I have always had a crush on you, the older married man next door. I am home for the summer and look for opportunities to find you alone so I can flirt with you. I manipulate you into coming over one night when I have the house to myself. I pour you a scotch and have some sexy jazz music playing in the background. I am wearing a cute little summer dress. We engage in a great conversation about a ton of different topics. You think that I am smart, sweet, and sexy. I love that you are sophisticated, handsome and attentive. You hang on my every word.
The sexual tension is really starting to build. You say that it is getting late and you should get going. I ask you to stay. I tell you that I need to show you something. You agree to stay. I tell you that I will back in a couple of minutes, to pour yourself another drink, and I need to run upstairs for a moment.
I walk back into the living room of my parent’s house, wearing very black lingerie. You are nervous, but not surprised. You like what I have on for you. We grab some pillows and we end up on the floor. Passionate kisses, slow sensual touching as we explore each other’s bodies, peeling off your clothing, tasting each other everywhere, no part of our bodies are off limits to each other, becoming so wet and you so hard. Finally, with you on top of me, you enter into me and you feel so good. You are an amazing lover. Perfect Lover! I let out the most incredible moan when your cock fills me. We kiss and caress each other as you pump into me right there on my living room floor. We have a night of erotic fun the we will never forget.
