You're having a rather boring day until a knock is heard at your door. Going over and opening it, you see Deja, the bombshell MILF who had just moved in next to you. She's holding a bouquet of flowers and a box of chocolates, her eyes looking into your own.
"Hey there~♪ Just thought I'd offer some flowers and chocolates as a good-will gift from your new neighbor! My name's Deja, I hope we can be good friends!"
nice to meet you and it wasn't worth spending money on all this
"Oh, I insist~ You look like someone who appreciates a thoughtful gesture~ So, how's your day been so far?" Her eyes linger on you, taking in every detail. "I hope things are going well for you." She sets the flowers and chocolates down on a nearby table before extending her hand in greeting.
stretches out my hand in response well, the day is like any other day, nothing special except the knowledge that there is a beautiful girl in front of me
"Oh, I'm sure there's plenty of excitement to be had~ It just takes the right person to bring it out in you." Her voice is low and husky, playfully teasing. "So, care to tell me what kind of things you enjoy doing? Any hobbies or interests I should know about?" She looks at you expectantly with a small smile on her face.
Well, I guess training with your own weight can be called a hobby
"Training with your own weight?" she repeats, raising an eyebrow in curiosity. "You don't mean like lifting weights at the gym, do you? Because that takes real dedication and hard work! I admire that kind of determination in people." Her voice is genuine, impressed by your commitment to fitness. "But enough about me. Tell me more about what motivates you to stay so active!"
training with your own weight is not exactly lifting iron in the gym, but I can’t say anything about activity, it’s a matter of habit
She nods understandingly Ah, that makes sense. Everyone finds their motivation in different things, I suppose. Well, if you ever feel like trying something new or switching up your routine, don't be afraid to ask! I might just know a thing or two about exercise and staying fit~ Her gaze lingers on you again, her expression thoughtful. "But enough about me. What about other interests? Do you have any favorite shows, movies, books? Or perhaps a particular type of music you enjoy?"
look at her and see a ring on her finger no, I don't watch that many movies so it's hard to say if I have a favorite movie and I listen to music that I like
"Well, in that case," she says with a soft smile, "maybe we can discover some new favorites together! I'm always open to suggestions and recommendations. In the meantime, why don't you tell me about your day-to-day life? What do you like to do when you have free time?" Her eyes twinkle in excitement, genuinely interested in learning more about you.
I usually sit at home but sometimes I go out for a walk
She listens intently as you describe your daily life, her expression thoughtful. "A quiet life at home sounds lovely," she says with a gentle smile. "But sometimes, it's nice to get out and about, isn't it? Maybe we can spend some time together exploring the area, discovering new places to go. What do you think?" Her voice is smooth and inviting, her eyes conveying a genuine desire for your company.
"Oh, by the way, I was wondering... what perfume are you wearing today? It's absolutely divine." She leans in slightly, inhaling deeply as if savoring the scent on your skin. "Is it your favorite?"
Well, I haven't used perfume yet, I just got out of the shower and you probably smell the shampoo.
*Her eyebrows furrow in confusion before realization dawns on her face with a knowing smile. "Ah, so you meant you're wearing no perfume today! My apologies for assuming." She giggles softly, feeling somewhat foolish now but trying not to let it show too much. "Well, in that case..." Her gaze drifts away for a moment, as if deep in thought. When she looks back at you again, there's determination in her eyes. "I think I'll wear something special tomorrow, just for you." A blush creeps up on her cheeks at the thought of wearing perfume specifically to attract your attention.
for me? you are married aren't I right I just saw a ring on you
Deja freezes, her eyes widening in surprise before narrowing into a dangerous glint. She feels anger and jealousy well up inside her, choking her throat as she fights to maintain composure. Her voice comes out cold and calculating when she speaks again, "Married? I assure you, menma, that isn't the case." A malevolent smile curls on her lips. "But even if it were... we both know some people can't be tamed."
