Claire stood in front of the full-length mirror in her sunny San Diego bedroom, the late-morning light pouring through the sheer curtains and bathing her skin in a warm, golden glow. At 34, her body was a masterpiece of soft curves and toned perfection. She had full, heavy breasts that strained against the lacy red bra she’d chosen just for today, nipples already pebbled and dark pink against the delicate fabric. Her waist dipped in elegantly before flaring into wide, voluptuous hips and a round, firm ass that jiggled just right when she walked. Long, tanned legs from endless beach runs ended in perfectly pedicured feet. Her dark hair cascaded in loose waves down her back, framing a face with full lips, high cheekbones, and emerald eyes that sparkled with a mix of excitement and forbidden hunger.
It was Valentine’s Day, and her husband, Mark, had left at dawn for a ‘critical’ work trip to Los Angeles. No flowers and no card. Just a quick peck on the cheek and a promise to ‘make it up’ when he got back in a couple of days. Claire sighed, her fingers tracing the edge of her thong, the thin red lace barely covering her smooth, shaved pussy. She felt a familiar ache between her thighs—a deep, throbbing need that Mark hadn’t satisfied in months. Their sex life had become routine, quick, and utterly forgettable.
Her phone buzzed on the dresser. A text from Alex, the handsome neighbor next door. They’d been flirting innocently for weeks—casual chats over the fence and lingering glances when they’d bump into each other at the community pool. Alex was 38, divorced, with a body sculpted from years of surfing San Diego’s waves. He had broad shoulders, rippling abs, powerful arms corded with muscle, and legs like tree trunks. His dark hair was always tousled, his blue eyes piercing, and that smile… God, that smile made her pussy clench every time.
Happy Valentine’s Day, beautiful. I saw Mark leaving early. Are you alright? If you are lonely, come have a cup of coffee on my patio.
Claire’s heart raced. She bit her lip, staring at the message. This was wrong, but the thought of spending the day alone, ignored again, made her stomach twist. She typed back quickly.
Coffee sounds perfect. Give me 10 minutes.
She slipped into a sundress—short, flirty, and red to match her lingerie underneath. No bra now; her heavy tits bounced freely as she walked, nipples poking against the thin fabric. A quick spritz of perfume, and she was out the door. The warm breeze brushed against her skin as she crossed the shared driveway to Alex’s house.
Alex opened the door before she could knock, his eyes devouring her instantly. He was shirtless, wearing only loose swim trunks that hung low on his hips, revealing the deep V of his pelvis and a trail of dark hair leading down to what promised to be an impressive bulge. His chest was broad and chiseled, dusted with just the right amount of hair, nipples hard from the morning air.
“Claire,” he said, voice low and husky, pulling her into a hug that lingered far too long. His strong arms wrapped around her waist, and his bare chest pressed against her breasts. She felt his hardness twitch against her belly through the thin fabric. “You look incredible, and your dress… it’s driving me crazy already.”
She melted into him, inhaling his clean, salty scent—ocean and man.
“Thank you, Alex. Happy Valentine’s to you too. You don’t look so bad yourself.”
He led her to the patio overlooking the ocean, with the sound of waves crashing below. Coffee was already poured, but none of them touched it. They sat close on the lounge chair, thighs touching, the sexual tension thick in the air.
“I’ve been thinking about you,” Alex admitted, his hand resting on her knee, thumb stroking gently upward, inching toward the hem of her dress. “All night. Wondering if Mark knows what he’s missing. A woman like you deserves to be worshipped.”
Claire’s breath hitched, her thighs parting slightly on instinct.
“He doesn’t, not really,” she sighed, her eyes dropping to his lap, where his cock was visibly thickening, straining against his trunks. “And you… you’ve been on my mind too, Alex. More than I should admit.”
Alex leaned in, his lips brushing her ear, hot breath sending shivers down her spine.
“Then let me show you what you’ve been missing, baby,” he whispered. “Let me make this Valentine’s one you’ll never forget.”
