Thomas leaned against the bar, nursing his drink and wondering how a twenty-one-year-old student ended up at this upscale gallery opening. The crowd was older, sharper, and far more confident than his usual circle. Then she appeared—Sophia, thirty-two, with piercing eyes and a laugh that cut through the chatter like a blade. She approached without hesitation, her heels clicking like a challenge.
"You look lost, kid," Sophia said, sliding onto the stool beside him. "Or are you just pretending to study the art so you don't have to talk to anyone?" Her voice was low, teasing, and Thomas felt an immediate spark of interest mixed with nerves.
He grinned, recovering quickly. "Actually, I'm admiring the brushwork. And wondering why someone like you is wasting time on a guy who still has ramen in his fridge." Sophia raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. "Ramen? How quaint. I prefer something with more... substance. Tell me, Thomas, do you always flirt this awkwardly, or is it just my lucky night?"
Their banter flowed easily after that. Sophia matched every quip with one sharper, her hand brushing his arm as she leaned in. "You're horny for a challenge, aren't you? I can see it in your eyes. Most boys your age run when a woman knows what she wants." Thomas swallowed, feeling the heat rise. "And what do you want, Sophia?" She smiled wickedly. "Come find out. My place is upstairs."
The elevator ride was charged with tension. Sophia pressed close, her breath warm on his neck. "No games, Thomas. If you're not ready for a real woman, say so now." He pulled her in, kissing her fiercely. "I'm ready," he murmured. They tumbled into her apartment, clothes shedding as witty remarks gave way to gasps.
Sophia pushed him onto the bed, straddling him with confidence. "Look at that hard cock already straining for me," she said, gripping him firmly. Thomas groaned, hands on her ass as she stroked him. "You're dripping wet already," he countered. She laughed. "Damn right. Now shut up and enjoy this blowjob." She took him in her mouth, tongue working expertly while he panted, sweating under her touch.
She climbed atop him, guiding his cock into her pussy with a moan. "Fuck, you're thick," Sophia said, riding him hard. Thomas thrust up, meeting her rhythm. "Your pussy feels incredible—wet and tight." Their bodies moved together, her strong thighs gripping him as she controlled the pace, not submissive in the slightest. "Harder," she demanded. "Make me come."
Sweating and panting, they switched positions. Thomas entered her from behind, hands on her ass. "Yes, just like that," Sophia urged, pushing back. He reached around, fingers finding her clit. She came first, crying out, her pussy clenching around him. Thomas followed, groaning as he came deep inside, cum spilling as they collapsed together.
Afterward, Sophia traced his chest. "That was just the beginning, Thomas. I have plans for you that will make tonight seem tame." She kissed him slowly, eyes gleaming with promise. "Rest up—next time, we're inviting a friend."
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