Monday morning came and John got himself washed and dressed. He told Hillary that he was going to work, she grunted, rolled over and wrapped herself up in the duvet.
Sasha woke up at nine a.m. She showered, dressed and had breakfast in anticipation of John's arrival. She had put on a short denim skirt, a tight black t-shirt and fishnet tights. She wanted to impress John, she wanted him to ravish her body, she wanted to bask in the sexual energy that had built up between them.
John pulled onto Sasha's driveway. He checked himself in the rear view mirror, ran his hand through his hair and got out. He walked to the door, each step getting more and more excited, and more nervous. He didn't understand the nerves, he had been cheating on Hillary for months now and, not since the first time with Rachel, he hadn't felt anything other than pleasure from the experiences. When he got to the door he hesitated before pressing the door bell. His hand hovered over it for thirty seconds, it felt like an age to him. Finally John plucked up the courage to press the button, and then he waited.
Sasha looked up from her book as she heard the doorbell. She put her book down on the coffee table, stood up, brushed herself down and breathed a heavy sigh. This is it, she thought. A million thoughts went through her head — will he want me, what if i'm no good, what if, what if... She put the thoughts to the back of her mind and walked to the door. "Hi, come in" she said as she opened the door.
"Thanks, you look amazing."
Sasha led John into the kitchen. "Would you like a drink?"
"Please, tea?"
"Sure." Sasha switched the kettle on. John walked up behind her and put his arms around her, Sasha flinched slightly and then turned to face him. "I'm so nervous."
"Don't worry, we'll take things at your speed."
Sasha put her head against John's chest and put her arms around him. They stood there until the kettle had boiled. As Sasha began to release her grip, John kissed her on the top of the head. Sasha looked up at him, he was smiling at her. She went in to kiss him on the lips. John reciprocated. Their lips locked and the softness of the kiss soon began to increase in intensity as the passion between them rose. John picked Sasha up and she wrapped her legs around his waist, her skirt riding up. John broke the kiss and moved his head down to kiss her neck, Sasha put her head back, she was breathing loudly, sighing as John's mouth worked around her neck and chin. John reached his arms down and gripped Sasha's arse, Sasha leant back and John began to kiss and bite at her breasts through her t-shirt. "I want you so bad," she panted.
"I want you too." John said as he put Sasha down. He dropped to his knees, ran his hands up her legs. Once he reached the crotch of her tights, he ripped them open. He put his mouth against her pussy through her tiny knickers. Sasha reached down and put her hands on his head, rubbing away as he continued to lick her. John pulled the knickers down and put his tongue against her clit, his hands massaging her arse.
"Fuck me," Sasha panted, "fuck me now."
John stood up, Sasha opend the fly on his jeans, pulled his cock out, rubbed it a few times and then bent over. John took his cock in his hand and pushed it against Sasha's cunt. He slid inside, reached around her with one hand working her clit and one on playing with her breasts, tweaking, pulling and rubbing her nippled. He thrust in and out of her, she panted loudly, he said some oh gods, "Harder, harder," she shouted, "fuck me with your big cock."