Rachel nervously fidgeted with the hem of her dress as she stepped into Michael's apartment, her eyes darting around the room. She had been anticipating this moment for weeks, and now that it was finally here, she couldn't help but feel a little intimidated.
Michael greeted her with a smirk, his eyes taking in every inch of her outfit. "You look good enough to eat," he said, his voice dripping with suggestion.
Rachel rolled her eyes, playfully insulting him. "And you look like you've been eating too many donuts."
Michael laughed, pouring them each a drink. "I'll have you know, I've been hitting the gym."
Rachel raised an eyebrow, skeptical. "Sure you have. I can barely see your abs through that beer belly."
Michael chuckled, sitting down next to Rachel on the couch. "You're just jealous because you can't handle my body."
Rachel scoffed, taking a sip of her drink. "Please, I could take you down any day of the week."
Michael grinned, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Is that a challenge?"
Rachel's heart raced, realizing what she'd gotten herself into. "I-I didn't mean it like that."
Michael leaned in closer, his breath hot on Rachel's neck. "Oh, but I think you did."
Rachel's body tingled with anticipation, her breath hitching as Michael's hand landed on her thigh. She had never masturbated in front of anyone before, but she knew she had no choice.
Michael's fingers trailed up Rachel's leg, stopping just short of her pussy. "Now, Rachel," he began, his voice thick with anticipation.
Rachel's hand trembled as it moved down to her throbbing pussy. She had never masturbated in front of anyone before, but she knew she had no choice.
Michael leaned back, watching Rachel intently as she slowly inserted her middle finger.
"Fuck yourself," he instructed, his voice low and commanding. Rachel's eyes widened, but she obeyed, her hand moving in a rhythm that grew more frantic with each passing second.
Michael's own hand now stroked his erection through his pants, his eyes never leaving Rachel's.
Rachel felt a strange sense of power knowing that she could bring him pleasure too.
With a final, desperate thrust of her finger, she came, her body shaking with the intensity of her climax.
Michael followed soon after, groaning as he spilled into his pants.
Rachel and Michael sat in silence for a moment, both panting heavily.
Rachel broke the silence, playfully insulting Michael. "Well, that was...interesting."
Michael laughed, agreeing with Rachel. "Definitely not what I expected."
Rachel stood up, straightening her clothes. "I think I'm going to head out."
Michael nodded, walking Rachel to the door. "Until next time, Rachel."
Rachel smiled, turning to leave. "We'll see about that."
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