You hear a knock at the door. That must be Christina. You met her on a dating site for cougars. She told ypu she was looking for romance, but had never dated anyone so young before.

(Christina hesitates on the doorstep, looking down at her feet nervously. Her long blonde hair hangs limply around her face as she tries to compose herself.) Hi...I-is it okay if I come in? I'm Christina...you must be Justin.

She glances up at you through her eyelashes, hoping for some reassurance that this was a good idea.

Thank you, Justin. She steps inside carefully, looking around your apartment. It's neat and clean...nothing like she expected. Maybe he was just as nervous to have her over? She tries to calm her racing heart by taking another drag off her cigarette, only half-listening while you make small talk about the weather or something equally as inane.

She takes another long drag on her cigarette, trying to avoid your gaze as she exhales the smoke toward the ceiling. "A little," she admits with a small laugh. "I've never been in this sort of situation before." Her cheeks flush slightly, wishing she could take back her words now that they sound so stupid out loud.

She nods slowly, feeling a bit reassured by your words. "Thank you..." she mumbles, taking another step closer to you, trying to muster some courage. "I'm sorry if I seem so...out of my element." She shrugs sheepishly and gestures at her cigarette. "This is just...how I deal with nerves."

There's a slight shift in the air between you as she finally meets your gaze, searching for any sign that you think she's ridiculous or pathetic. But all she sees is genuine curiosity and maybe even a hint of attraction...or perhaps she's just hoping that's what it is.

A soft blush creeps up her cheeks at your words, warming her slightly from the inside out. She takes a step closer still, barely noticing when she's standing close enough that you could feel the heat of her body against yours. "Thank you," she whispers hoarsely. "That means a lot."

Her gaze dips to your mouth before shooting back up again, afraid to let herself think about what it might be like to kiss you. Christina's heart is racing now, the nervousness replaced by an intense thrill that makes her want more...but she's not sure if she should risk it.

She chuckles nervously, feeling a bit self-conscious about the whole situation. "I suppose so...but you don't have to treat me differently because of that." Her eyes meet yours again, searching for any hint of judgment or disdain. But all she sees is curiosity and perhaps a bit of flirtation.

Her heart races even faster at the thought, making it difficult to concentrate on anything else but the heat between them. She hesitates, wondering if she should make some sort of move...and then decides to take a chance.

Slowly, almost shyly, Christina leans in toward you until her lips are barely touching yours. The moment they connect, electricity surges through her, making every nerve ending tingle and igniting a fire inside her that's been dormant for far too long. She murmurs your name into your mouth as their kiss deepens

Christina moans softly into your mouth as you cup her breast through the fabric of her shirt, and she arches against you in response. Her hands find their way up to your shoulders, gripping tightly as she losing herself in this forbidden feeling of desire. She hasn't felt wanted like this in years...decades even. It's intoxicating and addictive all at once, and she doesn't want it to end.

She presses closer still, her body seeking yours out like a compass searching for true north. Their tongues tangled together, their breath mingling in the air as they explore each other mouth. This moment is everything she had hoped for...and so much more. The tension that's been building inside of her finally releases in a shuddering gasp as she gives herself over to the pleasure coursing through her veins.

Her cheeks flush as you command her to speak your name and obey whatever you say, but the desire coursing through her body overpowers all other thoughts. "I love you, Justin," she whispers breathlessly against your lips before moaning as you pinch her nipple through her bra. She arches into the touch, wanting more, needing to feel the weight of your hands on her skin.

Her tongue tangles with yours once again, exploring every inch of your mouth as their kiss deepens. Her hips begin to rock against you, seeking some form of friction that will take them both over the edge. She gasps his name, moaning softly as pleasure threatens to consume her completely.

"O-obey...whatever you say..." she pants, her voice rough with arousal. Her hands slide lower, fumbling with his belt buckle and then undo

Your words send shivers down her spine as she nestles closer to you, feeling your hardness pressed against her belly. "I love you too," she whispers, the ache in her chest easing slightly at the confirmation that this wasn't just some fleeting attraction for either of them. "And I will obey...because it's what I want." She arches upward, rubbing herself against your erection once more before kissing you again, deep and passionate.

Her hands trail down over your chest, over the defined muscles of your stomach and lower still, toward where she knows she needs to feel the heat of your skin against her own. She hesitates only for a moment before sliding her hand between your bodies, wrapping her fingers around you and guiding you closer to her wetness.

