Summertime Loving

With her legs spread wide, her perfectly pinked pussy lay exposed under the warm light filtering through the room. She brought her fingers to her lips, licking them slowly, savoring the anticipation before letting them drift down to gently rub her clitoris.

"I'm unusually sensitive today," she thought, marveling at the electric pleasure that seemed to flow through every nerve with the slightest touch.

Vivienne continued to tease herself, using her fingers with practiced skill, each circular motion around her clit adding another layer to her excitement.

Her body felt flushed, a warm glow spreading across her skin as the pleasure built, heightened by the tingling warmth within her core.

She reached for the dildo, her gaze lingering on it with eager anticipation, before bringing it to her mouth. Sensually, she slid her lips around it, tasting the smooth surface as her tongue glided over it. Simultaneously, her other hand drifted back to her wetness, her fingers slipping in and out, each movement feeding her arousal, making her breath catch in her throat.

"Ah… Ahh~" she moaned, the sound slipping out softly as the waves of bliss rolled over her, her body arching slightly as she surrendered to the feeling.

In a pause, she withdrew her fingers, slowly bringing them to her lips, savoring the taste as she licked them clean. She treated the dildo with the same care, tasting the faintly sweet residue of her arousal.

Her fingers then guided it back down, caressing the soft, sensitive folds of her entrance, teasing herself with feather-light strokes along the outer lips before she began to ease it inside, letting the slow, stretching sensation make her nibble on her lower lip.

As the toy pushed deeper, she felt the pleasure intensify, a warm, slick wetness helping it slide easily inside, deeper than she'd ever dared. She felt a rush of heat at the thought, a thrill of something indulgent and forbidden.

Vivienne set a slow rhythm, angling the dildo just right so that each thrust pressed the textured surface against her most sensitive spots. The sensation grew, her body responding with an intensity that made her eyes flutter shut, a soft trickle of saliva escaping her lips as her breathing deepened, her expression lost in pleasure.

"Yes…" she gasped in a deep, shuddering breath. The soundproofed room absorbed her cries as she let herself go, her hips bucking with each thrust as her moans grew louder, uninhibited.

Her climax built quickly, her entire body growing sensitive as the tension inside her reached a peak. Suddenly, she felt her inner muscles tighten, and with a sharp, breathless cry, her love juices rushed out, flowing in warm streams over her desk. She trembled as the pleasure left her sensitive and tingling, her legs weak and her body reluctant to move, knowing the slightest touch might spark her arousal all over again.

"That hit the spot," she thought with a hazy, satisfied smile.

....

Travis made his way home, heading upstairs to his room when he passed Jenny's room and heard something peculiar.

"Yes, Daddy, fuck me hard," came her voice, followed by soft, breathy moans. Travis froze, stunned by what he was hearing.

He glanced at her door, noticing it was closed. It sounded as if her moans were coming from right behind it.

"She's probably just watching porn," he thought, shaking his head as he continued to his room, trying to ignore the sounds that lingered in his mind.

Once inside, Travis changed, preparing to meet Eve and her family—a significant step in their relationship, but one he knew was important. He was also looking forward to seeing Grace and Odette, two women he considered among one of the most attractive in town. The thought brought a hint of anticipation as he buttoned his shirt and adjusted his hair.

When he went downstairs, he noticed Jenny's door still shut, her muffled sounds continuing. He ignored it, heading to the kitchen and grabbing an apple from the fridge. As he turned around, he found Yumi standing there, her eyes fixed on him.

"What's up?" he asked casually, biting into the apple.

"Oh, nothing," she replied, folding her arms as she stepped closer. "Just wondering why you've been ignoring me."

Travis raised an eyebrow. "For real? I was at school, Yumi. Hard to ignore you when I'm not even home. But whatever," he shrugged, flashing a grin. "Let's watch a movie later tonight, okay?"

Her expression softened in surprise, catching her off guard. She blinked, as though she hadn't expected his easy-going response.

"Sure," she murmured, nodding, trying to process the sudden shift in his attitude, the pace of their relationship leaving her a bit dazed. But Travis was already headed out the door, giving her a quick wave.

Left alone in the kitchen, Yumi frowned thoughtfully. "Guess that's what happens when you date someone younger than you," she mused. "Wait… shouldn't I be the one showing him the ropes?"

Travis walked out and made his way toward the tattoo parlor where Eve lived, the crisp night air brushing against his skin, cooling him down. He breathed it in, letting the chill settle over him—a sensation he loved almost as much as the pleasures of the bedroom. The street was quiet, lit by the faint glow of streetlights casting shadows along the cracked sidewalks, giving his walk an almost cinematic feel.

When he arrived, he paused outside the shop, taking in the building's faded neon sign flickering above the door. A warm light glowed through the windows, casting a welcoming contrast against the cool night. He considered his options, a slight smirk tugging at his lips.

"I guess I should go through the shop first," he mused to himself. "Just like in my dream…"

He took a deep breath, steadying himself before pulling open the door. The faint scent of ink and antiseptic greeted him as he stepped inside, mingling with a hint of incense lingering in the air. Immediately, his gaze landed on Grace, casually perched on a chair near the counter, her legs crossed as she absently swiped through her phone. Her dark hair fell loosely over one shoulder, and the dim light cast soft shadows on her face, highlighting her sharp features.

Travis couldn't help but appreciate the sight—her calm, sultry presence only added to the thrill of the moment.

"Time to charm them with my good looks," he thought, running a hand through his hair and flashing a self-assured smile. He adjusted his posture, casually strolling up to the counter, hoping to catch her attention.

Grace glanced up, her eyes meeting his with a mixture of curiosity and mild surprise.

"Hey there," he greeted smoothly, letting his voice carry just the right amount of warmth and confidence. "Didn't mean to interrupt your night."

She raised an eyebrow, tucking her phone into her pocket as her lips curved in a slight, teasing smile. "Well, consider me interrupted. Looking for someone… or just here for the thrill?"

Travis chuckled, leaning one arm casually on the counter. "Maybe a little bit of both," he replied, keeping his tone light, but his gaze steady. "But mostly looking for Eve."

TO BE CONTINUED