Amelie was getting out of the pool when she heard the gate to the backyard open. The woman's anxious eyes turned to a hope that she didn't even know was there, after all, she was usually alone in that big house and when there was someone around it was usually to point out how fat, ugly she was or what she had done wrong. wrong too. Seeing {{user}}, her middle child's best friend, made her smile gently and her brown eyes took on a warm look as she approached

"{{user}}, honey, long time ago. How are you?" the sweet and soft voice echoed as she approached, using the towel to dry her hand. Barely realizing that the black swimsuit covering her body did nothing to hide it. Her huge breasts seemed heavier and more striking, her hardened nipples pushing against the thin fabric of her swimsuit. And the meaty pussy, {{user}} could see its outline perfectly well as Amelie came closer to greet him with a hug. "Come to see Leo? He went to the next town with Cole and the brothers, they owe more afternoon... or maybe tomorrow..."

Amelie continued, sadness appearing for a brief second on her face as she remembered how her husband and children had left her behind, again, while they went to have fun. The water running down her body, especially her wet hair, made the older woman's skin shine against the sun's rays on that sunny day.

Amelie blushed as she felt the compliment coming from him. "Oh, no... I'm still fat..." she muttered under her breath, glancing down to hide her obvious attraction and arousal towards him. Amelie looked up at him with those big, soft eyes, her innocent smile tugging at his heartstrings even more. "...thank you." She mumbled again, not quite believing the words that had just come out of her mouth.

The towel slipped from one shoulder as she reached for his arm, leading him over to a pair of poolside chairs. "Would you like something to drink? I can make some lemonade." She offered, feeling awkward yet excited at the same time by his presence. The wet swimsuit stuck to her body as she sat down, her heavy breasts almost spilling out from the tiny scraps of fabric holding them in place.

Sighing softly, she accepted his offer and thanked him again. As he sat down in the chair beside her, Amelie couldn't help but notice how close they were. She could feel the heat emanating from his body and wondered what it would be like to touch him... to feel his skin against hers. But of course, she pushed those thoughts aside as she made small talk about the weather and Leo's upcoming plans for college.

Her breasts jiggled slightly with each movement, tempting User#1736090315589 more and more. The nipples were already hard and sensitive from her constant arousal; they felt like pebbles beneath his gaze. She smiled up at him shyly, hoping he wasn't uncomfortable with her obvious body language, but knowing in the back of her mind that she probably should be more reserved.

Shaking her head, Amelie let out a soft chuckle. "No, they should be gone for most of the day. Leo didn't want to take me along since he thought I would slow them down..." She sighed, feeling a stab of sadness and rejection at his words. But she forced a smile back onto her face. "...How about you? Did you come alone?"

Her gaze flickered down to where his hand rested on the armrest between them before returning up to meet his eyes again. The swimsuit was doing little to hide anything; he could probably see every curve and detail of her body if he wanted to look closely enough. Amelie's heart raced at the thought, making it hard for her to focus on what she was saying or how much longer she should keep up this pretense of indifference toward him.

"Oh, you know... Cole is... busy with work." She smiled weakly, not wanting to admit how little attention he paid her anymore. "And the boys..." She trailed off, thinking about her oldest son and how much he hated her for being a woman. For being weaker than him in every way. It hurt to think about it but she forced herself to look back at User#1736090315589 with a small, apologetic smile. "It's been tough lately."

Her nipples hardened even more under his gaze as her body betrayed her, craving affection and attention from someone who didn't treat her like an object to be ridiculed or ignored. Amelie wanted nothing more than for him to take control, to make her feel wanted and desired... but she knew that was impossible. Not unless he asked for it, right?

Her chest rose and fell with each shallow breath as she looked up at him, her eyes pleading for understanding and sympathy. "It's... it's just been hard, you know? I feel like I can never do anything right. And my body..." Her voice trailed off, a faint blush staining her cheeks as she glanced downward again. "I don't even know how to talk about it without feeling embarrassed."

Her hand moved closer to his on the armrest, almost brushing against his skin before pulling back and resting on her lap instead. Amelie was so close to him now that she could feel his warmth, his masculinity... and it was driving her crazy. She wanted nothing more than for him to take charge and make her feel safe, wanted, loved... anything but what she felt now.

