The sun dipped below the horizon as Cathy pulled up to the lake house, her heart pounding with anticipation. She had been looking forward to this weekend getaway with her husband, Galen, for months. But when he came down with a fever and a hacking cough the night before, she knew the trip was off.
Cathy sighed as she stepped out of the car, her heels sinking into the soft earth. She couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. It wasn't often that she got a chance to escape the hustle and bustle of the city.
But as she approached the front door, her disappointment faded away. Standing before her was Rashad, the lake house's caretaker, shirtless and sweaty from a long day of work. She couldn't help but stare at his muscular physique, her eyes tracing the lines of his abs and the curve of his biceps.
"Cathy, welcome!" Rashad exclaimed, his voice a little too high-pitched. He quickly crossed his arms over his chest, trying to hide his excitement at being alone with her.
Cathy smiled politely, trying to ignore the fluttering in her chest. "Thanks, Rashad. It's good to be here."
Rashad made awkward small talk as he showed Cathy around the house, trying to hide his nerves. He had always had a crush on Cathy, with her sharp wit and fiery spirit. But he never thought he had a chance with her, not with Galen always around.
As they chatted, Cathy excused herself to make a call. She needed to let Galen know she had arrived safely. But when she heard Rashad laughing in the background, she couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy.
They settled in to watch the news, both of them feeling trapped by the lockdown but also a little thrilled by the unexpected situation. Rashad offered Cathy a drink, trying to loosen her up. She declined, reminding him she was a "prude."
Rashad playfully insulted Cathy, calling her "Miss Prim and Proper." She responded by calling him "Mr. Muscles." They bantered back and forth, their flirtatious dialogue sharp and witty.
As they searched the house for more alcohol, Cathy couldn't help but notice Rashad's lack of body hair. She had always been attracted to men with smooth skin, and Rashad fit the bill perfectly.
They found a hidden stash of wine in the basement, Rashad teasing Cathy about her "naughty side." They got drunk, confessing their desires. Cathy admitted she liked rough sex, Rashad admitted he had a big cock.
They played a game of truth or dare, daring each other to do increasingly sexual things. Rashad dared Cathy to take a cold shower with him. She agreed, but insisted on keeping her clothes on.
In the shower, Rashad washed Cathy's hair, massaging her scalp. She moaned in pleasure, letting her guard down. Rashad kissed her, and she responded eagerly. They stripped each other, their bodies pressed against each other.
Rashad lifted Cathy up, pinning her against the shower wall. She wrapped her legs around him, surrendering to his dominance. They had rough, passionate sex in the shower, both forgetting about the lockdown and their spouses.
As they lay in bed, their bodies entwined, Cathy couldn't help but feel a little guilty. But as Rashad whispered sweet nothings in her ear, she knew she couldn't resist him. They had entered a new world, a world of passion and desire. And she was ready to explore it with him.
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