A Surprise From A Friend

So, I was feeling pretty chill post-divorce, just hanging out and enjoying my single life. No rush to jump into a new relationship or anything like that. One day, old college friend Sarah calls up out of the blue, saying she’s in town for work and wants to meet up. We catch up over drinks at this cozy little bar downtown, trading stories about how life has been since we graduated. Out of nowhere, Sarah leans across the table with a mischievous grin on her face. “Hey,” she whispers, eyes twinkling, “how would you feel about taking it to another level tonight?” I laugh and give her an intrigued look, raising an eyebrow. “As in...?” She winks playfully before dragging me to this ultra-private boutique hotel right next door. The moment we’re behind closed doors, Sarah wastes no time getting down to business. She’s all hands-on, running her fingers through my hair and pulling me into a deep kiss that sends sparks flying straight between my legs. I’m already so wet for her, grinding against her hand as she slides it up under my dress, fingers slipping inside me without any preamble. Soon we’re on the bed, Sarah straddling me while I lie back, admiring the view of her moving above me. Every inch of skin exposed is slick with sweat and desire, breasts bouncing and hips swaying hypnotically. She’s teasingly slow at first but picks up speed as she feels my arousal increase under her, fingers curling just right to hit all the spots I didn’t even know I had. Before long we’re both panting, bodies trembling in that glorious, shared buildup of tension and anticipation. Sarah pulls off a condom from her bag and positions herself at my entrance, giving me one last lingering kiss before driving home inside me with a single powerful thrust, eliciting a gasp and an intense moan from me. We move as one unit now, skin slapping wetly against skin in the dark room lit only by the glow of city lights seeping through the curtains.