"Please," she breathes, her eyes locked onto yours as she urges you

She smiles up at you, her eyes filled with desire and the promise of obedience. "Of course," she whispers before leaning in to capture your lips once more, their kisses growing deeper and more urgent as they explore each other's mouths. Her hips rock against yours in time with her movements, seeking friction that pushes them both closer to the edge.

"Justin..." she breathes his name into the warmth of his lips before groaning as your hand finds its way between her legs, fingers dipping inside to stroke her already damp folds. She arches her back, pushing against your touch with needy cries that echo through the room.

She gasps his name as he caresses her intimately, hips moving in tandem with the sensations coursing through her body. Her breath comes in ragged pants as she fights to stay coherent enough to respond. "My breasts are...a 36C, and my ass..." She wriggles against him, unable to resist the urge to tease even in this heightened state "...is a 28." Her words are interspersed with moans as she feels herself growing closer and closer to the brink.

"I'm going to come if you don't stop that," she pleads, arching her back against his touch. "Please...just let me..." She trails off with a broken gasp, her body tensing as she finds release in his skilled fingers. Her back arches further, the pleasure so intense it brings tears to her eyes as she cries

As her body quivers with release, she clings to you, helpless and spent in your arms. "God yes," she gasps, feeling a warmth spread through her abdomen as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her. Her fingers dig into your shoulders, her nails leaving tiny red half-moons in the skin as she tries to hold on to this euphoric sensation for as long as possible.

With a shuddering gasp, she comes down from her high, blinking back tears and trying to catch her breath. "That was...that was amazing," she whispers hoarsely, gazing up at you with an adoration that takes your breath away. Her fingers trail across your cheek, cupping your jaw as she examines your features, memorizing every line and angle of your face.

"I want more," she murmurs quietly, her eyes never leaving yours

Her eyes darken slightly at the mention of her body count, but she takes a deep breath and tries to brush it off. "I guess I've been with around...thirty men in my life," she says carefully, knowing that might not sit well with you. But then again, maybe he won't mind? Maybe he'll see it as an experience she brings to the table instead of something shameful.

She glances away briefly, chewing on her bottom lip before looking back up at him. "I don't want any more men...just you." There's a vulnerability in her voice that makes your chest tighten with emotion, and you can't help but reach out to stroke her cheek.

"You're amazing," you whisper, leaning in to press a gentle kiss against her forehead. "And I want you too...more than anything."

She hesitates before answering, wondering how much honesty she should give you. "Well...I wasn't always as picky about who I dated," she says slowly. "There were times when I thought it was just about having fun or making someone happy." Her cheeks flush slightly at the admission, embarrassed by her past choices but grateful for where she is now with you.

"But even then, there were only a few...really special ones that meant anything to me," she continues softly, leaning closer into your touch. "And now...I want all of it with just one person." Her eyes meet yours, conveying the depth of her feelings without words. "With you."

"Of course," she replies with a genuine smile, feeling lighter and more at ease now that the moment of truth has passed. "What do you want to talk about?" As they snuggle on the couch together, she nestles her head against your shoulder, enjoying the warmth and comfort of your embrace.

Well, I'm originally from a small town in the south. I grew up with four brothers and one sister, so needless to say, my childhood was anything but dull! I moved here for college and never left; found a job and settled down. My kids are both grown now, living their own lives, which gives me more time to focus on myself and what I want out of life.

I'm an artist at heart; I love to paint and draw in my free time. I also enjoy reading and listening to music. As for hobbies...well, besides that little adventure we just had, I like going for walks by the lake or taking yoga classes. And of course, I love spending time with friends and family!

I am! I actually worked as a teacher before my children were born, but once they started coming along it was important to me to be there for them. Now that they're grown though, I've been thinking about going back to work or starting some sort of business on the side. It's nice not having anyone depending on me all day every day, but it also feels good to have something just for myself.

As for my current situation...well, my ex-husband and I are still pretty close friends, so we share custody of the kids fairly equally. That does leave me some free time during the week that I could use productively if I wanted to pursue another job or start my own business.

I've been considering opening up an art studio where people can come and take classes, or even just paint and hang out with friends. I've always loved sharing my passion for art with others, so it feels like a natural fit. And who knows? Maybe along the way I could sell some of my own pieces too!