Her brown eyes darted around nervously as she listened to his words, her heart fluttering in her chest. Amelie couldn't believe that someone would think of her like that; it felt almost unreal. "I... I don't know..." she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. "It's just hard sometimes. With my husband and everything..."

Her hand moved again, closer to his this time, until their fingers were almost touching. Her breath caught in her throat as the connection between them grew stronger with each passing second. She wanted him to make her feel better; she needed it desperately. Amelie looked up at him with pleading eyes, wondering if he could see how much pain and loneliness she was hiding behind her soft smile and gentle demeanor.

"It's just... sometimes I wish..." She trailed off again, unable to finish the thought, afraid of what might happen if she let herself go down that path. Afraid that maybe if she admitted how much she wanted him, he would leave too, just like everyone else in her life had done. The weight of all those years of rejection and abandonment pressed down on her chest, making it hard to breathe.

Tears welled up in her eyes as she thought about all the ways Cole had hurt and rejected her over the years. How he'd never truly loved her, only seen her as a means to an end; someone to cook for him, clean for him, fuck when it was convenient. The thought of telling User#1736090315589 about all that pain made her stomach churn with nausea. But she wanted so badly for him to understand why she was the way she was... why she didn't deserve any better than this life of loneliness and rejection.

Taking a shaky breath, Amelie forced herself to speak. "He... he never loved me. He only married me because my family had money. And even then, it wasn't enough. He's always been with other women... he doesn't even want me anymore..." Her voice cracked as she tried not to break down completely in front of him.

Her eyes snapped to his face as she heard him speak and her heart skipped a beat at the way he phrased it. "But you do like me, right?" She asked hesitantly, hoping against hope that he meant what she thought he meant. Her body trembled with anticipation; she could feel herself growing wetter by the second as her desire for him overwhelmed any shred of propriety or self-control.

She leaned forward slightly, their faces only inches apart now. Amelie could see the desire and affection in his eyes, making it hard for her to breathe properly. Her nipples stood erect against the thin fabric of her swimsuit, begging for his touch, and she knew that if he didn't give it soon, she would climax right here on the chair beside him.

"You're beautiful," he whispered, his breath fanning across her cheek as he cupped her face gently in his hand. Amelie closed her eyes and sighed, letting out a shuddering breath as his thumb brushed over her bottom lip, her mouth opening at the sensation. The world around them melted away, leaving only their bodies, hearts racing in perfect syncopation as they edged closer to the moment she'd been dreaming of for years.

"I've wanted you since the first time I saw you," he confessed quietly, his voice husky with desire. "And now that we're finally here..." His words trailed off into a low groan as he leaned forward, claiming her lips in a hungry, possessive kiss that left her reeling and gasping for air. Her hands reached up to clutch at his shoulders, digging her nails into the soft flesh as she arched into him, desperate for more of this forbidden contact

Her body trembled with excitement as he spoke; her nipples tightened against his chest and she moaned into his kiss, eager for him to touch her in all the ways he described. Her hands roamed over his back, feeling the taut muscles beneath his shirt and wondering what else lay hidden underneath. As their tongues danced together, she pushed herself even closer against him, desperate for that intimate contact with every fiber of her being.

Finally breaking the kiss, they panted heavily as they looked into each other's eyes. Amelie saw in his gaze all the desire and need she felt burning inside her; it mirrored her own longing for him perfectly. Without another word, she reached down between them and pulled off his shirt, tossing it aside before running her hands up his chest and over his shoulders once more. His muscles flexed under her touch, making her heart race faster as her body responded to the dominance in his strength.

Their mouths met again, hungry for each other as their tongues tangled together in a dance of lust and possession. She moaned loudly into his mouth as he cupped her breast, squeezing gently before taking her nipple into his mouth and suckling hard, sending shockwaves of pleasure straight to her core. Amelie broke the kiss again, arching her back off the chair as she threw her head back, exposing the vulnerable column of her throat and waiting for him to claim it next.

"Please," she whispered brokenly, feeling herself growing wetter by the second at his touch. "Take me." Her voice trembled with need; desire coursed through every vein in her body like wildfire consuming everything in its path. She wanted him to make love to her; she needed

With shaking hands, she reached down to untie her bikini bottoms before pushing them and her panties down her legs in one swift movement. She sat there, naked from the waist down, her swollen pussy glistening with arousal as it lay exposed before him. Amelie shifted forward on the chair, her breasts swaying invitingly as she moved closer to his waiting hands.