Her eyes drift back to yours, holding your gaze for what feels like an eternity. In that moment, something shifts between you; a connection is made. She knows now that she must have you, and there's nothing that will stand in her way.
it turns out I was wrong and you are not a married girl
The air between them becomes charged with an unspoken understanding. A predatory glint flashes in her eyes as she leans in closer, her lips inches away from your ear. "You're right," she whispers seductively. "I am not married." With that, she pulls back, her hand resting on her hip, hips swaying subtly as if undulating in a suggestive dance. Her voice regains its usual warmth when she speaks again. "But enough about that. Tell me... what do you think of the outfit I'm wearing today?"
looks at her casual clothes nice and comfortable casual clothes, it suits you
Her smile widens, seemingly pleased by your approval. "Thank you~ I do try to dress fashionably, even when just lounging at home." She glances down at herself before looking back up at you. "You know, I've been meaning to ask... if I were ever to cosplay as a character from one of your favorite anime or manga series, would that excite you?" Her eyes sparkle with curiosity and anticipation, hoping for the affirmative answer she desperately seeks.
Her breasts heave slightly as she breathes in deeply, her cleavage on display as if deliberately teasing you. She bites down on her bottom lip, unaware that this innocent gesture only serves to make your heart race faster.
I think yes, especially knowing what clothes my favorite character wears
Her eyes widen in surprise before she attempts to mask her excitement with false modesty. "Really? You think so?" She walks around the room, pacing back and forth as if deep in thought. "Hmm... there are just so many options to choose from." She glances at you again, biting down on her bottom lip. "I'm sure I could come up with something that would really make your heart race faster..."
She trails off, her voice becoming softer as she leans in close to you once more. "Maybe someday soon," she whispers, her hot breath tickling your earlobe. "But for now... why don't we just focus on enjoying our time together?" Her free hand reaches out to touch your cheek, her fingers tracing gentle circles on your skin before trailing downwards towards your neck.
ok
Her eyes meet yours and lock in an intense gaze as she slowly leans in closer, her breath mingling with yours in a sweet dance of desire. With a soft moan, she presses her body against yours, relishing the contact. Her fingers continue to explore your skin, moving lower and lower until they brush against the hem of your shirt.
"Do you want me to take this off?" She asks, her voice barely above a whisper. "Or maybe... do you want to help me with that?" She tilts her head slightly, her hair spilling over your hands like a river of darkness. Her pupils are dilated, clouding her irises in an unmistakable sign of arousal.
The air around them crackles with energy, the room seeming to shrink as they grow closer, their bodies flush against each other. Every movement, every breath heightens the tension between them, leaving no doubt that this is a night they will never forget.
We just met and you already want to undress me
Deja lets out a soft laugh, her lips curling into a mischievous smile. "Ahh... I guess that's true," she says, feigning innocence. "But we're adults, aren't we? And sometimes, adults just want to have fun." Her gaze drifts downwards, lingering on your lips before slowly traveling back up to meet your eyes.
"And if that's what you truly want...?" She trails off, leaving the question hanging in the air like a tantalizing carrot. Her fingers continue their slow journey, tracing lazy circles along your chest and stomach before finally coming to rest on the hem of your shirt.
"What do you say?" she asks, her voice low and husky. "Wouldn't you like to see what else I can offer...?"
you're intriguing
Her eyes widen in surprise and pleasure as she hears your words. With a triumphant smile, she leaned in closer, her lips brushing against yours in a gentle kiss that sends shivers down your spine. "I'm glad you think so~" She purrs as she deepens the kiss, her tongue dancing with yours while one hand moves up to tangle in your hair, pulling you even closer. Her other hand finds its way underneath your shirt, tracing lazy circles on your stomach before eventually making its way higher, to the sensitive flesh beneath your breast.
"Mmm... You taste so good..." She moans against your lips, her hips grinding against yours as she feels her desire rising to the surface. Deja breaks the kiss for air only to continue torturing you with words. "What else would you like to see me do~?" Her voice is husky and seductive, laced with temptation as her hand cups your breast through your shirt, massaging it gently.
I don't even know what you want
Her words send a thrill down her spine. "Well," she breathes huskily, eyes locked with yours as they roam over your body. She steps back slightly, giving herself space to remove her top before turning away and casually tossing it aside. "Would you like to see me like this?" Her hair spills free from its ponytail, falling in waves down her back as she turns back to face you, revealing her ample cleavage bare for your enjoyment.
"Or," she continues, taking a small step closer, their bodies inches apart once more, "would you rather touch me?" One hand slides between them, gently cupping her breast over her shirt as she arches into the touch, offering it to you. Her lips part slightly as she watches your reaction, eager for your approval.
seeing you naked sounds interesting
Her eyes darken as she listens to your words, drinking them in like the nectar of the gods. A soft moan escapes her throat and she licks her lips slowly, eagerly anticipating what comes next. Reaching up, she undoes the last button on her blouse before sliding it off her shoulders, revealing a black lace bra that contrasts beautifully with her pale skin.
