her over the edge. Sarah cried out, her pussy pulsing around him as she came hard.
Michael followed soon after, his cock twitching inside her as he filled her with his cum.
They stood there for a moment, catching their breath, before pulling their clothes back on and going their separate ways.
It had been a chance encounter on the street, but Sarah knew that she would never forget the passion they had shared.
