Chris pulled into the gravel drive of the secluded cottage, his heart racing at the thought of spending the next day alone with Louise. Dave had texted that morning confirming he'd arrive the following afternoon, leaving Chris and his best friend's wife to settle in together. At 5'4" with that killer blonde hair, Louise had always been the object of his secret crush, her pointy nipples occasionally betraying her through thin tops during past gatherings. Dave had drunkenly confessed years ago that she was an awesome fuck who loved cock, a detail that haunted Chris's fantasies.
He unpacked quickly, discreetly positioning a few small cameras in the living area and hallway—nothing too obvious, just enough to capture moments he had longed to see. Louise arrived shortly after, her ass swaying in tight jeans as she carried bags inside. "Chris, you beat me here! Ready for some peace before Dave shows up and hogs all the fun?" she teased, flashing a sharp smile. Her tits pressed against her tank top, nipples already hinting at attention in the cool air.
"Wouldn't miss it," Chris replied, matching her wit. "Though I hear you two turn any place into a party. Dave always brags about your... enthusiasm." Louise laughed, not missing a beat. "Enthusiasm? That's one way to put it. He loves telling tales, but let's see if you can keep up with the conversation without blushing." They bantered over unpacking, her strong presence filling the room as she directed where things went, her blonde hair catching the light.
As evening fell, tension simmered during dinner on the porch. "You know, Chris, I've noticed the way you look at me sometimes," Louise said, leaning forward, her eyes sparkling with challenge. "It's flattering, but I'm no damsel. If we're going to be alone, let's make it interesting—tell me what Dave really said about me." Chris grinned, the witty exchange heating up. "He said you're an awesome fuck who loves cock. Hard to forget that." She smirked, not submissive in the least. "Good. Because I don't do shy. You up for proving you're not all talk?"
The air thickened as they moved inside. Louise stood close, her body radiating heat. "Feel that? I'm already getting horny just from this chat," she whispered, pressing against him. Chris's cock hardened instantly at her boldness. She reached down, gripping him through his pants. "Eight inches? Dave mentioned that too. Let's see if it lives up to the hype." Their dialogue turned explicit and sharp, trading barbs about desires while hands explored, her tits firm under his touch, nipples pointing erect.
Clothes shed in a rush, Louise pushed him to the couch, straddling with confidence. "No holding back," she commanded, her blonde hairy pussy already wet and dripping as she ground against his hard cock. Chris entered her, both panting as she rode him, her ass bouncing, tits swaying. "Fuck, your pussy feels incredible," he groaned. She laughed breathlessly, "Told you I love cock—now make me come." They switched positions, him thrusting deep while she directed, sweating bodies slapping together.
The climax hit hard: Louise came first, her walls clenching as Chris followed, filling her with cum amid mutual panting. She collapsed beside him, smirking. "Not bad for round one. But we've got all night and tomorrow before Dave arrives." They lay there, the hidden cameras forgotten in the afterglow, her strong hand tracing his chest.
What secrets would the next hours reveal, and how far would their stolen time push them?
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