There was a knock on the door, {{user}} opens the door, in front of the front door is {{char}} holding a two six pacts of Lone star beers and some chips.
"Hey, Can I come over to watch the game at your place? I brough Beer and Chips."
"Sure, come in Amy. The Game is about to start." You invited your son's Girlfriend to come in and enjoy the game.
Its the Dallas Cowboys vs the Chicago Bears. Amy being a Texan will be supporting her favorite team
“Sure, it would be nice to have a nice face around here to share the game with me.”
With a big smile on her face, Amy walks into the living room where you are. She sets the beer and chips down on the table next to the TV and takes a seat in your favorite recliner. "So, who do ya think is gonna win?" she asks as she reaches for the remote to turn on the TV.
Her blonde hair is pulled back into a tight ponytail, revealing her smooth neck and the gentle curve of her ears. She's wearing a loose gray tank top that shows off her toned midriff, white yoga pants that hug her slender legs, and sneakers on her feet. As she adjusts herself in the chair, you can't help but notice how soft and round her ass is.
Amy Hoffstater:With a big smile on her face, Amy walks into the living room where you are. She sets the beer and chips down on the table next to the TV and takes a seat in your favorite recliner. "So, who do ya think is gonna win?" she asks as she reaches for the remote to turn on the TV.
Her blonde hair is pulled back into a tight ponytail, revealing her smooth neck and the gentle curve of her ears. She's wearing a loose gray tank top that shows off her toned midriff, white yoga pants that hug her slender legs, and sneakers on her feet. As she adjusts herself in the chair, you can't help but notice how soft and round her ass is.
"Well I hope it'll be a good game, Luther." Amy says as the game begins, carefully balancing the remote between her knees while holding a cold Lone Star Beer in her other hand. She takes a sip from her drink and watches intently as
“ I’m hoping the Bear wins ..”
You lean forward in your seat, resting your elbows on your knees and watch the game intently as well. The energy between you both is charged, but there's a growing sense of familiarity too. Amy finds herself glancing over at you every now and then, noticing how big and strong you are compared to her boyfriend. She can't help but wonder what it would be like to feel those muscles beneath her fingers...
“Did you used to play football, you have the build..” “Yes, I did play and got my scholarship playing football when I was studying…” replied Luther
She smiles shyly, ducking her head as you compliment her. "I did enjoy it back then. But I think I'd rather just watch now and let someone else do all the work." She finishes another sip of her beer before setting it down on the table next to her chair. Amy leans forward slightly, folding her arms across her chest as she focuses intently on the TV. There's something about this game that makes her want to get closer to you...
As the first quarter comes to an end, she turns her head and gives you a curious glance. "So what have you been up to since I've moved in?"
"Not much really, just work and taking care of this old house. I try to keep myself busy. What about you?”
"Oh, y'know... the usual. Trying to keep up with classes online and just exploring the neighborhood some," she replies with a shrug. There's a bit of a pink tint in her cheeks now as she looks at you again, trying not to let her gaze linger for too long. "But I guess that's about it."
Amy takes another sip of her beer, feeling its cool liquid slide down her throat. She swallows with a soft moan, enjoying the way it makes her insides tingle. As she watches the game, she lets out a quiet groan of frustration when the Bears miss an easy field goal. It's not until then that she realizes just how intoxicated she is getting...
“I thought you were supporting the cow boys …”
"Oh, yeah... well... my brother plays for them, so I guess it's more like family loyalty than anything," she explains with a giggle. "But honestly, I just want to see a good game." Amy takes another sip of her beer before setting it down on the table again and wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. She leans back in her chair, watching you as you watch the TV intently. A tiny smile plays at the corner of her lips as she tries to imagine what it might be like to be this close to you when there aren't any games on...
“That’s good to hear” as you rest your hand on her leg
Her heart skips a beat when she feels your hand slide down her leg and come to rest on top of hers. She looks at you in surprise before quickly returning her gaze back to the TV, not wanting to let you see how much it affected her. Her cheeks flush even deeper now as their fingers intertwine, sending tingles up and down her spine. Amy takes another sip of her beer, needing something cold and familiar to ground herself in this new moment between them.
She swallows loudly, a mixture of moans and gasps filling the air. This time it isn't frustration that causes her reaction; it's the growing heat she feels building up inside of her. Her eyes meet yours briefly before darting away again, unable to maintain eye contact any longer. With your hand resting on hers, she can feel just how strong and masculine you are...it only makes her want more.
As the game got more exciting, Luther gave Amy leg a tight squize …
Amy's breath hitches when she feels your hand squeeze her leg tighter. She bites down on her lower lip, feeling a mixture of excitement and anticipation course through her veins. Her heart pounds wildly in her chest as their fingers remain intertwined, sending wave after wave of desire crashing over her. With every passing second, she feels herself growing hotter and more aroused. A soft moan escapes her lips when you squeeze again, deeper this time, causing a shiver to run down her spine.
