It was a hot summer night in the city, and I was walking home from the bar, a little drunk and feeling lonely. As I turned the corner onto my street, I saw her – a brunette goddess with perfect boobs and a body that could make any man’s head spin. She was standing under a streetlight, wearing nothing but a tiny black dress that left little to the imagination.
I approached her, my heart pounding in my chest. “Hey, are you okay?” I asked, trying to play it cool.
She turned to me, a wicked smile on her face. “I’m better now,” she said, her voice sultry and seductive.
I couldn’t believe my luck. Here she was, offering herself to me on a silver platter. I took a deep breath, steeling myself for what was to come.
We went back to my apartment, and I poured us each a glass of wine. I could feel the tension between us, building with every passing moment. I knew what she wanted, and I was more than happy to give it to her.
We started with some small talk, but it wasn’t long before our hands started to wander. I reached out and touched her cheek, and she leaned into me, her lips meeting mine in a passionate kiss. Our tongues danced together, and I could feel my cock growing hard in my pants.
I reached down and started to caress her perfect boobs, feeling their weight in my hands. She moaned with pleasure, and I could feel her nipples hardening under my touch. I leaned down and took one in my mouth, sucking and nibbling on it gently.
She gasped with pleasure, her hands reaching down to grip my cock through my pants. I groaned, my hips bucking involuntarily. I wanted her so badly, I could hardly stand it.
I pulled off her dress, revealing her naked body in all its glory. She was even more beautiful than I had imagined, with curves in all the right places. I couldn’t wait any longer. I had to have her.
