It was a warm summer evening and I was sitting on my front porch, enjoying a cold beer after a long day at work. That's when I saw her – Mrs. Johnson, my neighbor, walking down the street. She was wearing a tight sundress that hugged her curves in all the right places. I couldn't help but stare as she made her way to her house next door.
I had always been attracted to Mrs. Johnson. She was a hot MILF, with long brown hair, a toned body, and a seductive smile. She was married, but her husband was always away on business trips, leaving her alone for weeks at a time. I had often fantasized about what it would be like to have her all to myself.
As I was lost in my thoughts, I heard a knock on my door. It was Mrs. Johnson, looking as stunning as ever. She told me that her air conditioning was broken and asked if she could come over and cool off for a bit. I eagerly invited her in, trying to hide my excitement.
We sat in my living room, chatting and drinking wine. As the night went on, the conversation became more and more flirtatious. I could feel the sexual tension building between us, and I knew that something was about to happen.
Without warning, Mrs. Johnson leaned in and kissed me, her soft lips pressing against mine. I was surprised, but also turned on beyond belief. We continued to make out, our hands exploring each other's bodies.
She whispered in my ear, “I've been wanting to do this for a long time.”
We made our way to my bedroom, where Mrs. Johnson took charge. She undressed me slowly, running her hands over my chest and down to my waist. I could feel myself getting harder by the second.
Mrs. Johnson took me in her mouth, her tongue swirling around the head of my cock. It was pure ecstasy. I had never felt anything like it before. She knew exactly what she was doing, and I was putty in her hands.
After she had me at full attention, Mrs. Johnson climbed on top of me and rode me like a pro. Her body was so hot, so tight, and so perfect. I could feel her getting wetter and wetter as she bounced up and down on my dick.
We fucked for what seemed like hours, switching positions and exploring each other's bodies. Mrs. Johnson was insatiable, and I was more than happy to keep up with her.
As the night drew to a close, we lay in each other's arms, sweaty and exhausted but completely satisfied. Mrs. Johnson looked up at me with a smile and said, “I think we're going to have to do this again sometime.”
