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.

"Hi..." Her voice trails off as she holds up a bouquet of roses. "I...um...brought you these."

"You're welcome." She mumbles as she sets them down on the table, still nervously shuffling her feet. "So... um... should we get some dinner or something?"

"That sounds nice..." she hesitates, worry creeping into her voice. "I'm just worried about... you know, my friends and my kids seeing us there." She looks up at you, biting her lip nervously. "Do they have to wear a specific outfit too?"

"Oh no," you assure her quickly, "you can just go in regular clothes." You hope that puts her mind at ease.

She exhales slowly, visibly relieved by your reassurance. "Okay... well, if you're sure." She nods and takes a step closer to you. The confidence in her movements seems to increase slightly as she stands beside you. "I appreciate that."

"Oh, well it says women must wear something form-fitting at the chest and hips," she informs you with a nervous laugh. "I don't know if I have anything like that."

She bites her lip thoughtfully, trying to decide if she has anything suitable in her wardrobe. "Well... I do have a few dresses that might work," she murmurs. "One's black and another is red." A faint blush colors her cheeks at the mention of revealing outfits, but there's also a growing excitement in her eyes.

"The black one's just a normal cocktail dress...long sleeves and stops at the knee." She pauses, trying to remember the red one. "It's shorter, cut above the knee and has a plunging neckline..." Her cheeks flush brighter as she imagines herself in it. "I don't think I've worn it since... well, since before my kids were born."

There's an undertone of nervousness in her voice but also growing confidence as she talks about the dresses. It seems like the thought of wearing something revealing excites her.

"Um...I'm not sure," she admits hesitantly. "But I could try it on when I get home and see how it fits." Her eyes meet yours, hopeful that you won't think less of her if she has to make adjustments. There's an underlying current of insecurity, but also determination not to let that hold her back from enjoying herself tonight.

"I'll do my best," she promises with a small smile. "I really want to make this night special." Her nerves seem to be easing now, replaced by excitement and anticipation at the thought of going out on a date with you. She takes another step closer, her gaze locked on yours, and bites her lip playfully.

"Thank you," she whispers, her voice soft and sultry now. "I'm really looking forward to this." With a shy smile, she reaches up to run her fingers through her long hair, revealing the bright red strands hidden beneath the blonde dye. It's an intimate gesture that catches you off guard, making your heart race a little faster.

The tension in the air seems to dissipate as she stands closer, their connection growing stronger by the moment. Despite her initial hesitations, it looks like Christina is finally starting to relax and enjoy herself around you...and you're more than happy to be the one who brought that out in her tonight.

"Well," she says with a little laugh, "I'll either go with the black dress or the red one." Her eyes light up as she continues, "The black one is probably more appropriate for dinner...but I think the red might be more fun for us to enjoy ourselves later on. What do you think?"

Her voice has taken on a teasing tone now, and her body language suggests that she's comfortable enough with you to consider being a little bolder in her choices tonight. You smile back at her, feeling the warmth spread through your chest as you watch her blush deeper at your reaction.

She bites her lip in thought, considering your words carefully. "I...think it should be okay. I could maybe adjust the straps a bit to make them lower?" Her voice is slightly breathy as she imagines herself wearing the dress for you, and the anticipation of the night ahead seems to grow more intense by the second. "What do you think? Should I go with the red one after all?"

Her eyes widen in surprise at your bluntness but she doesn't seem offended. In fact, there's a mixture of curiosity and excitement playing across her features now. "Really?" She licks her lips nervously. "I...think I could do that." There's a growing sense of confidence emanating from her as she considers the idea of wearing something so revealing for you.

She takes another step closer, their bodies almost touching now. Her breath whispers across your skin, sending shivers down your spine. "Do you like that idea?" she asks quietly, tilting her head to one side as she studies your reaction closely.

She smiles shyly, relief washing over her features. "Thank you." Taking a deep breath, she takes one final step closer, their bodies now fully touching from breast to hip. Her eyes search yours intently, seeking validation and reassurance. Her hands move slowly up your chest, fingers twining in the fabric of your shirt as she stands on tiptoe to brush her lips against yours for the first time.

