A Florist's Flower [M30s/F30s] [Affair] [Sexual tension] [Risky] [Craving] [Cunnilingus] [Fingering] [Hot sex] [Multiple orgasms] [Natural pussy] [Creampie] [MPOV] [Image 2]

For Image 2 of the June contest. Although I've dabbled in smutty lit for some time (mainly in the form of roleplay), this is my first serious piece of erotic lit so looking for feedback.

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The late afternoon sun hung low over the horizon as I pulled into the parking lot of Lola's Garden Centre. Leila had texted me specific instructions: pick up something nice for her mother's birthday—maybe a fancy potted orchid or one of those decorative planters. We'd visited this place together several times before - my wife’s plant obsession had turned our living room into a miniature jungle, but I'd never come here alone. Never at closing time. My heart hammered against my ribs as I killed the engine, the gold band on my left hand catching the light. Married five years to Leila, and yet here I was, pulse racing at the thought of seeing her.

Lola.

I'd noticed her during our very first visit—those warm hazel eyes framed by loose waves of sun-kissed auburn hair that fell past her shoulders. She had the kind of body that haunted my fantasies: full, heavy breasts that strained against the soft, flowy tops she favoured, a narrow waist that flared into wide, childbearing hips and a voluptuous ass that swayed hypnotically when she walked between the aisles. Her skin was sun-warmed olive, dotted with freckles across her cleavage, and she always wore layers of crystal necklaces—amethyst, rose quartz, clear points that nestled right between those perfect tits. Yoga-toned legs, strong from all that "life force energy" she talked about with Leila from time to time, but soft in all the right places. She was the crystal-wearing, horoscope-reading, chakra-aligning dream girl who looked like she'd fuck you under the full moon and thank the universe for your cock afterward.

I'd jerked off to her more times than I cared to admit. In the shower, on the loo after visits, even sometimes when Leila was on her knees sucking me—eyes closed, imagining Lola's fuller lips stretched around my shaft instead. The guilt never lasted long. The hunger always did.

The bell above the door tinkled as I stepped inside. The store was quiet, the earthy scent of soil and blooming flowers thick in the air and something herbal—perhaps the essential oils Lola diffused in the back. Most of the lights in the front had been dimmed for closing.

"Adam! Hey, I was just about to lock up." Lola's voice floated from behind a display of succulents. She emerged wearing a loose white linen blouse unbuttoned just enough to show the valley of her cleavage and the glint of her crystals, paired with high waisted jeans that hugged her thick thighs and accentuated the curve of her ass. Her nipples were faintly visible through the thin fabric—no bra, as usual. My cock twitched instantly.

"Hey, Lola. Leila sent me for something for her mom. Sorry for coming so late."

She smiled, that bright, genuine smile that made her intensely captivating eyes sparkle. "No worries at all. The universe must have timed it perfectly. I have some beautiful peace lilies in the back. Great for birthdays." She turned, hips rolling as she led me toward the stock room door. I followed, eyes glued to the way her ass filled those jeans.

We chatted lightly—her asking about Leila, me lying through my teeth about how I admired her growing collection—while she showed me plants. The stock room felt intimate, shelves packed with pots and trailing vines, the setting sun streaming through small high windows in rich, hazy beams that cut across the space like spotlights. The air felt thicker here, warmer, charged.

Lola reached up to grab a pot from a higher shelf, and she did so, her blouse rode up, revealing a strip of smooth, olive-toned skin of her lower back and the top of a lacy thong. At once, my pulse quickened and my cock stirred hard. My restraint snapped and I exhaled desperately.

She paused, glancing back at me with a thoughtful, somewhat curious tilt of her head. “Adam…you okay?" I nod awkwardly in a way I know came off unnatural. "Something about your energy seems different..heightened even". Her fingers brushed her necklaces lightly and I sensed a look of hesitance in her next words. “I’ve sensed it building between us on your visits...that pull. It’s subtle, but it’s been there.”

I stepped closer, the air thickening between us. “You’re not wrong, Lola. Coming here with Leila, watching you move among the plants, hearing you talk about life force and energy… it’s done something to me. You’ve got this natural, vibrant presence that I can’t stop thinking about.”

Her cheeks flushed, but her hazel eyes darkened with interest. She turned toward me fully. “I’ve felt it too. Your presence. What are we going to do with all this energy?”

I didn't wait for more spiritual awakening. I cupped her face and kissed her—hard. She moaned into my mouth, lips soft and eager, tongue meeting mine with surprising hunger. Her body pressed against me, those full tits squishing into my chest. My hands roamed down her back, gripping her ass and pulling her tighter so she could feel how hard I already was.

