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The sun was just setting over the lake, casting a warm golden glow across the tranquil waters. John sat on a bench, watching the boats drift by, when his attention was caught by a stunning brunette walking along the shore. Her long, wavy hair cascaded down her back, and her curves were accentuated by a tight sundress that hugged her figure. He couldn’t take his eyes off her.

As if sensing his gaze, the woman turned and their eyes met. A smile curved her lips and she approached him with confidence. “Hi there, I’m Isabella,” she purred.

“I’m John,” he replied, standing up and introducing himself. Isabella glided her hand down his arm, her touch electric. “I couldn’t help but notice you from across the lake. You’re even more beautiful up close.”

She giggled coyly and leaned in close, her breath tickling his ear. “Why don’t you show me around your city? I’m feeling adventurous tonight.”

John felt his pulse quicken at her sultry tone. He knew he was in for an exciting evening. They started walking along the promenade, heads close together, as Isabella playfully flirted. Her hand brushed against his as they strolled, establishing a tantalizing intimacy. John couldn’t believe his luck, being noticed by such a fetching, bold woman.

As they passed a quaint Italian restaurant, Isabella suddenly took his hand and led him inside. “I think we deserve a celebratory glass of wine after running into each other,” she said coyly. They took a seat in a quiet corner now, Isabella crossing her legs, giving John a clear view up her dress. The red fabric was stretched across her full thighs and he found himself staring. Isabella saw his gaze and intentionally shifted to flash a glimpse of red lace.

They sipped their wine, conversation flowing as naturally as flirtatious banter. Isabella’s hand found his thigh under the table, rubbing slowly. John could feel himself getting aroused. After finishing their drinks, Isabella stood abruptly. “My place is nearby – why don’t we continue our get-to-know-you session in private?” she asked huskily.

In a daze, John let her lead him out of the restaurant and down the street. The sexual tension crackled between them. They arrived at her apartment and Isabella quickly shut and locked the door, turning to him with desire literally written across her face. “I want you,” she breathed, closing the distance between them.

Their lips met in a passionate kiss full of need and longing. John’s hands roamed her body as Isabella arched against him with a moan. He slid the straps of her dress off her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor to reveal the red lace lingerie underneath. Dusky nipples strained against the thin fabric of her bra. “God, you’re gorgeous,” John said fiercely before scooping her up and carrying her to the bedroom.

There, he laid her out across the silken sheets and began kissing every inch of her skin, peppering her collarbone with heated presses of his lips. Isabella wiggled out of her panties, now spread out completely nude and flushed with arousal. Her fingers moved to palm his hardening cock through his pants.

With a growl, John discarded his shirt and shimmied out of his jeans, fully revealing his impressive erection. Isabella licked her lips hungrily as she took in the sight. Sliding down on the bed, she grasped his thick shaft and stroked, feeling it twitch in her hand. Her lips wrapped around the head and she began sucking, her tongue swirling around him.

John buried his fingers in her hair, groaning at the delicious suction of her mouth around him. Isabella continued bobbing her head, slurping noises filling the room. She hollowed her cheeks and inhaled him deeper, taking him to the back of her throat. John’s head tossed back as sensation overwhelmed him. “Fuck, baby, your mouth feels amazing,” he panted.

After bringing John right to the brink, Isabella pulled back with a wet pop. She pushed him onto his back and straddled his hips, grinding her dripping sex along his rigid shaft. “I need you inside me right now,” she whimpered. Rising up on her knees, Isabella grasped his throbbing cock and slowly lowered herself onto it, enveloping him in wet heat. She let out a throaty moan as she began riding him.

John gripped her hips for leverage, thrusting up to meet her downward motions. “God, you’re so tight,” he grunted. Isabella angled her hips and his thick head dragged against her swollen clit, making them both cry out. She rode him hard and fast, tits bouncing, a sheen of sweat coating her body. The erotic sight made John wild.

Grabbing her ass, he flipped them over on the bed, settling between her open thighs. He hilted himself inside her and began pumping hard, slamming into her over and over. Isabella wailed beneath him, fingers scrabbling at his back. He could feel her fluttering around him as she got close.

“Come for me, baby,” John demanded, fingers finding her sensitive clit. He rubbed fast circles and Isabella came undone, convulsing around him with a scream. John lost himself in her orgasmic walls clenching around him and followed her into ecstasy, emptying himself inside her. They collapsed together, chests heaving.

Afterward, Isabella cuddled against him with a satisfied purr. “That was incredible,” she murmured. “You were perfect.”

John winked at her. “Anytime you need me, I’m your man, baby. This was just the beginning of our adventure together…”

They sank into a sweet, satiated coma, lost in the moment and each other’s embrace, dreaming of the naughty escapades that lay ahead.