Up close and personal: Lunch with Sophie - part 2.

She showed up right on time. Sophie stepped into the store wearing a short dress that hugged her big ass, blonde hair catching the light like she wanted the whole place to notice. We picked out pasta, tuna, and fresh lemons together, her fingers brushing mine over the produce. Back at my place she wandered through every room, taking it in slowly. Once the fruit juice was gone we split the work—boiling water, chopping, stirring—until the tuna penne smelled rich and ready. We carried the plates outside to the porch and ate under the sun, her tanned legs stretched out, that dress riding higher with every shift in her chair. When the plates were clear she stood and leaned over the railing to feel the warmth on her face. The fabric pulled tight across her ass and stayed there. I moved in close, hands sliding over her hips, and she pressed back without a word. In seconds the dress was up, panties down, and I was inside her right there in the open air. Her blonde hair spilled over the railing as I fucked her, deep and steady, while the sun hit our skin. She came with a soft cry, tightening around me until I finished right after, still holding her hips as the breeze moved between us.