He waited in the shadows of the alcove leading to the garage for her to return home. She entered the room in her loose summer dress.

Her intoxicating aroma was overwhelming as he leaned her against the alcove wall.

“Don’t move,” he ordered.

Lowering to his knee, in a single motion, he raised the skirt and slipped under it to access her sensual folds.

Her thighs parted for him. His tongue’s magic brought on a torrential, quivering orgasm, leaving her almost breathless.

“Love the welcome!” she panted, as her knees weakened, lowering her to the floor.