The mature woman, her eyes locked on his, circled him slowly as she undid his belt and lowered his pants. He stood tall, yet vulnerable, as she reached between his legs and gently tugged at his arousal. Their hands entwined as she guided him towards the kitchen table. Beads of sweat hinted at the passion that was about to unfold. With each step closer, the tension thickened. Finally, she let go of his hand and sat at the table, her legs spread invitingly. Getting onto the table, he knelt before her, his heart racing. She reached down to unfasten his briefs, her fingers brushing against his erection. He leaned in, his lips grazing her inner thigh as he removed his last piece of clothing. Their bodies were no longer separated by fabric or words as he buried himself deep within her moist heat. Her hands explored every inch of him, seeking a deeper connection.