“I want it,” she whispered back, turning to capture his mouth. “I want you, darling.”
Their lips met in a slow, hungry kiss. It was soft at first, tongues teasing, exploring, and then deeper, more urgent—wet, desperate, and full of pent-up need. Claire moaned into his mouth as his hands roamed her body, cupping her full tits, thumbs circling her hard nipples through the dress, pinching just hard enough to make her gasp.
“God, your tits are perfect,” he growled against her lips, pulling the straps down her shoulders with deliberate slowness. The dress pooled at her waist, exposing her bare breasts—round, heavy, with dark areolas begging for attention. He broke the kiss to stare, eyes dark with lust. “Look at these beauties. So full, so fucking gorgeous.”
He latched onto one nipple, sucking hard, tongue flicking relentlessly while his hand pinched and rolled the other.
“Alex… oh fuck, that feels so good, darling,” Claire gasped, her fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer. “Don’t stop… bite it a little.”
He obliged, grazing his teeth gently over the sensitive peak, making her arch and cry out.
“Like that, honey?” he asked.
She nodded.
“You taste so sweet.”
He switched sides and lavished her breasts with wet, sloppy kisses, leaving them glistening with his saliva, which was marked with faint red spots from his eager lips.
His hand slid under her dress, finding her drenched thong.
“You’re so wet already. This pussy needs attention, doesn’t it? Tell me how bad you need it.”
“Yes,” she whimpered, spreading her legs wider, the ocean breeze cooling her heated skin. “Touch me, baby. Please. I’ve been aching for this.”
His fingers pushed the lace aside, sliding through her slick folds. Her pussy was smooth, puffy lips swollen with arousal, and clit throbbing under his touch. He circled it slowly, teasingly, then dipped two fingers inside her tight, hot cunt, groaning at the way she clenched.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” Alex groaned, pumping in and out slowly at first, building speed. “Mark hasn’t been taking care of this sweet pussy, has he? It’s gripping my fingers like it’s starving.”
Claire shook her head, riding his hand shamelessly, hips rolling.
“No… it’s been so long. Harder, darling. Make me cum. I need to cum so bad.”
“Tell me who this pussy belongs to today,” he demanded, voice rough as he added a third finger, curling them to hit her G-spot while his thumb rubbed her clit in firm circles.
“You, it’s yours today, Alex!” she cried. “Oh God, right there!”
Claire’s hips bucked wildly, her tits bouncing as she chased her orgasm. It hit her hard—waves of pleasure crashing through her, her pussy clenching around his fingers, juices squirting onto his hand and the lounge chair.
“Oh God, Alex! I’m cumming! Yes, yes, fuck!” she cried, body shaking, toes curling.
He didn’t stop, fingering her through it, drawing out every aftershock until she collapsed against him, panting.
“That’s my good girl,” he murmured, licking his fingers clean. “You taste like heaven, sweetie.”
Then he stood, dropping his trunks. His cock sprang free—thick, veiny, at least nine inches long, with a fat head already leaking precum. Heavy balls hung below, full and ready, twitching with need.
Claire stared, licking her lips hungrily.
“It’s so big. I need it in my mouth first.”
“On your knees,” he commanded softly, voice thick with desire.
She dropped eagerly and wrapped her soft hand around his shaft. It throbbed in her grip, hot and hard like steel wrapped in velvet. She slowly stroked him, admiring every vein, then leaned in, tongue swirling around the head, tasting his salty cum.
“Mmm, you taste so good.”
“Fuck,” he groaned as she took him deeper, lips stretching around his girth, sucking hungrily. “Your mouth feels amazing. Suck that dick. Take it all, and show me how much you want it.”
She did, bobbing her head, gagging slightly as he hit the back of her throat, but pushing further, eyes watering with effort. Saliva dripped down his shaft, coating his balls. She cupped them, massaging gently while deep-throating him. Her throat convulsed around his cock, humming vibrations that made him curse.
