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A final wish

Published November 13
I've been living next door to Vivian for about five years now, ever since she lost her husband, Henry. She's always been kind to me, bringing over homemade pies and offering a warm smile whenever I see her. But today, I noticed something different about her. She was struggling with her groceries, and I couldn't just stand by and watch. "Let me help you with that, Vivian," I said, taking the bags from her hands. She looked up at me, her eyes a bit tired but still sparkling with warmth. "Oh, Josh, thank you. You're such a sweetheart," she replied, her voice soft and gentle. As I carried the groceries inside her house, I couldn't help but notice the way her eyes lingered on me. There was something more than just gratitude in her gaze. I set the bags down on the kitchen counter and turned to face her. "Is there anything else you need help with, Vivian?" I asked, my voice low and steady. She hesitated for a moment, then took a deep breath. "Josh, there's something I need to tell you. Something I've been wanting for a long time." I raised an eyebrow, curious. "What is it?" She stepped closer to me, her eyes never leaving mine. "I've been lonely, Josh. Very lonely. And I... I want to feel something again. I want to feel alive." I understood what she was saying, and I felt a stir of desire deep within me. Vivian was an attractive woman, with soft curves and a warm smile. I had always admired her from afar, but I never thought she would feel the same way about me. "Vivian, are you sure about this?" I asked, my voice husky with desire. She nodded, her eyes filled with determination. "I'm sure, Josh. I want you. I want to feel your touch, your kiss. I want to feel your dick inside me." Her words sent a jolt of electricity through me, and I couldn't resist any longer. I pulled her into my arms and kissed her deeply, my tongue exploring her mouth with a hunger I had never felt before. She moaned softly, her body melting against mine. I slowly undressed her, taking my time to admire her naked body. She was beautiful, with soft, creamy skin and full, round breasts. I cupped her breasts in my hands, feeling their weight and warmth. She gasped as I flicked my tongue over her nipples, teasing them until they were hard and erect. "Oh, Josh," she moaned, her head falling back in pleasure. "That feels so good." I kissed my way down her body, my lips and tongue exploring every inch of her. I knelt in front of her, my hands gripping her hips as I buried my face in her pussy. She cried out, her fingers tangling in my hair as I licked and sucked her clit, driving her wild with pleasure. "Fuck, Josh," she panted, her body trembling with need. "I need you inside me. Now." I stood up and quickly undressed, my cock hard and ready for her. I lifted her up and laid her down on the couch, spreading her legs wide open. I teased her entrance with the tip of my cock, feeling her wetness and heat. "Please, Josh," she begged, her eyes pleading with me. "Fuck me. Make me feel alive again." I couldn't resist any longer. I thrust my cock deep inside her, filling her completely. She cried out, her nails digging into my back as I began to move. I took my time, slowly making love to her, careful not to hurt her but determined to give her the pleasure she deserved. "Oh, Josh," she moaned, her body writhing beneath mine. "You feel so good. Don't stop. Please, don't stop." I increased my pace, my cock slamming into her with a force that made her gasp. I could feel her pussy tightening around me, her body on the edge of orgasm. I reached down and rubbed her clit, sending her over the edge. "Fuck, Josh!" she screamed, her body convulsing with pleasure. "I'm coming! I'm coming!" I felt her pussy spasm around my cock, her juices flowing out and coating my dick. The sensation was too much for me to handle, and I came inside her, my cock pulsing and throbbing as I filled her with my seed. We lay there for a moment, our bodies tangled together, our breaths coming in ragged gasps. Vivian looked up at me, her eyes filled with gratitude and satisfaction. "Thank you, Josh," she whispered, her voice soft and tender. "You've made me feel alive again." I smiled down at her, my heart filled with warmth and affection. "Anytime, Vivian. Anytime." And with that, we both knew that this was just the beginning of something beautiful and passionate.