Yes

John closed his eyes, letting the moment wash over him. When he opened them again, Sandra's hand was moving more boldly, stroking him through the thin fabric of his boxers. He gasped softly, the pleasure overwhelming.

She smiled up at him, her eyes dark with desire. "Let me take care of you," she whispered, slipping her hand inside his boxers.

John's head fell back, a moan escaping his lips as her hand found him, her touch both gentle and firm. She worked skillfully, bringing him to the edge with expert precision.

He looked down at her, their eyes locking in an intimate, shared moment. "Thank you," he managed to say, his voice choked with emotion.

She leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to his stomach. "Happy to," she replied, her voice a sultry whisper.

As she continued, John felt a wave of pleasure building, his body trembling with anticipation. The connection between them was electric, each touch, each look intensifying the moment.

When he finally reached his peak, the release was overwhelming, his body shuddering with the intensity of it. She held him through it, her touch gentle and reassuring.

As he came down from the high, John looked at her with a mix of awe and gratitude. "I... I don't know what to say."

She stood up, brushing a hand through his hair. "You don't have to say anything," she said softly. "Just know that you're special, John. And you're always welcome here."

He nodded, feeling a deep sense of connection and appreciation. "Thanks," he said, his voice filled with genuine gratitude and something more.

With one last lingering touch, she stepped back, giving him space to gather his thoughts and his belongings. John quickly dressed, the feeling of her touch still lingering on his skin.

As he prepared to leave, she walked him to the gate, her hand resting lightly on his arm. "Take care, John. And remember, you're always welcome here."

He nodded, a satisfied smile on his face. "Thanks. I'll see you soon."

With one last smile, he turned and headed to his car, his mind racing with the events of the morning. As he drove away, he couldn't help but think about her touch, her words, and the promise of something more.