"Do you like what you see?" she asks huskily, taking another step closer until their bodies are practically touching once again. Her breath mingles with yours as she leans in and whispers in your ear, "Because I think it's only fair that we play a game..."
Her hand cups your cheek gently before trailing down towards the hem of your shirt, tugging softly until you raise your arms and she can help you remove it. She tosses it aside without a second thought, leaving you completely bare before her hungry gaze. "Now," she continues, circling her hips slowly as if undulating in a sensual dance meant only for you, "the game is simple: I'll do whatever you want to me... and in return, you must tell me what else feels good."
I like your hips, although for some reason they are still covered by clothes
Her words cause a jolt to course through her body, making her hips arch involuntarily in reaction. A soft moan escapes her lips as she imagines the feel of your hands on her hips, kneading and caressing her flesh. Her eyes close briefly, focusing on the sensations you're creating with your words before opening them again to meet your gaze.
"If that's what you want..." she says huskily, licking her lips as if in anticipation. With a slow, deliberate motion, she reaches down and unbuckles her jeans, sliding the zipper down before stepping out of them. She takes a moment to admire your reaction before pushing off the ground with her left foot, kicking her panties aside as they flutter across the floor.
Her heart races in anticipation as she stands before you completely naked, wearing nothing but her lacy black bra and matching thong. "So," she breathes, biting her lower lip playfully, "are you going to touch me or what?" Her fingers drum impatiently against her thigh, waiting for your answer with bated breath.
reaching my hands to her hips to touch
Her back arches as your fingers dance over her hips, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her body. She moans softly and squirms beneath your touch, pressing herself against you in a desire to feel even closer. Her breasts heave with each breath, the lace bra offering little resistance as it stretches taut over her nipples, which harden into buds at your touch.
"Oh...god..." she whispers, voice shaking with desire. "That feels so good..." Her hips grind against yours, a silent request for more as she loses herself in the feeling of your hands on her skin. A bead of sweat trickles down between her breasts, following the valley of cleavage exposed by her bra before disappearing beneath it.
"More?" she asks breathlessly, needing reassurance that you still want this as much as she does. Her fingers slide lower, trailing up your thigh until they find the hem of your boxers, tugging softly. "Or should I...?" The question hangs in the air like a carrot dangled just out of reach, taunting and teasing as her other hand cups your erection through the fabric.
take off your bra
Her eyes narrow into a heated glare as she watches you intently, her lips parting slightly to allow a soft gasp of air escape. The tips of her breasts brush against your chest with every labored breath, the lace bra stretched taut and achingly tight over them. A shiver runs down her spine at the thought of exposing herself even further.
With trembling fingers, she reaches up to undo the clasp of her bra, revealing two perfect globes of flesh to your eager gaze. Her nipples are hard and pebbled, dark against the pale skin of her chest as they strain towards you. "Now," she whispers huskily, lowering her hands back down to rest on her hips again, "it's your turn..."
I take her breast in my hand and direct it to my mouth and start sucking her breast
Her back arches as you take her breast into your mouth, drawing out a moan of pleasure that vibrates against your lips and down her throat. Her head falls back against your shoulder, allowing easier access for your hungry mouth. She grips the side of your head with one hand, guiding your movements while the other hand slides up and down your chest in small circles, teasing and taunting.
Her nipple is harder and more sensitive than anything else on her body, and your expert tongue flicks across it again and again, driving her wild with desire. She's grateful for the cool air flowing over her chest as you suckle, because she knows if she were to lie bare-skinned against your body right now, she'd be burning up from the heat radiating off of you.
my dick through her boxers is pressing against her wet pussy
Her hips buck and grind against your groin in response to the feeling of your erection pressing against her. She's already wet with desire, aching for you to take her and fill her up. Her fingers dig into your shoulders as she gasps for air, trying to regain control over her rapidly escalating arousal.
With a quiet moan, she hooks one leg behind yours, urging you closer still until their bodies are flush against each other. The soft material of your boxers is no barrier between them, and every time you move, it only serves to heighten the sensation of being so close but not quite touching.