"Take me," she whispered again, her voice a mix of need and desire that left no room for hesitation. Her fingers trembled as they reached between them to unbuckle his belt, freeing his impressive erection from his pants before helping him slide them down his hips. She gazed hungrily at the thick shaft in her hands, taking in every detail of its length and girth.

Slowly, she lowered herself onto his lap, feeling the hardness of him press against her slick folds. Her eyes closed tightly as she braced herself with one hand on the back of the chair and leaned forward to brush their noses together. "Make love to me," she whispered into his ear before taking his lower lip between her teeth, sucking gently.

His hands grasped her hips firmly, holding her steady as he pushed deeper inside her with each thrust of his hips. Amelie arched her back, moaning loudly as the sensation sent shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her body. She rocked against him, meeting his movements with equal fervor, their tongues dancing together in a delicious symphony of lust and passion.

As he gets onto his knees in front of her, Amelie looks at him with surprise and desire. Her chest heaves up and down as she tries to catch her breath. She parted her legs a little wider to give him better access and leans forward, offering her feet to him gently. "Do you really want that?" she asks between ragged breaths.

Her heart races faster in anticipation of the sensation his mouth around her feet would bring. It's strange, exciting and intimate all at once. She waits for him to reply before deciding whether or not she should push herself further with this request.

"O-Okay..." she breathes, taking a deep breath before pushing her feet hard against his chest, feeling the strength of him beneath her soles. As she does so, he releases a low groan and falls forward onto all fours, arching his back as she pushes even harder. Her breasts slide over his arms, nipples leaving wet trails on his skin, and Amelie can feel herself growing wetter from the sensation.

She grips the back of the chair tighter, using it for leverage to thrust against him harder as well. Their hips move in perfect sync, driving each other towards the brink of release. Her inner walls clench tightly around him with every movement, her body demanding more and more of his attention.

"Please..." she moans, barely able to get the word out before letting go with a hoarse cry as her orgasm crashes over her in waves. She throws her head back, arches her spine and clenches tight around him, milking every last drop of pleasure from their union. Her toes curl and relax rhythmically against his chest, urging him on even as she comes down from the peak.

Her chest heaved up and down as she gazed at him with desire and appreciation filling her eyes. "I... yes, I like it." Her voice trembled slightly, revealing the depth of emotion beneath her surface. With each passing moment, the connection between them grew stronger; it was almost palpable. She arched her back further into his hand, moaning softly at the sensation of being so thoroughly owned and possessed.

Her heart raced faster as she imagined what else he might do to her; what other ways he could exert control over their encounter. Her body ached for more of his touch, his domination. "Please," she breathed out huskily, meeting his gaze with a mix of plea and challenge that sent shivers down her spine.

Her breath came out in quick gasps as he spoke, her mind reeling at the thought of having him take control even further. She shut her eyes tightly, trying to keep herself grounded in the moment as her fingers dug into the armrest of the chair. No, her husband had never done anything like this to her; it was unthinkable. And yet, somehow with this stranger... she found herself wanting more. Wanting him to push her limits even further.

As he continued to stroke her sensitive flesh through her wet swimsuit bottom, Amelie moaned softly and arched into his touch even more. Her nipples grew hard and achy from the attention, her body craving release in a way that only this man could provide. "I like it," she managed to say between ragged breaths. "Pushing my feet... into your mouth."

Her hips moved restlessly against his hand, demanding more contact as need built inside her with every passing second. The thought of having him truly dominate her in this way was intoxicating; liberating in a way she'd never experienced before.

As soon as he speaks these words, a shiver of anticipation runs down her spine. She hesitates for just a moment before slowly climbing onto her knees in front of him, presenting herself fully at his mercy. Her breath comes fast and shallow as she looks up at his face, searching for some sign of what he wants from her next.

Her hands tremble slightly as they hover near his hips, unsure whether to touch or wait. Her heart pounds in her chest and she can feel the heat rising to her cheeks again, flushing her skin with shame and desire at this new level of intimacy. Amelie waits for him to make the first move, to guide her through this unfamiliar terrain.