We’re at Anne’s apartment, grinding out this joint article. Late evening. Her phone buzzes. It’s her fiancé from Europe, canceling the weekend. Voice sharp in that foreign tongue. She’s furious. Missed him twice already. Slams the receiver down, fuming on the edge of the couch.
I sit there, heart pounding. ‘Anything I can do?’ I ask. She locks eyes. ‘Yes. Love.’ Boom. Off comes her blouse. Skirt drops. Bra unclasps. Those perfect tits I’d jerked off to for years spill free. Hesitates a beat, then yanks panties down. Dark bush, glistening already. I’m frozen, cock twitching hard.
The Awakening
‘You gonna do something, or do I look stupid naked here?’ she snaps. No fucking way I’m missing this. Grab her hand, lead her to the bedroom. Strip fast. My dick’s rock solid. She flops on the bed, legs spread wide, pussy exposed. I dive in, kissing her soft skin, sucking those nipples. Down to her slit—wet as hell. Tongue her clit, she moans deep.
‘Fuck me,’ she growls. I ram in. Tight, soaking. She cums instantly, walls clenching, no holding back. Years of blue balls for me. Pump steady, fighting the urge. Her photo of him stares from the nightstand. That taboo spike? Killer. Worry flashes—no pill? Baby fever talk before. But her pussy milks me. I explode, flooding her deep with hot spurts.
Panting on pillows, I kiss her neck, grope those tits. She spills: fiancé’s away too much, career first. Fingers herself in the bath, but craves cock weekly. ‘Pretty 30-something needs more than once a month.’ We cuddle, hands roaming. She’s ready again; I’m not. ‘Finish the article first.’ She heads to shower, my cum dripping down thighs. I join. Soapy touches, her pill box reassures—pops one. ‘Useful for once.’ Back to work, blouse open, tits on display. Her hand sneaks to my crotch, stroking through pants till I’m throbbing.
The Act
Article done. Clothes fly. She sighs, ‘If I don’t do it all…’ Sucks me expert—PhD mouth magic. Hard as steel. Grabs my cock, mounts reverse cowgirl. Rides slow, grinding deep. I watch her ass bounce, squeeze those swinging tits. Minutes of heaven. ‘Tired,’ she gasps. Flips to doggy. Pussy grips perfect. She screams orgasm. I unload again, safe now, balls empty inside her.
Crash together, sleep deep. Morning wood wakes me. Roll on her. Legs part slyly. Slide in slow, gentle thrusts. Eyes open, she smiles wicked. Speed up, pound till I cum once more, filling her sloppy hole. Curtains wide—sun bathes her naked glow.
‘I love sex,’ she whispers, kissing hungry. Strict suits hid this slut. Now secret lovers. She stays with him. I fuck her raw before his visits, cum stuffed deep. Imagine him sliding into my load. Pure forbidden rush.