Summer rolled over the old house by the forest like a hot breath. Aneta had come only for the weekend — supposedly to help clean out the attic. Karel, the fifty-five-year-old neighbor, had known her since she was a child. Now she stood on the veranda in short shorts and a thin T-shirt that clung to her body. He sat in the armchair, sleeves of his shirt rolled up, looking at her differently than before.
“You’re all grown up,” he said quietly. He placed his palm on her thigh. His fingers slowly moved higher, under the edge of the fabric. Aneta didn’t move. She only looked into his eyes and felt something warm and unfamiliar tightening between her legs. Karel leaned closer. His breath smelled of coffee and tobacco. He kissed her firmly, like a man who knew what he wanted. His hand slipped under her T-shirt, found her breast, pinched the nipple. Aneta exhaled softly and opened her legs a little wider.
Karel knelt between her thighs. He pulled her shorts and panties down in one motion. His tongue touched her directly in the center, slowly, thoroughly. He licked, sucked, pushed his tongue inside while his large hands held her hips so she wouldn’t pull away. Aneta trembled, her fingers digging into his gray hair. She felt wetness running down her thighs. Karel licked her until her knees shook, and only when she started moaning out loud did he stand up.
His pants were already open. A thick, hard cock rubbed against her thigh. Aneta looked down at it touching her, then leaned forward herself and took it in her hand. It was hot and heavy. She rubbed the tip against her lips, tasted the salty drop, and slowly slid it into her mouth. Karel groaned and pushed deeper. Not violently — just firmly. Aneta tried to breathe through her nose while it stretched her cheeks and pressed all the way to the root. Saliva ran down her chin. He held her by the hair and moved slowly, watching her eyes as she took him in her mouth.
Then he lifted her, sat her on the wooden table and spread her legs. He pressed the tip against her wet entrance and slowly, centimeter by centimeter, sank into her. Aneta threw her head back and moaned softly. It was tight, painfully pleasant. Karel stopped only when he was all the way inside, and for a moment just stood there, feeling her pulsing around him. Then he started moving — deep, heavy thrusts. The table rattled under them. Aneta held onto his shoulders, her legs wrapped around his waist. Every impact pushed her higher. Karel leaned his head to her ear and whispered how tight she was, how much he wanted her, how long he had waited for this.
Outside it started to rain. Drops drummed on the veranda roof. Karel sped up inside her, his hand slid between their bodies and his fingers pressed her clit in the rhythm of his movements. Aneta felt something approaching that she had never experienced so strongly. She clenched around him, moaned loudly, couldn’t hold it. The orgasm rolled through her like a wave — her legs trembled, contractions pulsed around his cock until Karel had to stay still for a moment so he wouldn’t finish too.
But he didn’t stop. He pulled out of her, turned her onto the table face down, spread her legs and sank into her again from behind. This time deeper, harder. His hands held her hips, fingers digging into her skin. Aneta had her face pressed against the wood, moaning into the table, feeling him fill her almost to the point of pain. Karel leaned into her with his full weight, the thrusts long and slow, then fast again. One hand reached forward and found her clit once more, pressing and rubbing it while he moved inside her.
The rain grew stronger. Aneta felt another wave building. Karel pushed even deeper, groaned, and she knew he was close. But he stopped. He stayed inside her, deep, and whispered into her ear:
“Not yet. I want you like this for a long time.”
He slowly pulled out, sat her back on the table facing him and slid into her again. This time he lifted her, held her in his arms and stood. Aneta had her legs wrapped around him, arms around his neck. Karel lifted her and lowered her onto himself, every movement deep and heavy. His cock slid inside her, hitting places that made her cry out. The rain drummed, the air smelled of wet wood and their bodies.
Karel laid her back on the table, spread her legs even wider and began to move inside her slowly, almost brutally thoroughly. Every thrust was full, all the way to the bottom. Aneta looked into his eyes, saw the hunger in them that could no longer be hidden. His fingers found her clit again, pressed, rubbed, while he pushed deeper and deeper into her.
She felt her thighs trembling, another wave approaching. Karel leaned down, kissed her, his tongue entering her mouth as deeply as his cock between her legs. Aneta moaned into the kiss, clenched around him, and just when she felt she couldn’t hold it any longer—
Karel stopped again. He stayed inside her, completely, and looked into her eyes. The rain drummed on the roof. His voice was quiet but firm.
“We’re not finished yet.”