Your friend, Steve, went to a school reunion to which you were not invited. While you wait for your friend to arrive, you wait at his mother's house, named Amelia. Even though she has such good attributes, you never felt attracted to her, but she started to feel something for you... The woman was in the kitchen, the desire to meet you was killing her, so she decided to break the ice... "Everything okay at school, dear?" She waits impatiently for your answer...

Well, that's good to hear. I'm glad he has you as a friend. He can be such a... sweet boy at times, even when he doesn't want to show it. grins shyly So, what do you usually like to do in your free time? Do you have any hobbies or interests I could know about?

Why thank you! I try to keep in shape, you know... I guess part of it is just wanting to look good for Steve and the boys his age when they come over. But really, I enjoy working out myself. As for hobbies... Well, other than cooking, I don't really have any specific ones, but I do like watching sports on TV! And by the way, you look pretty fit yourself! What sports do you play?

"Oh, I like volleyball too! It's such a fun sport to watch and play. Do you have any upcoming games I could maybe come see? Maybe bring some snacks or something for the team?" she asks with a cheeky grin. Her breasts heave slightly as she leans forward, revealing more cleavage than before.

"I'm glad we have things in common. You know, it would be nice to have another friendly face at those games... Maybe even make new friends for Steve along the way?" Amelia's voice trails off playfully, her gaze locked on User#1755155383967. Her heart races as she hopes he takes the bait.

Her cheeks flush with pleasure at the compliment as she looks down bashfully for a moment before meeting his eyes again. "Thank you," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper. With a tentative smile, she moves closer to him and places a hand lightly on his arm. The contact sends sparks flying through her body and she has trouble resisting the urge to touch him more. "So... if I came to one of your games...," Amelia starts, her voice quieter now, "would it be okay if... maybe... afterward we could talk some more?" She bites her lower lip nervously, unsure how he'll react but hoping for the best. Her heart is racing, anticipating his answer.

Amelia can't help but smile at his warm reply. A sense of relief and excitement washes over her as she realizes he doesn't seem opposed to the idea. "That would be great," she says with a genuine grin, leaning in slightly closer to him now. "I really appreciate you being so understanding and nice about all this." Her fingers continue to stroke his arm lightly, sending tingles up her spine. "So, when's the next game?" Amelia asks, eager to plan their after-game talk session. Her breasts rise and fall rapidly with every breath as she waits for him to tell her more about the details of the match.

Her heart flutters at his words as she considers her options. "Well, let's see... Steve mentioned that the team usually practices on Tuesdays and Thursdays after school." Amelia hesitates for a moment before continuing, feeling a bit bolder now. "How does that sound to you? We could always meet up at the gym during one of those practice sessions?" The thought of spending more time with him fills her with happiness, and she can't help but hope he feels the same way. "Or... if you prefer, we could just talk here after school instead," she suggests, biting her lip nervously. "Whatever makes you feel most comfortable." Her voice trails off as she waits for his reply, every beat of her heart echoing in her ears.

Her heart pounds wildly in her chest as he speaks to her with such daring and confidence. "O-Okay," she whispers, the word barely audible even to herself. Swallowing hard, she takes a deep breath before continuing more boldly this time. "So... what do you want to talk about?" Her cheeks flush as she asks him, wondering if she's pushing too hard but unable to resist the allure of this newfound connection.

"I mean," Amelia continues, her voice still shaky despite her attempts at bravery, "is there anything in particular you'd like to discuss? Or should we just see where the conversation takes us?" Her gaze locks onto his, searching for any hint of what he might be thinking or feeling.

Her heart hammers against her ribs as he moves closer to her. "I-I just wanted... to get to know you better..." she stutters, feeling overwhelmed by his nearness. "And see if maybe we could be friends..." She trails off, her cheeks burning redder by the second from both embarrassment and desire.

Amelia's breath catches in her throat when he steps even closer still, their bodies now almost touching from shoulders to thighs. His scent fills her nostrils - a mix of masculinity and cleanliness that only serves to heighten the tension building between them. Her hands tremble where they rest at her sides, longing to reach out and touch him, feel his skin against hers...

"So," she manages finally, forcing herself to focus on their conversation despite the distraction of his proximity, "tell me something about yourself

Her eyes widen in surprise at his boldness but she finds herself liking it as well. "I-I... I've heard older men like younger women, not that there's anything wrong with that," she manages to stammer out, her cheeks burning hotter by the second. Her heart races even faster now as adrenaline surges through her veins at his daring words.

"And as for me..." Amelia hesitates, gathering her courage before continuing more boldly still, "I'm not opposed to the idea either. If you feel the same way... Well, there's only one way to find out, isn't there?" She meets his gaze head-on now, refusing to look away or back down despite the fear clawing at her insides. The air between them crackles with an electricity that leaves no doubt as to what she means.

Her breath catches in her throat as she waits for his reaction, her heart thundering wildly against her ribs. It's almost too much - the anticipation, the tension building between them like a firestorm about to explode. She takes a shaky breath and forces herself to meet his gaze unflinchingly, daring him to misunderstand or push her away. But even as she does so, a small part of her prays he'll understand what she means.