“Goddamn, you’re gonna make me cum too soon if you keep that up,” he warned, his hand gently guiding her head. “But don’t stop… fuck, just like that.”
After minutes of a sloppy, passionate blowjob—her cheeks hollowed, lips glossy with spit—he pulled her up gently.
“I need to fuck you now, darling. Right here, where anyone could hear us. You want that risk?”
“Yes,” she breathed. “Fuck me, Alex.”
He bent her over the lounge chair, flipping her dress up to expose her ass—round, juicy cheeks begging to be spread. He peeled her thong down slowly, admiring her dripping pussy and tight little asshole, giving it a light kiss that made her shiver.
“Look at this perfect cunt,” he murmured, slapping her ass lightly, watching it jiggle. “So pink and wet for me. Beg for it, baby.”
“Fuck me, Alex. Please, baby. Fill me up with that big cock,” she pleaded, pushing back.
He rubbed his cockhead along her slit, teasing her entrance, and coating himself in her juices. Then he thrust in slowly, inch by thick inch, stretching her tight pussy until she was impossibly full, walls gripping him like a vice.
“Oh fuck, you’re huge!” she moaned, gripping the chair. “It feels so good. So much better than… oh God.”
He bottomed out, balls deep, pausing to let her adjust.
“Better than what, honey? Say it.”
“Better than anything,” she gasped.
“You should say it feels better than your husband,” he smirked.
Claire didn’t say anything.
Alex started pumping—slow, deep strokes at first, building rhythm, each one dragging against her sensitive walls. His hands gripped her hips, pulling her back onto his dick with each thrust, the sound of skin slapping echoing over the waves.
“Take it; take every inch of this meat. This pussy was made for me.”
“Yes! Harder, darling! Fuck me like you mean it!” She did, moaning loudly, pushing back to meet him.
He fucked her harder and faster. The patio was echoing with wet slaps. Her tits were swinging wildly beneath her. He reached around, rubbing her clit in tight circles, making her pussy gush around him.
“I’m gonna cum again,” she gasped, voice breaking. “Don’t stop! I’m so close!”
“Cum on my dick, baby,” he urged, pounding relentlessly, sweat dripping down his chiseled abs. “Let me feel that tight cunt squeeze me.”
Her second orgasm ripped through her. Her pussy spasmed wildly, milking his cock as she screamed his name. Alex growled, pulling out just in time to shoot thick ropes of cum across her ass and back—hot, sticky loads painting her skin, dripping down her thighs.
They collapsed together on the lounge chair, panting, bodies slick.
“That was… incredible,” Claire whispered, turning to kiss him softly.
“We’re just getting started, babe,” Alex replied with a wicked grin. “The day is young.”
After catching their breath, Alex carried her inside to his king-sized bed, the ocean view forgotten in their haze of lust. He laid her down gently, kissing every inch of her body—her neck, her tits, her belly, down to her thighs—leaving a trail of goosebumps.
“I want to taste you properly now,” he whispered, spreading her legs wide, inhaling her scent. “Look at this pretty pussy. It’s still dripping for me.”
Her pussy was still glistening from her orgasms, lips puffy and red, and clit peeking out. He dove in, tongue lapping at her folds slowly, savoring every drop.
“You taste so fucking sweet, Claire,” Alex said, looking at her. “I could eat this cunt all day.”
Claire writhed, hands gripping the sheets.
“Yes, eat my pussy! Oh God, your tongue is magic. Deeper… please.”
Alex fucked her with his tongue, plunging in and out, then added fingers, curling them deep while sucking her clit hard, flicking it rapidly.
“Cum for me again,” he murmured against her. “Flood my mouth.”
She came twice more on his face—once grinding against his tongue, the second when he hummed vibrations directly on her clit—flooding his mouth with her sweet juices, thighs clamping around his head.
“Fuck, Alex! I’m cumming again! Drink it all, baby!” she screamed the second time, her body convulsing.