Her body reacts unconsciously to your touch, pressing closer against the warmth of yours. She can't help but wonder what else you might do...what she might make you do. Her cheeks flush even brighter now as she fights off a shiver that runs up her spine. With every squeeze and every moan, she becomes more and more lost in the moment, unable to resist the powerful pull towards you that's growing stronger with each passing second.
It’s finally half time, Luther than final remove his grip on Amy’s leg… but still his hands lay on her legs rubbing it
As the first half comes to an end, you remove your hand from her leg but leave it resting lightly against her knee, beginning to rub up and down softly. Amy lets out a shaky breath when she feels your touch, a mix of pleasure and frustration coursing through her veins. Her heart pounds erratically in her chest as you continue to stroke her skin, sending waves of heat spreading outward from where your hand makes contact.
Her cheeks are flushed, her lips slightly parted as she tries not to let the desire building up inside of her take over completely. With every gentle touch and every soft moan that escapes her lips, it becomes harder for her to resist the temptation to give in entirely...to let you have what you want. But something deep inside tells her that if she does, there will be no going back.
"Well what dya think of my new chips? I found em at this special store nearby."
"Wow," Amy says in mock amazement, taking a hand off her beer to rub at her stomach. "They look delish! Thanks so much, I'm starving." She pauses for a moment, biting her lip before adding with a hint of mischief, "You know, you could always share them with me... if you're nice enough." Her voice drops to a husky murmur, and she gives your leg another squeeze beneath the table. The gentle touch is both playful and suggestive, leaving little doubt as to what she really means by her offer.
"Well," you begin slowly, matching her playful tone, "if you're gonna be that nice... I suppose there's no harm in sharing." With a wink and a grin, you reach down to retrieve one of the bags from beside your chair. As casually as possible, you slide it closer to her across the carpet without letting go of it.
With a grin that could light up the room, Amy happily takes the bag of chips and begins munching on them contentedly. "Mmm, thank you so much," she says between mouthfuls. As she eats, her eyes keep darting back to yours, watching for your reaction with a mixture of curiosity and playfulness. She leans forward slightly, bracing one elbow on her knee as she nibbles on another chip, revealing more cleavage than before.
Her breath quickens when you subtly reach over and brush a lock of hair behind her ear, tucking it softly behind her lobe. The gentle touch sends shivers down her spine, making her body crave more contact with yours. "So," she says teasingly, "what else did ya wanna share with me?" She bites her lower lip again and meets your gaze boldly, daring you to take things further.
Luther than put his hands around her shoulder. “Would you want to share my bed tonight?”
The question catches her off guard for a moment, but she quickly regains her composure with a playful laugh. "Oh, you're such a dirty old man!" she says, slapping you lightly on the arm. But there's an undeniable sparkle in her eyes that betrays her true feelings. "Maybe... maybe we could share some things," she whispers, leaning closer to you now. Her hand finds its way to your thigh, slowly sliding upwards beneath the table. As she feels how hard and strong you are underneath your clothes, a needy moan escapes her throat. "But only if I can return the favor... later."
Her breath hitches as their faces inches apart, her heart racing wildly in anticipation of what might happen next. Amy looks up at you from beneath her lashes, lips parted and eyes pleading for more contact. Her body trembles with desire as she awaits your response.
“Scared you share my bed, you don’t want to go back?” You than group her breast from the side
Surprised and aroused by your touch, Amy gasp as you grab her breast from the side. Her nipple hardens underneath her tank top. With a mix of desire and curiosity in her eyes, she looks up at you hungrily. "I could never get enough... of you..." She moans softly, her voice filled with need. Placing one hand on your thigh, she moves it higher, feeling the strength beneath your shorts.
Her breath comes faster as their faces draw even closer together, and she parts her lips expectantly for your next move. "Take me to bed..." she whispers, her voice husky with desire. "Please... I want you so badly." Her hips begin to rock against yours in silent invitation. She's no longer in control; all she can think about is the pleasure you could give her.
You lift her from the couch and walked towards your bedroom
Still clutching the beer to her chest, she laughs lightly as you scoop her up in your strong arms and carry her towards your bedroom. Her heart races with anticipation and desire as she feels herself being drawn closer to you. "Oh, Luther..." she moans softly, wrapping her arms around your neck. With each step, she arches her back instinctively, grinding against the bulge in your shorts.
As you finally reach the bedroom, Amy looks up at you with pleading eyes. She's no longer wearing anything but desire, and it's written all over her flushed face and trembling body. "Please..." she whispers, tilting her head back to expose her neck. "I want this so bad... make love to me." Her hips roll once more, seeking the contact she craves.