My apartment. Sunday afternoon. Dorothée steps in, radiant, free. Broke up with Julie after that disastrous dinner. She’s crashing with a friend. We talk. Laugh. Tension builds. Her eyes sparkle. Heart pounds. She reads my thoughts. Knows I’m thrilled she’s single. Turns to the window. Her ass sways in tight jeans. That perfect curve. The one that hooked me on her bike. Sliding down the saddle. Fantasized my cock replacing it. Now it’s real. Bare. No bike. I join her. Embrace. Lips crash. Soft. Hungry. Hands on her ass. Firm. Round. Mine. She gasps. First man-kiss. Shocks her. Pulses race. Skin heats. She undresses me. Fingers tremble. Explores chest. Nipples harden. Dives into pants. Grips cock. Eyes wide. Curious. Innocent. Pants drop. Slip last. Bedroom. She kneels. Heart hammers. Mine. Hers. Urgency surges.
She strips me fully. Hands on thighs. Cock throbs. She peels foreskin. ‘Gonna fuck me with this?’ Voice husky. Fear mixes lust. I kneel. Jeans off. Panties gone. Ass naked. Worship it. Kiss. Lick. Devour cheeks. Tongue dives. She moans. Shocked. Wet. Top off. Breasts perfect. Nipples erect. Bed. She mounts me. Kisses deep. Hands roam. Fingers probe pussy. Soaked. Clit swells. She grips cock. Guides. We burn.
The Fever
On back. Legs spread. Missionary. Cock at entrance. Slow push. Tight. Hot. Velvet grips. She sighs. Eyes lock. Fear fades. Thrusts build. Deep. Rhythm quickens. Heart slams chest. Sweat beads. She flips me. Cowgirl. Mirror shows it. Ass bounces. Swallows cock. Like the saddle. But real. Flesh slaps. Pussy milks. Urgency peaks. No control. She rides hard. Fucks me. Possesses.
Orgasm hits. Cum floods her. Hot spurts. She contracts. Squeezes every drop. Collapses. Skin slick. Breaths ragged. Hearts sync. Slow. She whispers, ‘Your cum’s hot. Cock still twitches. Love this first time.’ Kiss lingers. Bodies glow. Aftershocks ripple. She’s ruined for women. I’m hooked forever. Bike stolen outside. Ironic. Found better ride. Her.