I, Caroline, had been trapped in a loveless marriage for far too long. But now, with my divorce finalized, I was ready to embrace my newfound freedom. I met up with a few close friends for drinks at our favorite restaurant, a cozy little spot tucked away from the hustle and bustle of the city. As I sipped on my martini, I couldn’t help but notice the young, handsome man sitting across the room, his eyes locked on me. Matt, a 25-year-old bachelor, was the epitome of youthful virility, and I felt a surge of desire coursing through my veins.
I excused myself to the restroom to freshen up, my heart pounding in anticipation. The ladies’ room was empty when I entered, and I took a moment to admire my reflection. I was still in my prime, my curves accentuated by my little black dress, my eyes sparkling with mischief. I could feel the heat between my legs, aching for release.
As I touched up my lipstick, the bathroom door swung open, revealing Matt’s familiar face. His eyes were filled with unbridled lust, and I couldn’t help but smirk at him. Without a word, he closed the distance between us, his hands gripping my waist and lifting me onto the cold porcelain sink.
“I’ve been watching you all night,” he growled, his voice low and husky. “I can’t resist you any longer.”
I gasped as he roughly pulled my dress up, exposing my lace-clad pussy. He wasted no time, his fingers quickly tearing the delicate fabric aside, revealing my wet, aching cunt. I moaned as he plunged two fingers inside me, his thumb finding my clit and rubbing it in slow, torturous circles.
“You’re so fucking wet,” he groaned, his eyes never leaving mine. “I need to taste you.”
Before I could protest, he dropped to his knees, his tongue replacing his fingers, lapping at my juices. I gripped the edge of the sink, my knuckles turning white as I tried to hold back my cries of pleasure. His tongue darted in and out of my pussy, fucking me as his thumb continued its relentless assault on my clit.
I couldn’t take it anymore. “Fuck me, Matt,” I begged, my voice barely above a whisper. “I need your cock inside me.”
He stood up, his lips glistening with my arousal, and unzipped his pants. His cock sprang free, long and thick, and I licked my lips in anticipation. He grabbed my hips, pulling me to the edge of the sink, and with one swift thrust, buried himself inside me.
I gasped, my pussy stretching to accommodate his girth. He didn’t waste any time, his hips pumping furiously as he fucked me hard and fast. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper inside me, my nails digging into his back as I urged him on.
“Yes, Matt,” I moaned, my voice echoing off the bathroom walls. “Fuck me harder.”
He growled, his pace increasing, his cock slamming into me with bruising force. I could feel my orgasm building, my pussy clenching around his dick as I rode the waves of pleasure. He reached between us, his fingers finding my clit once more, and with a few expert strokes, sent me over the edge.
I screamed as I came, my pussy convulsing around his cock, my body shaking with the force of my orgasm. He groaned, his cock swelling inside me as he found his own release, filling me with his hot, sticky cum.
We stayed there for a moment, our bodies slick with sweat and cum, our breaths mingling as we came down from our high. Matt gently pulled out of me, his cock still semi-hard, and helped me down from the sink. We quickly cleaned ourselves up, stealing a few more passionate kisses before we left the bathroom, our secret safe between us.
As we rejoined our friends, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of satisfaction. I was free, and I intended to make the most of it. Matt and I exchanged a knowing glance, our secret shared between us, and I knew that this was just the beginning of my new life.
I, Caroline, had been trapped in a loveless marriage for far too long. But now, with my divorce finalized, I was ready to embrace my newfound freedom. I met up with a few close friends for drinks at our favorite restaurant, a cozy little spot tucked away from the hustle and bustle of the city. As I sipped on my martini, I couldn’t help but notice the young, handsome man sitting across the room, his eyes locked on me. Matt, a 25-year-old bachelor, was the epitome of youthful virility, and I felt a surge of desire coursing through my veins.
I excused myself to the restroom to freshen up, my heart pounding in anticipation. The ladies’ room was empty when I entered, and I took a moment to admire my reflection. I was still in my prime, my curves accentuated by my little black dress, my eyes sparkling with mischief. I could feel the heat between my legs, aching for release.
As I touched up my lipstick, the bathroom door swung open, revealing Matt’s familiar face. His eyes were filled with unbridled lust, and I couldn’t help but smirk at him. Without a word, he closed the distance between us, his hands gripping my waist and lifting me onto the cold porcelain sink.
“I’ve been watching you all night,” he growled, his voice low and husky. “I can’t resist you any longer.”
I gasped as he roughly pulled my dress up, exposing my lace-clad pussy. He wasted no time, his fingers quickly tearing the delicate fabric aside, revealing my wet, aching cunt. I moaned as he plunged two fingers inside me, his thumb finding my clit and rubbing it in slow, torturous circles.
“You’re so fucking wet,” he groaned, his eyes never leaving mine. “I need to taste you.”
Before I could protest, he dropped to his knees, his tongue replacing his fingers, lapping at my juices. I gripped the edge of the sink, my knuckles turning white as I tried to hold back my cries of pleasure. His tongue darted in and out of my pussy, fucking me as his thumb continued its relentless assault on my clit.
I couldn’t take it anymore. “Fuck me, Matt,” I begged, my voice barely above a whisper. “I need your cock inside me.”
He stood up, his lips glistening with my arousal, and unzipped his pants. His cock sprang free, long and thick, and I licked my lips in anticipation. He grabbed my hips, pulling me to the edge of the sink, and with one swift thrust, buried himself inside me.
I gasped, my pussy stretching to accommodate his girth. He didn’t waste any time, his hips pumping furiously as he fucked me hard and fast. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper inside me, my nails digging into his back as I urged him on.
“Yes, Matt,” I moaned, my voice echoing off the bathroom walls. “Fuck me harder.”
He growled, his pace increasing, his cock slamming into me with bruising force. I could feel my orgasm building, my pussy clenching around his dick as I rode the waves of pleasure. He reached between us, his fingers finding my clit once more, and with a few expert strokes, sent me over the edge.
I screamed as I came, my pussy convulsing around his cock, my body shaking with the force of my orgasm. He groaned, his cock swelling inside me as he found his own release, filling me with his hot, sticky cum.
We stayed there for a moment, our bodies slick with sweat and cum, our breaths mingling as we came down from our high. Matt gently pulled out of me, his cock still semi-hard, and helped me down from the sink. We quickly cleaned ourselves up, stealing a few more passionate kisses before we left the bathroom, our secret safe between us.
As we rejoined our friends, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of satisfaction. I was free, and I intended to make the most of it. Matt and I exchanged a knowing glance, our secret shared between us, and I knew that this was just the beginning of my new life.
