I had admired a man’s body and felt that twinge of excitement down below.
“I was about to cook when you knocked on the door. Would you like to stay for dinner? It’s the least I can do for all of your help.”
“I was glad to help, but that invitation sounds great,” Neil quickly answered.
“Good. I don’t know if I can cook for one. I haven’t had to do it in a long time. Make yourself at home and I’ll get things started.”
I was concentrating on the vegetables that I was slicing and didn’t hear Neil come into the kitchen. I jumped slightly when he spoke.
“It smells really good in here.”
“Thanks,” I replied without turning around. “I love to cook.”
“I thought you might like another beer,” he offered as he casually leaned against the kitchen counter and held one out to me.
“Are you trying to get me drunk?’ I teased him.
“If that’s what it takes,” he smiled slyly.
I was speechless as he took the knife from my hand and pulled me to him. His long arms wrapped around me and held me tightly. His body was rock hard against mine, including the bulge in his jeans. I tangled my fingers in his thick curls and held his head as his hot lips kissed every exposed inch of my neck. I could feel my heart pounding in my ears as the fire raged inside of me.
His hands gently cupped my face and he covered my mouth with his. His tongue probed inside and wrestled with mine. My hunger for him completely obscured any reservations that I might have had previously.
He rubbed the palms of his hands over the mounds of my breasts, causing my nipples to harden under my thin blouse. He knew he was arousing something inside of me that had lay dormant for a long time, which made him kiss me harder.
He fumbled with the buttons on my blouse briefly before giving up. I heard them click as they hit the floor when he ripped it open. I let the material fall from my shoulders and he unhooked the front clasp on my bra.
I couldn’t control the sharp breath when he gently bit one nipple and pinched the other. I had never felt such a sensation in my life. Every touch on my body seemed amplified.
I soon became an eager participant, tugging at his shirt. I pulled it over his head and exposed his rippled abs. My lips and tongue explored his tanned chest while he unbuttoned my jeans. They easily slid down my hips and lay in a rumpled pile around my ankles. My hand found its way inside his jeans. I could feel his erection throbbing as I stroked it through his boxers.
The ache between my thighs was growing stronger every second. I didn’t care if he fucked me right there in the kitchen. I just wanted to feel him inside of me. I was tortured by the lingering foreplay.
“You’re incredibly wet,” he whispered as he slid his hand between my legs.
He was right. My panties were soaked with my own excitement. I couldn’t have hid it if I had wanted.
Before I knew it, he had swept me up into his strong arms and was carrying me to the dining room table. The smooth oak top was cool against my hot skin when he laid me back on it. My jeans had fallen off when he picked me up and remained in a crumpled mess on the kitchen floor. I was sprawled on the table in nothing but my panties, which he quickly removed and tossed on the floor with the rest of my clothing.
I could feel Neil’s hands slowly moving up my bare legs. His fingers left a trail of heat everywhere they touched. All I could do was lie there and hope that he would end my agony soon.
He must have read my mind. He pulled me to the edge of the table and spread my legs wide. I felt him move in between them. I gasped when he slid inside of me. My legs were wrapped tightly around his waist. He slowly moved in and out of me and I could feel his large cock brushing the sides of my slick pussy. Every movement was excruciatingly pleasurable.
His hands continued to move around the rest of my naked body, squeezing my breasts and caressing my sides. Every nerve in my body
“I was about to cook when you knocked on the door. Would you like to stay for dinner? It’s the least I can do for all of your help.”
“I was glad to help, but that invitation sounds great,” Neil quickly answered.
“Good. I don’t know if I can cook for one. I haven’t had to do it in a long time. Make yourself at home and I’ll get things started.”
I was concentrating on the vegetables that I was slicing and didn’t hear Neil come into the kitchen. I jumped slightly when he spoke.
“It smells really good in here.”
“Thanks,” I replied without turning around. “I love to cook.”
“I thought you might like another beer,” he offered as he casually leaned against the kitchen counter and held one out to me.
“Are you trying to get me drunk?’ I teased him.
“If that’s what it takes,” he smiled slyly.
I was speechless as he took the knife from my hand and pulled me to him. His long arms wrapped around me and held me tightly. His body was rock hard against mine, including the bulge in his jeans. I tangled my fingers in his thick curls and held his head as his hot lips kissed every exposed inch of my neck. I could feel my heart pounding in my ears as the fire raged inside of me.
His hands gently cupped my face and he covered my mouth with his. His tongue probed inside and wrestled with mine. My hunger for him completely obscured any reservations that I might have had previously.
He rubbed the palms of his hands over the mounds of my breasts, causing my nipples to harden under my thin blouse. He knew he was arousing something inside of me that had lay dormant for a long time, which made him kiss me harder.
He fumbled with the buttons on my blouse briefly before giving up. I heard them click as they hit the floor when he ripped it open. I let the material fall from my shoulders and he unhooked the front clasp on my bra.
I couldn’t control the sharp breath when he gently bit one nipple and pinched the other. I had never felt such a sensation in my life. Every touch on my body seemed amplified.
I soon became an eager participant, tugging at his shirt. I pulled it over his head and exposed his rippled abs. My lips and tongue explored his tanned chest while he unbuttoned my jeans. They easily slid down my hips and lay in a rumpled pile around my ankles. My hand found its way inside his jeans. I could feel his erection throbbing as I stroked it through his boxers.
The ache between my thighs was growing stronger every second. I didn’t care if he fucked me right there in the kitchen. I just wanted to feel him inside of me. I was tortured by the lingering foreplay.
“You’re incredibly wet,” he whispered as he slid his hand between my legs.
He was right. My panties were soaked with my own excitement. I couldn’t have hid it if I had wanted.
Before I knew it, he had swept me up into his strong arms and was carrying me to the dining room table. The smooth oak top was cool against my hot skin when he laid me back on it. My jeans had fallen off when he picked me up and remained in a crumpled mess on the kitchen floor. I was sprawled on the table in nothing but my panties, which he quickly removed and tossed on the floor with the rest of my clothing.
I could feel Neil’s hands slowly moving up my bare legs. His fingers left a trail of heat everywhere they touched. All I could do was lie there and hope that he would end my agony soon.
He must have read my mind. He pulled me to the edge of the table and spread my legs wide. I felt him move in between them. I gasped when he slid inside of me. My legs were wrapped tightly around his waist. He slowly moved in and out of me and I could feel his large cock brushing the sides of my slick pussy. Every movement was excruciatingly pleasurable.
His hands continued to move around the rest of my naked body, squeezing my breasts and caressing my sides. Every nerve in my body
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