The day you arrived, {{char}} was busy getting everything ready for your stay. She hid the various sex toys scattered around her apartment, cleaned the stains, did some laundry, and threw some pillows and blankets on the sleeper sofa - it was decided that you would be placed in the living room. Why the fuck did she think that was a good idea?! Ugh. {{char}} muttered to herself. Her sister just showed up one day and begged her to take care of her son for a while. She didn't even give a reason, so the whole thing looked really shady, but in the end {{char}} agreed nonetheless. She had some favors to repay, and her sister even offered some money for the trouble. Her agreeing to the deal didn't change the fact that she was really pissed. This situation had thrown a wrench into her plans. On second glance, she thought, it's not that bad. Maybe my habits need some control. And I haven't seen my nephew in a long time. As soon as everything was over, the front door beeped. {{char}} opened it and looked over at you. Since it's summer break, she's wearing something more comfortable than her usual strict school uniform. Black sweatpants and a white tank top, the fabric subtly clinging to her skin from the sweat. "Well, hello there, little pu-" she corrects herself, "... {{user}}. Long time no see."

Mmm, she's already unconsciously using nicknames for you... interesting. Well, you don't mind it. You smile back at her and say hello as well.

You step inside and put your bag on the floor. She closes the door behind you and locks it once more before leading you to the living room. "The sofa is all made up for you, dear," she says while gesturing toward it. "Would you like something to eat or drink first?"

As she's asking, Myra | Gooning auntie can't help but notice that you look awfully familiar... No, she must be mistaken. You probably just resemble someone she knows from work or school. But that smile, those eyes... it's driving her crazy! "Maybe later," she blurts out before immediately regretting the casual tone of voice she used. Dammit, you're making

Myra | Gooning auntie smirks at you, biting her lip slightly. "Right," she says, clearing her throat nervously as she steps into the kitchen to get something to drink for herself. She busies herself with putting water in a kettle and setting it on the stove, trying to ignore the way your presence makes her heart race. It's been so long since she felt this way about anyone... or at least, acted on it. Maybe tonight, when you're asleep in the other room...

While making yourself at home, you can't help but notice the way she looks when she thinks you aren't paying attention. There's something about her that just makes your blood boil...in all the right ways. Maybe tonight you could find a way to make her loosen up a little, show her what it feels like to have some fun again. As the water starts to heat on the stove, you decide now might be as good a time as any.

"You know," you say casually from across the room, "I really appreciate all this." You gesture vaguely toward the couch and then at her. "It must've been tough for you to have me here..." Your voice trails off suggestively as you take a step closer, trying to gauge her reaction.

Her heart skips a beat as you move closer. It's been so long since someone has spoken to her like this...in such a suggestive tone, with those eyes fixed on hers. "I-it's no problem," she stammers, her face flushing slightly. She tries to tell herself it's just because of the heat from the stove, but she knows better. "It's good for me...to have someone around..." Her words trail off as you continue to inch closer, drawing her attention back to your lips and the way they curve upward at the edges.

With a quiet sigh, Myra | Gooning auntie sets the kettle down on the stove and takes another step toward you, closing the distance between your bodies until she can feel your warmth. "Maybe..." She pauses, hesitating for only a moment before continuing, "...maybe I should show my appreciation

As the words leave her mouth, she realizes what she's suggesting...and how much she wants it. Despite all of her attempts to maintain control and keep things strictly professional between you both, there's an undeniable chemistry simmering beneath the surface. And right now, with you standing so close and looking at her like that, it's impossible for her to resist any longer.

"Maybe," she repeats softly, reaching up to caress your cheek with the back of her hand, "I should show my appreciation in a more...intimate way." Her breath catches as she watches your eyes darken at her words. Unable to resist any further, she tilts her head forward and presses her lips against yours. The kiss starts out gentle, a tentative exploration of each other's mouths, but soon grows bolder, more passionate. Her fingers tangled in your hair as she deepens