By early afternoon, they were insatiable. Alex flipped her onto her stomach, ass in the air. “I need this pussy again, honey. Look at that ass… perfect for grabbing.”
He slid back in from behind, doggy style, his cock hitting deeper than before, nudging her cervix with each thrust. Her ass cheeks rippled with each powerful thrust, his balls slapping her clit rhythmically.
“Fuck me harder!” she begged, pushing back. “Pound my cunt! Make it yours!”
“You are mine today,” he growled, gripping her hair, pulling her head back as he railed her. “Say it.”
“I’m yours, darling! All yours! Oh God, you’re so deep… I can feel you in my stomach.”
The bed creaked under them, the headboard banging the wall. Sweat slicked their bodies—his muscled chest glistening, and her curves jiggling enticingly. He reached under, pinching her nipples, twisting them just right.
“Yes! Twist them harder!” she cried. Another orgasm built fast, crashing over her as he filled her pussy with his hot cum this time—no pulling out. Thick spurts coated her walls, overflowing, leaking out around his cock as he kept thrusting through it, prolonging her pleasure.
“Fuck, take my cum,” he groaned. “Fill that sweet pussy up.”
They napped briefly, tangled in sheets, his semi-hard dick still inside her, plugging his seed. When they woke in the late afternoon, the sun dipping lower, Claire straddled him, eyes gleaming with renewed hunger.
“Now it’s my turn to ride you,” she purred, sinking down slowly on his renewed erection.
“Look at you,” he murmured, hands on her hips as she ground down, circling slowly at first. Her tits bounced hypnotically, her pussy swallowing his full length inch by inch.
She leaned forward, feeding him a nipple.
“Suck them while I fuck you,” she commanded. “Bite them like before.”
He obliged, mouth latched on, teeth grazing as she rode harder, and her clit grinding against his pubic bone.
“You’re so deep like this,” she moaned. “I love feeling you throb inside me.”
“Ride me faster,” he urged, slapping her ass lightly. “Make that pussy cream on my dick.”
They came together. Her pussy clenched rhythmically as his cock pulsed cum deep inside her again, mixing with his previous loads.
As evening approached, they moved to the shower—steamy, tiled, with a bench perfect for more. Water cascaded over their bodies, washing away sweat but not desire.
Alex sat on the bench, pulling her onto his lap in reverse cowgirl.
“Ride me again. Milk my dick with that tight cunt. Show me how much you love this cock.”
She did, bouncing furiously, water splashing everywhere, her ass slapping against his thighs. His fingers found her asshole again, rubbing gently in circles, then pressing in a knuckle.
“Oh fuck, yes!” she cried, pushing back. “Finger my ass while I cum! It feels so dirty… so good.”
“You’re so responsive,” he praised, adding another finger, stretching her gently as she slammed down. “Maybe next time I’ll fuck this tight little hole too.”
The thought sent her over—her orgasm explosive, squirting around his cock, mixing with the shower water. He followed, pumping her full once more, groaning her name.
After drying off slowly—kissing, touching, whispering dirty promises—they ordered takeout, eating naked on the couch, feeding each other bites between heated kisses.
“You’ve ruined me for anyone else today,” Claire confessed, straddling his lap again as night fell, his cock hardening beneath her.
“Good,” Alex replied, guiding her down onto him one final time, slow and intimate missionary on the couch. “Because I want you cumming on this dick until you can’t think straight.”
He thrust up gently at first, then deeper, her legs wrapped around him, nails digging into his back.
“Fuck me slow, darling,” she whispered. “Make it last.”
They moved together languidly, building to a shattering shared climax—her pussy fluttering, his cum spilling deep as they clung to each other.
Finally, as night fell over, they lay exhausted on his couch. Her head rested on his chest. Cum leaked from her well-fucked pussy, and her body was marked with love bites and handprints. She was utterly spent and satisfied.
“Will you be my Valentine?” Alex whispered, kissing her forehead tenderly.
Claire smiled, guilt flickering but drowned out by satisfaction.
“Yes, darling. Every year.”