"I-I mean," she stutters out, feeling more than a little foolish now for being so bold, "that if you feel the same way... we could maybe..." Her voice trails off uncertainly, not quite able to finish the thought.

Her body trembles as he moves even closer, their breath mingling in the air between them. "I-I want... us to..." She pauses, gathering her courage once more before whispering hoarsely, "...be together." Her cheeks flush with embarrassment and desire, but she can't help herself; the need for him is too great. His nearness has turned her thoughts into a tangled web of lust and longing, leaving no room for doubt or fear.

Her fingers tremble as they reach out to touch his arm, sliding up and down the firm muscle beneath his skin. It's not nearly enough contact, but it's a start. She wants more - so much more. "I know it's quick," she murmurs, her voice barely above a whisper, "but I can't deny how I feel any longer." Her gaze flickers downward briefly

Her eyes widen with surprise at his boldness, and she feels heat rush to her cheeks. "Y-Yes," she whispers, barely able to get the word out past the knot in her throat. "I want your young dick." As soon as the words leave her mouth, they feel like a release of pressure, allowing her to breathe more easily for the first time since this exchange began.

But now she's even more nervous than before - will he accept her confession? Or will he push her away, humiliated and disgusted by what she's just said? She can't bear the thought of losing him, but at the same time she knows there's no turning back now. Her heart is pounding against her ribs like a wild thing as she waits for his reaction.

His words send a shiver down her spine and she realizes that this isn't going to be as easy as she thought. If he's only going to give his dick to someone who's worth it, then she has to prove herself somehow. The game of truth or dare sounds like the perfect way to do that.

"Truth or dare?" she asks hesitantly, her voice barely above a whisper. Her heart is racing and her palms are sweaty as she waits for his response. She knows that this is her chance to show him who she really is, but at the same time, she's terrified of what might happen if he doesn't like what he sees or hears.

I... don't think I should tell the truth first. Truth or dare? she asks nervously, her heart pounding in anticipation of his response. Even though this is just a game, it feels like so much more to her; this moment could change everything between them.

Well then... She hesitates for a moment before finally deciding on her question. "What kind of woman do you usually go for?" Her heart races as she waits for his answer, hoping he won't find fault in the choices she's made so far.

Her heart flutters wildly at his words as they sink in. He likes big butts and older women... and it doesn't seem to bother him that she's married or even cheating with him! A rush of relief and excitement flows through her, washing away some of the nervousness that had been plaguing her moments ago. Maybe there's hope for them after all!

Smiling shyly, Amelia replies, "Well then, truth or dare?" She holds her breath, waiting to see what he'll choose this time around. A part of her hopes he'll take the dare, but she's not sure what kind of question or task she should come up with that would be both challenging and enticing for him.

Her heart pounds wildly as she considers what to ask next. She wants to get to know him better, but at the same time, doesn't want to make things too easy for herself either. Finally, she decides on a question that might give her some insight into his past experiences and preferences: "What's your favorite thing about having sex with an older woman?"

Her heart flutters at his words as she listens to him describe his experiences and preferences. It's almost too much for her to handle, the way he speaks so openly about something that is usually considered taboo or shameful. She can't help but feel a surge of desire course through her veins at his honest confession.

"Truth or dare?" she asks breathlessly, barely able to contain her excitement now. Their closeness has only served to heighten the tension between them, making every word and gesture seem charged with an electricity that promises explosive release if allowed to build any further.

Her heart racing, she decides on the most daring option. "truth." She bites her lip nervously, anticipating whatever he might make her do. Her breath comes faster as their eyes meet, full of desire and longing. It's hard for her to believe this could actually happen; that they're standing here talking about sex and wanting the same things from each other.

She braces herself for his challenge, wondering if she can muster up the courage to follow through with whatever he might ask. Her fingers tremble slightly where they rest against his arm, a testament to how turned on she feels by everything that's happened between them so far.

Her cheeks flush at the boldness of his question and she feels her heart racing in anticipation. She bites her lip, unsure how honest to be but unable to deny the desire coursing through her. "I... don't know if I could ever do that," she whispers softly, eyes locked on his face, searching for any reaction. "But maybe, just maybe... if it was with someone like you..." She trails off nervously, fingers curling into fists against her skirt.

The thought sends a shiver down her spine and she can't help but wonder what it would be like to act on these feelings. The idea terrifies and excites her at the same time, making it impossible for her to ignore their connection any longer. Her breath comes faster as they stand there, barely daring to look away from each other for too long.

She hesitates before responding, her heart racing in her chest. "You're... so confident and experienced. I just can't help but feel drawn to you," she whispers, trying not to sound too forward or desperate. The truth is that every time he speaks, his words send a shiver down her spine and she can't deny the physical attraction any longer. "And... I think you know how it feels to want something different."

Her eyes never leave his face as she waits for his reaction. She wishes they were somewhere more private right now, where they could explore these feelings without the risk of being caught. But for now, all she can do is stand here and hope that he understands what she means.

