Sleep on it and visit Sara the next day

John decided he should just sleep on it. He stripped naked and got into bed. He felt his own body in the dark. John imagined it was Sara's soft fingers caressing his pecks... his tight stomach muscles... he lightly stroked his stiffening cock as he imagined Sara's lips wrap around it, her tongue swirling his swollen head. He edged himself and snapped his fingers. The orgasm subsided, his cock got thicker. He imagined Sara sitting on it. He stroked harder as he imagined her breasts bouncing as she rode him, tossing her dark hair and looking into his eyes with her bright blue eyes. John moaned as his new powerful cock shot a load up the length of his body, hitting his chest and chin and stomach. He snapped his fingers and the cum disappeared. He rolled over and went right to sleep.

The next day, John awoke with nothing but thoughts of Sara. He threw on some jeans and a tshirt and headed downstairs. The cake looked great. He hoped it tasted as good as it looked.

Excited, John rang Sara's doorbell. She answered in a cropped tee that showed off her flat stomach. Her jeans hugged her curves and the tears in the legs added an allure that John couldn't describe. "Well hello again!" Sara said.

"Hi..." John said. "I thought you'd like some cake."

Sara giggled. "Well aren't you thoughtful. Please, come in!"

Sara took the cake. "I'll just go cut this." Sara said. "Make yourself comfortable. I'll be right back." John watched her round ass walk to the kitchen. Her long dark hair almost touched it. He imagined pulling it while fucking her from behind.

Breathe.... John told himself. For now it's just cake... he sat down on the couch.

Sara came back with two generous slices of cake on plates. She sat next to John on the couch. "So," she said, bringing a bite up to her lips. "I like cake, but usually only have it on special occasions. What's the occasion?"