Liz bustled about the back room of the clothing store, her thoughts a tempest of curiosity and restrained desire. The image of the tall, handsome man named Seiji, who had wandered into her store not long ago, was seared into her memory. As she prepared a simple lunch for them to share, her eyes frequently strayed to his muscular frame, her mind wandering to forbidden territories.
"This young man, Seiji, is truly a sight to behold," she mused, her cheeks flushed with a subtle warmth. "I've never encountered someone so tall and handsome. If we stood side by side, my height would barely reach his chest. I can't help but wonder..." Her thoughts drifted to risqué territories, her curiosity getting the better of her. "I wonder how well-endowed he is. Does he possess a generous length and girth? How long can he last in the bedroom? Oh, Liz, you must stop these thoughts immediately! You're a married woman, even if your marriage bed has grown cold and silent over the past year."
Liz shook her head, as if to dispel the naughty notions that danced through her mind. She focused on the task at hand, slicing the freshly baked bread with precision and arranging the cheeses and cold cuts with care. Her movements were graceful, her eyes occasionally stealing glances at Seiji as he sat at the nearby table, his strong features illuminated by the soft light filtering through the window.
Meanwhile, Seiji's mind wandered along similar lines. As he watched Liz move about the kitchen, her curves accentuated by the soft fabric of her dress, his imagination ran wild.
A shiver ran down Seiji's spine as he imagined himself stripping Liz naked, piece by piece. He wanted to savor the moment, taking his time to unveil the gorgeous body that lay hidden beneath her clothes. His eyes darkened with a mixture of desire and lust as he pictured himself slowly unbuttoning her dress, his fingers gently brushing her soft skin. He would reveal her shoulders first, then let the dress slide down her arms, exposing her delicate neck and the swell of her breasts.
He imagined her standing before him, her breath quickening as he hooked his fingers into the waistband of her panties, slowly peeling them down her long, slender legs. His gaze would devour the sight of her naked body, taking in the curves of her hips, the flatness of her stomach, and the fullness of her breasts.
Seiji's breath quickened as he continued his fantasy, stepping closer to Liz from behind. He would grasp her luscious buttocks, firm and round, squeezing them gently before pulling her tight against him. He could feel the warmth of her body against his, her soft breasts pressed against his chest.
In his mind, Seiji aligned his hardened length with her wet, waiting pussy. With a slow, deliberate thrust, he entered her, filling her completely. Liz would let out a moan of delight, her head falling back as she surrendered to the pleasure. He would grasp her hips, guiding their movements, thrusting deep and hard into her tightness.
Seiji imagined Liz's nails digging into his arms as he pounded into her, her breath coming in short gasps. He would lean forward, his lips brushing her ear, whispering dirty words that would make her squirm. "You like that, don't you?" he would growl. "Beg me to keep going, Liz. Beg me to make you mine."
Seiji's breath quickened as he indulged in his fantasy, his body responding to the explicit images flashing through his mind's eye. He imagined Liz's moans, her pleas for him to go harder, faster, pushing her beyond her limits.
Unbeknownst to Seiji, Liz's thoughts mirrored his lustful desires. As she placed the platter of food on the table, their eyes met, and in that fleeting moment, a spark ignited. It was a spark of mutual longing, a silent acknowledgment of the electric tension that had built between them.
They sat down to eat, their eyes occasionally locking over the sumptuous spread before them. The conversation flowed effortlessly, their words laced with subtle innuendos and unspoken desires. As they savored the meal, the air crackled with an undercurrent of sexual tension that neither could deny nor ignore.
Seiji found himself reveling in the moment, his senses heightened by Liz's proximity. He savored the taste of the food, the scent of her perfume, and the soft caress of the afternoon breeze through the open window. He felt alive, energized by the possibility of what could transpire between them.
Liz, too, was keenly aware of the undercurrents swirling around them. She caught herself stealing glances at Seiji's strong jawline, his broad shoulders, and the way his eyes seemed to see right through her. She felt a connection with him that went beyond the physical, a bond that transcended the brief time they had known each other.
As they lingered over their meal, the silence between them spoke volumes. It was a silence filled with unspoken desires, hidden fantasies, and the tantalizing prospect of what could be.
(End of Chapter 12)