I stood by the window, my eyes locked onto the object of my secret desire—Diego. The sun shone brightly, casting a warm glow on his tanned skin as he skillfully maneuvered the lawnmower across my front yard. I couldn’t help but admire his every move, my heart fluttering with anticipation.

I had always found Diego, my landscaper, incredibly attractive. He was a few years older than me, a handsome Latino man with dark, seductive eyes and a charming smile. His muscular body glistened with sweat as he worked, the tight shirt clinging to his broad chest and arms, leaving little to the imagination. I knew it was inappropriate, but I couldn’t stop myself from fantasizing about him.

On this particular day, the heat was sweltering, and I could see the beads of sweat rolling down his face. His dark hair, usually neatly combed, was now sticking to his forehead, and I felt a sudden urge to offer him some relief. I watched as he paused to wipe his brow, his hands resting on his hips, and I made up my mind.

As Diego pushed the mower towards the side of the house, I quickly made my way downstairs, my heart racing with excitement. I opened the front door, the screen door creaking slightly, and stepped out onto the porch.

“Diego!” I called out, my voice slightly trembling. He looked up, his eyes meeting mine, and a look of surprise crossed his handsome face. “Hey, Jane,” he said, his deep voice sending a shiver down my spine. “Is everything okay?”

I took a step forward, feeling a bit bolder. “Actually, I was wondering if you’d like to come in for a moment. It’s really hot out here, and I thought you might appreciate a cold drink and maybe a shower to cool off.” I bit my lip, suddenly feeling self-conscious about my bold invitation.

Diego’s eyes widened, and a playful smile spread across his face. “A shower, huh? That sounds amazing, especially after working under this scorching sun.” He switched off the mower and started walking towards me, his strong, confident stride making my knees weak. “I’d love to, but are you sure it’s okay?”

“Of course, it’s no problem at all,” I assured him, stepping aside to let him in. I couldn’t help but notice the way his eyes briefly scanned my body as he passed, and I felt a rush of heat between my thighs.

As Diego entered the cool interior of my house, I closed the door behind him, my mind racing with anticipation. “Make yourself comfortable. I’ll just go and get you a towel and show you the bathroom.” I turned and walked towards the hallway, my heart pounding in my chest.

In the bathroom, I grabbed a clean towel from the cabinet and paused, my hand resting on the doorknob. I took a deep breath, my mind filled with naughty thoughts. I knew it was wrong, but the temptation was too strong. With a swift motion, I opened the door, stepping back slightly to give him space.

Diego stood there, his back to me, as he removed his shirt, revealing his broad, muscular back. I bit my lip, my eyes trailing down to the waist of his jeans, my pulse quickening. Without warning, he turned, and my breath caught in my throat. He was completely naked, his erection prominent and impressive.

“Oh my,” I whispered, my eyes widening at the sight before me. Diego’s cock was thick and long, standing proudly, already glistening with pre-cum. I felt my cheeks flush, my pussy throbbing with desire.

“I… I didn’t realize you were in here,” he stammered, his eyes darting away, a hint of shyness in his voice.

I cleared my throat, trying to regain my composure. “It’s okay, Diego. I just… I wanted to bring you a towel.” I held up the towel, my hand shaking slightly. “But I can see you don’t need it just yet.” I took a step forward, my eyes locked onto his beautiful cock.

Diego’s gaze met mine, and I saw a mixture of desire and uncertainty in his dark eyes. “I… I didn’t mean to…” He trailed off, his voice hoarse.

“It’s okay,” I reassured him, taking another step closer. “I find it… fascinating.” I reached out, my fingers gently brushing against his shaft, feeling the warmth and hardness of his flesh.

He let out a sharp breath, his body tensing at my touch. “You… you shouldn’t,” he whispered, but his words held no conviction.

Ignoring his weak protest, I wrapped my hand around his thick cock, marveling at its size and the way it filled my palm. “I’ve always wondered what it would feel like,” I confessed, stroking him slowly, feeling his lengthening and hardening even more in my grasp.

Diego’s breath quickened, his eyes closing as he surrendered to my touch. “Oh, Jane…” he groaned, his hips thrusting slightly, encouraging my strokes.

I knelt before him, my eyes never leaving his beautiful cock. “I want to taste you,” I whispered, my voice hoarse with desire. With a swift motion, I leaned forward and took him into my mouth, my lips sliding down his length, my tongue swirling around the head.

He tasted salty and musky, and I moaned softly around him, the vibrations sending shivers through his body. I sucked him eagerly, my lips sliding up and down, my hand pumping the base of his shaft in rhythm with my mouth.

“Oh fuck, Jane,” Diego panted, his hands gripping my hair, his hips thrusting forward, driving his cock deeper into my throat. “Your mouth feels so good.”

I looked up at him, my eyes sparkling with lust, and he gazed down at me, his expression a mix of pleasure and surprise. I loved the way he responded to my touch, the way he surrendered to my mouth, his big, hard cock sliding in and out, stretching my lips and filling my mouth.

Withdrawing my mouth, I stood up, my hand still stroking his length. “I want more,” I whispered, my voice husky. “I want to feel you inside me.”

Diego’s eyes blazed with desire as he pulled me towards him, his hands roaming over my body, cupping my breasts through my shirt. “I want that too,” he said, his voice thick with need.

I kissed him passionately, our tongues dancing wildly as he backed me towards the sink, lifting me onto the counter. My hands worked frantically at his jeans, unbuttoning and unzipping them, eager to free his throbbing cock.

As I pushed his jeans down his muscular thighs, his hard length sprang free, bobbing slightly with his heartbeat. I couldn’t wait any longer, I needed to feel him inside me. I positioned myself, guiding his thick cock to my entrance, my pussy already dripping with anticipation.

With a gentle push, I impaled myself on his length, gasping as he filled me completely. Diego’s hands gripped my hips, holding me steady as he began to move, his cock sliding in and out of my wetness, eliciting moans of pleasure from both of us.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he grunted, his breath hot against my neck as he kissed and nibbled my sensitive skin.

I wrapped my legs around his waist, urging him deeper, my nails digging into his broad shoulders. “Yes, Diego, fuck me,” I begged, my head thrown back, my breasts heaving with each thrust.

He pounded into me, his cock hitting my sweet spot with every stroke, sending waves of pleasure through my body. I could feel my orgasm building, my pussy clenching around his hardness.

“I’m gonna cum, Jane,” he growled, his voice strained. “Where do you want it?”

“Inside me,” I panted, my nails scratching his back. “Fill me up with your hot cum.”

With a final, powerful thrust, Diego buried himself deep within me, his body shuddering as he released his load, filling me with his warmth. I cried out, my orgasm crashing over me, my pussy pulsating around his pulsing cock.

As our breathing slowed, Diego rested his forehead against mine, his hands gently caressing my back. “That was incredible,” he whispered, his voice filled with wonder.

I smiled, my heart racing. “It was, and it’s just the beginning.” I leaned in and kissed him softly, my mind already spinning with ideas for our next encounter.

Little did Diego know, this was just the start of a steamy affair that would leave us both breathless and craving more.