Peter's heart raced as he heard the knock on his apartment door. He wasn't expecting anyone, and the peephole revealed a surprise that made his gym shorts tighten with anticipation. Amy stood there, a woman whose confidence was as alluring as her curves. At 46, she had the kind of body that was the subject of his most vivid fantasies, with breasts that seemed to defy gravity, full and inviting.
He opened the door, his smile genuine and his eyes immediately drawn to the trench coat she wore, cinched at the waist, hinting at the treasures beneath. "Amy, this is a surprise," he said, his voice a mix of surprise and desire.
She stepped inside without a word, her heels clicking against the hardwood floor. The energy between them was palpable, a current of raw lust that neither could deny. Amy turned to face him, her eyes dark with intent as she untied the belt of her coat. It slipped from her shoulders, pooling at her feet, revealing the bustier that molded to her body like a second skin. Her breasts spilled over the top, her nipples straining against the fabric, begging to be touched.
Peter's breath hitched in his throat. The sight of her, so bold and unashamed, sent a jolt of arousal straight to his cock, which was now painfully hard and straining against his shorts. "Fuck, Amy," he murmured, his gaze devouring her.
She moved closer, her hips swaying with each step. "I wanted to give you a private showing," she purred, her fingers trailing down his chest to the waistband of his shorts. "No rules, no customers, just us."
The mention of customers reminded him of the lingerie shop where they'd met, where she'd helped him pick out gifts that he'd imagined her wearing. But here, now, she was the gift, and he was eager to unwrap her.
Amy pushed him back onto the couch, her body following his until she straddled him. She rolled her hips, grinding against the bulge in his shorts, her eyes locked on his. "I want to make you lose it, Peter," she whispered, her voice thick with desire. "I want to feel that big cock of yours inside me."
His hands found her waist, then slid up her sides, his thumbs brushing the underside of her breasts. The straps of her bustier had slipped, and he took the opportunity to pull them down, freeing her breasts. Her nipples were large, the areolas dark and tempting. He leaned forward, capturing one in his mouth, sucking and flicking it with his tongue.
Amy moaned, her fingers threading through his hair, holding him close. "Yes, Peter, just like that," she breathed, her voice a sultry whisper that fanned the flames of his desire.
He switched to her other breast, his hand kneading the one he'd just abandoned. Her skin was soft, her reactions eager and uninhibited. He could feel the heat of her pussy through the thin fabric of his shorts, and he knew she was as turned on as he was.
Peter's hands roamed lower, gripping her ass and pulling her even closer. The friction between them was exquisite, a tease of what was to come. Amy's breathing was ragged, her movements becoming more frenzied as she chased her release.
Suddenly, she pulled back, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "I think it's time you got more comfortable," she said, her fingers deftly tugging at the drawstring of his shorts.
He lifted his hips, allowing her to pull them down along with his boxer briefs. His cock sprang free, hard and throbbing, pre-cum glistening at the tip. Amy's eyes widened slightly, a look of appreciation and hunger crossing her face. "My god, Peter," she said, her voice filled with awe. "You're even bigger than I imagined."
She wrapped her hand around his shaft, her grip firm as she began to stroke him. Peter's head fell back against the couch, a groan escaping his lips. Her touch was electric, each stroke sending waves of pleasure coursing through his body.
Amy leaned down, her tongue darting out to lick the bead of pre-cum from his tip. The sensation was incredible, and Peter couldn't help but buck his hips, seeking more of her mouth. She obliged, taking him in inch by inch, her lips stretched around his girth.
Peter watched, entranced, as Amy bobbed her head, her cheeks hollowing with the effort. Her hand twisted around the base of his cock, working in tandem with her mouth. The sight of his dick disappearing between her lips was almost too much to bear.
"Fuck, Amy, your mouth feels so good," he ground out, his hand fisting in her hair. She hummed in response, the vibrations nearly sending him over the edge.
But he wasn't ready to finish yet. He wanted to feel her tight pussy around his cock, to drive into her with the same wild abandon she'd shown him. With a strength he didn't know he possessed, Peter pulled Amy off his dick and onto his lap. Her breasts pressed against his chest, her eyes dark with need.
"I need to be inside you," he growled, his hands gripping her hips.
Amy reached between them, positioning the head of his cock at her entrance. She was wet, soaked with desire, and he slid in easily, both of them gasping as their bodies joined. She was tight, tighter than he'd ever felt, and the sensation of her walls clamping around him was exquisite torture.
Slowly, Amy began to move, rising and falling on his cock with deliberate, maddening slowness. Peter's hands roamed her body, cupping her breasts, pinching her nipples, tracing the lines of her bustier. He could feel the tension building inside him, a coil of pleasure that threatened to snap at any moment.
"Harder, Peter," Amy moaned, her nails digging into his shoulders. "Fuck me harder."
He was only too happy to oblige. With a thrust of his hips, he drove into her, setting a punishing rhythm that had her crying out with each stroke. The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the room, a symphony of sex and desire.
Amy's breasts bounced with each thrust, her nipples brushing against his chest. Peter could feel the orgasm building, a fire that started in his toes and spread through his body like wildfire. He reached between them, finding her clit with his thumb, rubbing circles around the sensitive bundle of nerves.
Amy's response was immediate. She threw her head back, her body tensing as she reached the peak of her pleasure. "I'm coming, Peter, oh god, I'm coming!" she screamed, her pussy clenching around his cock as waves of her orgasm milked him.
The sensation of her tightening around him was too much. With a final, deep thrust, Peter let go, his cock pulsing as he filled her with his release. The world around him faded to a blur of pleasure and satisfaction, the only clear thing the feeling of Amy, soft and sated, in his arms.
They lay there for a moment, catching their breath, their bodies still intimately connected. Finally, Amy lifted her head, a wicked smile playing on her lips. "I think we should make this a regular thing," she said, her voice husky with satisfaction.
Peter chuckled, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "I think that can be arranged," he replied, already looking forward to their next encounter.
As they untangled themselves and began to dress, Peter couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation for what the future held. With Amy, he knew that every meeting would be an adventure, every touch an exploration of uncharted pleasure.
And as he closed the door behind her, a mischievous idea began to form. Next time, he would be the one to surprise her, to show her just how creative he could be. After all, turnabout was fair play, and he was more than ready to take their games to the next level.