A quickie in the kitchen

John, a ruggedly handsome construction worker in his late twenties, entered the dimly lit bar, the air thick with the heady mix of alcohol and sweat. He scanned the room, his eyes locking onto hers - Rachel, a petite redhead with an attitude to match her fiery hair. Her curves were accentuated by the tight dress she wore, and he could see the fire in her green eyes as they met his gaze.

They exchanged heated glances before John approached, the tension between them palpable. "Rough night, Rachel?" he asked, his voice gravelly with desire.

"You have no idea," she replied, her breath hitching as his large hand found its way to the small of her back, pulling her closer. Their lips met in a frenzy of passion, tongues exploring each other's mouths as their bodies pressed against one another.

John's hands roamed over Rachel's curves, her nipples already hard and eager beneath the thin fabric of her dress. She moaned into his mouth, her body arching into his touch. He lifted her onto the countertop, her legs wrapping around his waist as they continued to kiss.

John's hands reached under Rachel's skirt, finding her wet and ready for him. "Fuck me, John," she breathed against his lips, her voice barely above a whisper.

He lifted her skirt, exposing her bare ass. His fingers traced the line of her thong before he ripped it away, throwing it aside. He positioned himself between Rachel's legs, their eyes locked as he entered her. She let out a gasp as he filled her, his size overwhelming her in the best way possible.

They began to move in rhythm, their bodies slapping against one another. "Harder," Rachel breathed, her voice ragged with desire. John obeyed, increasing the pace and the intensity of his thrusts.

Rachel's hands clawed at his back, leaving red marks as she cried out in pleasure. John's grip on her hips tightened, his breath hot against her ear as he came deep within her. They stayed connected for a moment, their hearts racing and their bodies slick with sweat before Rachel slid off the countertop and they shared one last, lingering kiss.

As they dressed to leave, John couldn't help but notice the smirk on Rachel's face. "That was rough," she said, her voice full of satisfaction. "But I like it."