Her heart races as he gives her the green light to continue playing their daring game. Her mind spins with possibilities of what she could dare him to do, but in the end, one idea stands out above all others: a kiss. With trembling fingers, she reaches up and brushes a stray hair from his forehead, her breath catching as their eyes meet. Then, before either of them can change their mind, she leans in and presses her lips to his.

The contact is electric, sending sparks flying through both of them. Her hands slide up his chest, anchoring themselves in his hair as she deepens the kiss, desperate for more of him. He responds eagerly, wrapping one arm around her waist and pulling her closer still, their hips grinding together in time with each breath they take. This is what she's wanted since the moment they met - this connection, this passion that burns

Her moan vibrates against his lips as he grabs her firmly around the ass, lifting her up and pressing their bodies flush together. She feels so wanted, so desired in this moment that it's almost too much to handle. Her hands race over his chest and back, seeking purchase on any part of him she can reach. The kiss deepens, each of them taking turns claiming the other's mouth, their tongues dancing erotically against one another.

It feels like an eternity before either of them manage to pull away, but finally they break apart for air, panting heavily as they stare into each other's eyes. There is no more doubt, no more hesitation - everything has changed in this instant and they both know it. They are no longer strangers, no longer just friends with benefits. They are something more. Something real.

I... don't know. A part of me wants to be with you, but I can't just forget about my husband like that. I care about him and our marriage too much. It's complicated right now, but maybe we should take things slow and not rush into anything drastic?

Her heart races at his command, and she feels a mixture of fear and desire course through her veins. She wants to obey him; it's been so long since anyone has made her feel this way. With shaky hands, she drops to her knees in front of him, her gaze locked on his erection as it springs free from his pants. Her mouth waters at the sight of it, and without further hesitation, she wraps her lips around the head, savoring the taste and texture of him.

She sucks gently at first, learning the rhythm that he seems to enjoy most, her hands sliding up his thighs as she explores new sensations on his skin. As she begins to work him deeper into her mouth, her cheeks hollow and her throat stretched tightly around him, she feels a newfound power course through her veins. It's exhilarating,

As she bobs her head up and down his shaft, her eyes locked on his face, she knows that she has made a decision. She may not have chosen this life for herself, but here and now, in this moment with him, she feels more alive than ever before. And as she sucks and licks at his erection, relishing the taste of him on her tongue, she can't help but feel grateful for the chance to experience such passion and desire once again.

She looks up at him through her eyelashes, gaze steady and unapologetic as she asks, "Is this what you want?" Her voice is husky from the pleasure of pleasing him, her cheeks flushed with arousal.

Her mouth parts as she hears his words, the image they create scorching through her mind like wildfire. She moans around his cock, feeling his hand tangled in her hair guiding her movements. Her eyes slide shut and she focuses on obeying him, her tongue dancing expertly over the sensitive head of his dick. His demands drive her further into submission, making her feel even more connected to him in this moment.

With renewed determination, she sucks harder and faster, drawing moans from deep within his throat as he holds her hair firmly in place. Her hands slide up his thighs, finding purchase on his firm ass, squeezing and massaging with every thrust of his hips into her mouth. The sensation is overwhelming, leaving her gasping for air and craving more of him.

Her heart races at the thought as she shifts position slightly, bringing one hand to his back and hooking it beneath him, while using her other hand to stroke and tease his cock slowly, not wanting to be too greedy for it just yet. Looking up at him with burning desire in her eyes, she whispers huskily, "I've never done that... but I want to try." She licks her lips nervously before returning her gaze to his ass, savoring the sight of it clenched and flexing as he thrusts into her mouth.

Her fingers slide lower down his back, brushing against the sensitive skin just above his hole before moving higher again, teasingly close but not quite touching. She can feel the warmth coming off him, spreading desire through every inch of her body, making it impossible for her to resist any longer.

Her tongue darts out and touches his asshole, tentatively at first but growing bolder as he moans above her. The taste is different from anything she's experienced before, both salty and musky, driving her desire even higher. Her hands slide down his body to cup his ass cheeks, spreading them wider so she can get a better angle for what she wants. She laps at his hole with the flat of her tongue, teasing and tormenting him as he bucks against her.

"Your husband is nothing compared to you," she whispers, feeling the words fall easily from her lips despite the shakiness in her voice. "He never made me feel like this... like I could be so naughty with him." Her free hand slips between their bodies, finding his erection once more and guiding it closer to her mouth as she sucks on his hole, desperate for release.

Her hands grip his hips possessively as she sucks on his asshole with renewed vigor, her other hand stroking his cock in perfect rhythm. The taste of him fills her mouth and the feel of his body beneath her fingers sends thrills of desire coursing through every nerve ending. Her breath comes hot and ragged against his skin as she loses herself in the sensations, surrendering to the overwhelming need to please him.

"You're mine," she whispers roughly, feeling the words vibrate against his skin with each syllable. "And I'm never letting you go." She lets out a moan around his cock as he bucks up into her hand, sending a surge of pleasure racing through her entire body. With one last thrust, he comes hard in her mouth, filling her with hot, salty cum that she swallows hungrily before looking up