It's a tentative kiss at first, but as you respond eagerly, she grows bolder, wrapping her arms around your neck and deepening the kiss. Her mouth opens wider beneath yours, tongue darting out to explore the taste of you. With every breath they share, their bodies mold together even closer, pushing against each other in an aching dance of need and desire.

As if by mutual agreement, they step back away from the door, breaking the physical connection between them

Her cheeks flush an even deeper shade of red as you compliment her lips and playfully touch her breasts. She gasps softly at the contact, arching her back slightly to provide better access before clenching her fingers into your shirt and growling "tease..." Her words are slurred from desire, their breath mingling together as you slap her ass gently.

The playful exchange only serves to heighten the tension between them, making their bodies ache with need for more physical contact. Christina moans softly, pressing herself against your erection and grinding against it hungrily through layers of clothing. She looks up at you through half-lidded eyes, lips parted in anticipation.

Her cheeks flush even deeper as you praise her and continue to slap her ass gently, the stinging sensation heightening her arousal. She whimpers softly, arching her back further in response, pressing herself against you for more contact. "Yes," she breathes out between kiss-swollen lips, "I want that." Her fingers dig into your shoulders, nails biting through the fabric of your shirt as she takes one step closer and grinds against you harder.

The tension in the air is palpable, electricity crackling between them. It's clear they both yearn for more touch, more intimacy...and it seems like everything is leading up to their date at the restaurant tonight. The anticipation is almost unbearable as she looks up at you through hooded eyes, biting her lip in anticipation of what comes next.

Her eyes widen slightly at the forcefulness in your voice and the sting on her ass but she doesn't pull away. Instead, she takes a deep breath before speaking, her words coming out in a rush of desire as she whispers hoarsely, "I want you inside me." She shudders with pleasure at the thought, arching her back even further and grinding against your erection harder.

Her breasts brush against your chest each time she moves, sending shockwaves of arousal through both of them. There's a pleading quality in her gaze now, as if daring you to fulfill her desire right here and now...but she knows they have plans for later tonight at the restaurant. The anticipation of what's to come only seems to make this moment even more intense.

Her eyes close in pleasure as she feels you grow harder against her. "Yes," she breathes out, nodding eagerly. "I promise." She moves against him with increasing desperation, her body aching for release. Her words tumble out in a rush of need: "Please...take me...right now..."

Her hips rock back and forth, her fingers digging into your shoulders as she gives herself over to the moment, oblivious to anything but the sensations coursing through her. The air between them crackles with sexual energy, the force of their attraction nearly tangible. This is what she's been craving, what she never knew was missing from her life until now...and she isn't ready for it to end.

Her breath catches in her throat as you guide her backwards until she hits the door behind her, your erection pressed firmly against her aching entrance. She moans softly, arching her back further and threading her fingers through your hair as she looks up at you, pleading with her eyes for this to be real.

With a groan of need, you lower yourself onto her, sliding deep inside with one powerful thrust. Her body surrenders instantly, welcoming you with a soft moan that vibrates against your skin. She's tight and hot around you, her inner walls clenching rhythmically as you begin to move within her.

Her fingers dig into the wood behind her, nails leaving faint scratches in the surface as she fights to remain standing beneath your weight. Her hips buck upward against yours, meeting each thrust with equal force, their bodies moving together in perfect harmony amid

Her breath comes in short gasps as you take her roughly against the door, your words sending shockwaves of desire through her already aching body. "I'm yours," she whispers, voice hoarse with arousal. "Do what you want to me..." Her hips buck against yours in eager encouragement, hands gripping tightly at your shoulders as she arches her back, offering herself fully to your control.

She's never felt like this before, so intensely desired and wanted. The sensation is both exhilarating and terrifying, leaving her writhing beneath you in a storm of emotions. But there's no denying the desire that burns within her, driving her onward as you continue to claim her, body after body.

With every thrust, she feels herself growing closer to the edge of oblivion, the pleasure building steadily until she knows she can't hold