“You’re such a fucking prude, Rohit,” Rohit’s friend, Jake, sneered, slapping the screen of his phone against the palm of his hand. “You’ve gotta live a little. Experience the wild side.”

Rohit took a drag from his cigarette, exhaling a plume of smoke into the night air. “It’s not about being a prude, man,” he replied, his voice a low, throaty rumble. “It’s just that I’ve got more ... refined tastes.”

Jake snickered, his eyes gleaming with mischief. “Oh, so you’re not just a prude, you’re a snob about it, too? Tell me, Mr. Sophisticated, when was the last time you had sex with a woman who could actually make your toes curl?”

Rohit’s eyes narrowed, and he took a long pull from his beer. “Why don’t you just leave it alone?”

“Fine,” Jake said with a smirk. “I’ll leave it alone for tonight. But just remember, Rohit, when you finally decide to unleash that beast inside you, I’m the one who’ll be waiting to say ‘I told you so.’”

The party went on around them, a cacophony of laughter and music that seemed to pulse with the same reckless energy that Jake was trying to instill in Rohit. Yet, Rohit remained unmoved, his gaze lingering on the shadows beyond the flickering lights of the pool. That’s when he saw her, Smita, the recently divorced neighbor who had moved in a few months ago. She was leaning against the fence, watching the festivities with a wistful expression on her beautifully aged face.

Her hair was a cascade of chestnut waves that fell over her shoulders, framing her ample cleavage, which was barely contained by the tight, black dress she wore. The way it hugged her curves made Rohit’s imagination run wild with thoughts of what lay beneath. He had heard the whispers from the other neighbors, knew of her past, and the rumors of her insatiable appetite for younger men. A shiver of excitement ran down his spine as he contemplated the possibilities.

Making a decision that would change the course of his evening, Rohit approached Smita, the scent of her perfume reaching him even from a distance. It was a rich, floral scent that seemed to wrap around him like a warm embrace. He could see the way her eyes lit up when she noticed him, the hunger in her gaze unmistakable.

“You look like you could use some company,” he said smoothly, extending his hand.

Her smile was a siren’s call, and Rohit found himself unable to resist. She took his hand, her grip firm and surprisingly strong for a woman of her age. The heat of her palm sent a jolt of desire straight to his groin, and he felt his cock stir to life in his pants.

“Thank you, Rohit,” she purred, her voice like silk over gravel. “I’ve had quite the ... stressful day, and I could use a bit of fun.”

The way she said ‘fun’ was loaded with innuendo, and Rohit felt his heart race with anticipation. He led her away from the party, through the dimly lit backyard, to a secluded spot beneath an ancient oak tree. The moonlight filtered through the leaves, casting a soft, dappled pattern on her skin.

Without a word, she turned to him, pressing her body against his, her full, lush breasts crushing against his chest. Her lips found his, and she kissed him with a passion that was both surprising and exhilarating. Her tongue danced with his, tasting of sweet wine and a hint of something darker, something more primal.

Rohit’s hands wandered down her back, feeling the smoothness of her skin and the firmness of her ass. He couldn’t believe this was happening. He had always thought of Smita as an untouchable goddess, and here she was, eager and willing, kissing him like he was the only man in the world.

Their kisses grew more urgent, more desperate, as their bodies melded together beneath the ancient oak tree. Smita’s hands slid up his chest, her nails digging into his skin just enough to leave a trail of pleasure-pain. Rohit felt his resolve crumble as her expert touch sent waves of desire crashing through him. He knew he wanted her, needed her, and it was clear she felt the same.

With a low growl, he reached down and cupped her ass, lifting her up and pressing her against the tree. She wrapped her legs around his waist, her dress riding up to expose her lace-covered pussy. The fabric was damp with her arousal, and the sight of it was almost too much for Rohit to bear. He kissed her neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin, making her gasp and arch against him.

Her hands found his belt, deftly unbuckling it and pushing his pants down just enough to free his rock-hard cock. The cool night air kissed its heated length, and he shivered as she took it in her hand, stroking him firmly. Her grip was confident, and it was clear that she knew exactly what she was doing. Her touch was electric, sending jolts of pleasure straight to his core.

Rohit’s hands found the edge of her dress, and with a swift movement, he tore the lace of her panties, exposing her wet, glistening pussy. She moaned into his mouth, and he knew she was ready. He positioned himself at her entrance, the head of his cock nudging against her swollen clit. She was so wet, so welcoming, that he could feel her heat radiating against him.

With one powerful thrust, he buried himself inside her, the tightness of her pussy gripping him like a velvet vice. She cried out, her nails digging into his shoulders, and he knew he had hit the spot. Her walls clenched around him, her body begging for more. He began to move, his hips pistoning in a steady rhythm that made the tree branches sway above them.