In a quiet neighborhood, there lived a tall and muscular man named Derek. At 35, he was a successful tattoo artist with a thriving business, but he led a solitary life. One day, a young woman named Lily moved into the house next door. She was a 22-year-old college student, with a radiant smile, and a captivating aura. Derek couldn’t help but notice her the moment she arrived.
One afternoon, while Derek was cooking in his kitchen, he saw Lily struggling to assemble a bookshelf through her kitchen window. Feeling neighborly, he decided to lend a hand. As they worked together, an undeniable chemistry sparked between them.
“Thanks for your help, Derek,” Lily said, her cheeks flushed. “I couldn’t have done it without you.”
Derek, feeling the tension, replied, “It was my pleasure, Lily. I’m happy to help.”
Their eyes locked for a moment, and Derek, feeling bold, leaned in and kissed her. Lily responded, her body melting into his. Their connection was electric, and they knew they wanted more.
Without a word, Derek took Lily’s hand and led her to his kitchen table. He gently pushed her against it, their bodies pressed close. His hands explored her curves, while hers tugged at his shirt, pulling it over his head.
Lily’s lips found Derek’s neck, her tongue tracing a path down to his collarbone. She nibbled gently, her hands running through his hair. Derek’s fingers found the hem of her shirt, pulling it up and over her head, revealing her perky breasts encased in a lacy bra.
He cupped her breasts, his thumbs brushing over her nipples. Lily gasped, her body arching into his touch. Derek, eager to explore more, unclasped her bra, freeing her breasts. He took one in his mouth, his tongue swirling around her nipple. Lily moaned, her fingers tangling in his hair.
Derek’s hand traveled down her body, slipping under her shorts. He found her wet and ready for him. He teased her clit, making her moan louder. Lily’s hands found his pants, undoing them and freeing his hard cock.
Derek, unable to wait any longer, lifted Lily onto the kitchen table. He spread her legs wide, his cock poised at her entrance. He looked into her eyes, asking for permission. Lily nodded, her eyes filled with desire.
Derek entered her slowly, filling her completely. They moved together, their bodies in sync. Lily’s moans filled the room, mingling with the sound of their bodies coming together.
Derek, feeling himself close to the edge, increased his pace. Lily met him thrust for thrust, her nails digging into his back. With one final thrust, Derek came, filling her with his warmth. Lily followed, her body shuddering with pleasure.
Breathless, they collapsed onto the table, their bodies spent. Derek looked at Lily, his heart filled with a warmth he hadn’t felt in a long time. Lily looked back, a satisfied smile on her face.
“Welcome to the neighborhood, Lily,” Derek said, his voice husky.
Lily laughed, her hand reaching for his. “Best welcome ever.”
And so, their passionate affair began, filled with ink, passion, and kitchen table trysts.