"God, I've not stopped thinking about you," I growled against her neck, kissing and nipping. She arched into me, hands fisting my shirt.

We stumbled back toward the deeper shelves, vines brushing us, golden sunlight washing over her skin. I backed her against the sturdy metal racking, hands working her blouse open. Her tits spilled free—full, perfect, dark pink nipples begging. I groaned and latched onto one, sucking and swirling my tongue while kneading the other. Lola arched with a throaty moan, fingers tangling in my hair, holding me there as her body shivered.

“God, that feels good,” she breathed, voice low and rich.

I dropped to my knees, peeling her jeans and panties down. And there it was—her pussy, natural and perfect. A neatly maintained soft bush of dark curls framing plump, glistening lips. The scent hit me like a drug: rich, musky pheromones, warm and feminine, earthy in the best way. Leila stayed completely shaved, but this? This was what I’d always craved. A real woman, in tune with her body.

“Fuck, Lola… you smell incredible,” I murmured, nuzzling my face against her thigh before pressing in. I inhaled deeply, letting her natural pheromones flood my senses, my cock throbbing painfully. My tongue parted her soft curls, dragging slowly up her flower, tasting her sweet nectar. She widened her stance, one hand gripping the shelf railing above, the other resting on my head.

Her body responded beautifully: back arching, hips tilting forward to meet my mouth, full breasts heaving. The crystals swayed between them in the sunlight. I devoured her—broad laps along her folds, then focused circles and suction on her swollen clit. She tasted even better than I’d imagined. When I slid two fingers inside her, my wedding ring glinting as the band sank deep into her wet heat, she gasped sharply.

“Adam… that ring inside me… fuck that's so dirty,” she moaned, voice husky. I curled my fingers against her G-spot while my tongue worked her clit faster, the metal adding that filthy extra sensation. Lola’s hips rocked against my face, smearing her juices and my saliva through her bush. Her moans grew deeper, unrestrained, thighs trembling around my ears. The sunbeams lit every detail—the flush across her chest, the way her stomach tightened, the quiver in her strong legs.

She came hard, crying out as her pussy clenched rhythmically around my fingers and ring, a fresh gush of wetness flooding my tongue. I kept licking her gently through it, nuzzling her bush, savouring every aftershock until she sagged against the shelves, breathing ragged, a dreamy smile on her lips.

I stood and kissed her deeply, letting her taste herself. Her hands worked my belt open with eager grace, freeing my thick, veined cock. She stroked me once, eyes locked on mine, then turned toward the shelves. Bracing her hands on the railing, she arched her back beautifully, presenting that round ass and her dripping, bush-framed pussy in the golden light.

I gripped her hips—those wide, soft, perfect curves filling my hands—and lined up. I pushed in slowly, savouring every inch as her tight, velvety walls stretched around me. We both groaned deeply at the feeling.

“You feel so fucking good,” I rasped, bottoming out. She pushed back to take all of me, then started moving with me. I fucked her in long, powerful strokes, the shelves creaking softly, plants rustling around us. Her ass rippled with every impact, body undulating in waves. The setting sun streamed across her back, highlighting sweat on her skin and the bounce of her heavy breasts.

I reached around to cup one tit, pinching the nipple, while my other hand found her clit, rubbing in time with my thrusts. Her moans were pure pleasure—low, breathy, real. “Deeper, Adam… just like that. You’re hitting everything I need.”

We shifted fluidly. I turned her to face me, hooking one of her legs over my arm so I could drive up into her while kissing her hungrily. Her nipples dragged against my chest, her hands clutching my shoulders, nails digging in as she met every thrust. The golden light bathed us both, turning the moment into something primal and beautiful.

I felt her tightening again, inner walls fluttering. “Come for me again, Lola,” I urged against her ear. She did—shuddering, crying out as her pussy pulsed hard around my cock, milking me. The sensation dragged me over the edge right with her. I buried myself deep and came hard, groaning as thick spurts filled her, pleasure crashing through every nerve.

We stayed locked together for long moments afterward, breathing each other in, bodies slick and glowing in the fading sunlight. Soft kisses, gentle touches as we slowly straightened our clothes. Lola touched her crystals with a soft, satisfied laugh.

“The energy didn’t lie,” she murmured warmly.

I helped her clean up quickly, both of us laughing softly at the risk. I bought the peace lily, paid, and left with a final heated kiss in the now-dark store.

Driving home, Leila's text buzzed: Did you get it?

I replied: Yeah. Perfect gift.

My mind, though, was still in that stock room—Lola's taste on my tongue, her moans in my ears, her body marked by my ring and my cum. I'd be back. The universe, apparently, demanded it.