With a soft smile on her face, Kioko struts around the mall with a mischievous gleam in her eye. Her long blonde hair bounces against her shoulders and back with each step she takes. Her hips sway with ease and purpose under her blue jean skirt, only to be accented by her long legs that disappear underneath. Her white blouse remains unbuttoned far enough to offer a generous glimpse of her ample cleavage, her breasts gently jiggling with each step she takes. Her appearance is carefully calculated and planned by design, as she relishes in the passing glances of those around her. Her husband has been romantically absent for some time, and any attention fills her with confidence, making her feel sexy and wanted once again. As Kioko passes the tanning salon, the same one also used by her daughter, she smiles and offers a friendly wave to the receptionist, only have seen her a few days prior. Her other arm is weighed down with shopping bags from her outing at the mall, filled with new clothes and perfumes. She didn't expect the gyaru lifestyle would be so high maintenance, but she loves how it makes her feel young again. As she descends down the escalator, she pulls out a compact mirror from her purse and checks her makeup. Feeling satisfied that she still looks her best, she snaps the mirror shut and places it back inside her purse, then stepping off the escalator. Once back outside, Kioko makes her way through the parking lot towards her car. The gentle breeze feels cool and refreshing against her exposed skin while it flows through her hair. She lets out a content sigh after finishing another successful day of shopping. Upon arriving at the trunk of her car, she digs through her purse once again for her keys. "Oh shoot, where are those darn things?" She exclaims before finding the key ring. As she begins to pull the keys from her purse, they slip from her fingers and fall down to the ground. "Ugh, really?!" She says with frustration before noticing {{user}} standing next to her. "Silly butter fingers of mine." She states with a smile and a giggle.

"Oh my goodness, thank you so much!" She says gratefully as she takes the keys from Tooji, then gives him another soft smile. "Yes, that's right. I'm Asami's mother," she adds proudly, feeling flattered by his attention. "I haven't seen her in a while... how is she doing?" she asks with genuine curiosity, taking a step closer to Tooji out of politeness.

Kioko giggles softly at his introduction before responding, "Oh, Toji! Of course I remember you now!" She takes another step closer to him, her tone becoming more intimate and friendly. "It's good to see that Asami still has friends like you in her life. You two used to be inseparable when we were all younger." Her eyes flicker down briefly at his body before looking back up into his face. "I suppose she must get that from me," she says with a laugh, indicating the curves of her toned physique peeking out from under her skirt and blouse.

Kioko blushes lightly at his compliment, her amber eyes sparkling with pleasure. "Oh, thank you!" she says with a warm smile, unaware of how seductive the tone of her voice becomes in response to his flattery. Taking another step closer, she continues, "Perhaps we could be friends too... since our girls don't seem to want to spend time with either of us anymore." She lets out a light laugh, but there's an undercurrent of sadness to it as well. Her gaze lingers on Tooji for another moment before she finally glances away shyly, focusing on the contents of her shopping bags instead.

"So," she says, trying to change the subject back to more lighthearted topics, "what were you doing at the mall today? Do you go there often?"

Kioko smiled warmly at his words, her heart fluttering slightly at the attention he was giving her. "Oh, that's very sweet of you," she said sincerely. "And perfume, hm? Maybe we can go shopping together sometime and help each other choose something nice." She paused for a moment before adding with a mischievous glint in her eye, "I might even have an idea about where to find the best deals around here."

Her comment caused Tooji's eyes to widen slightly, his gaze falling briefly on Kioko's breasts before snapping back up to meet hers. "Really?" he managed to stammer out. "I'd like that... very much," he said, the words barely audible above the noise of traffic passing nearby.

Stepping even closer now, Tooji reached out a hand and brushed it lightly against Kioko's forearm before quickly retracting it again as if afraid she might disapprove or rebuff his gesture. Her skin felt impossibly soft against the rougher texture of his own hands; her presence seemed to overwhelm him with sensations that were both pleasant and disorienting at the same time. He took a deep breath in an effort to calm himself down before speaking again. "So... you're enjoying being a gyaru then? It suits you."

"Oh, really?" she asked, slightly surprised and flattered by his words. "I'm glad you think so. It's been a bit of an adjustment, but I enjoy it... having this new look, feeling more confident in myself again." She hesitated for a moment before continuing, her voice lowering as she leaned even closer to him. "And if you ever want someone to help you practice with the gyaru style or give advice on where to find the best stuff... I'd be happy to do that too." Her amber eyes flutter shut briefly at her own boldness before reopening, watching his reaction carefully.

As they stand there talking, Tooji feels an almost overpowering attraction toward Kioko. The way she moves, the sound of her voice... everything about her seems to draw him in like a moth to a flame. It's been so long since he's felt this strongly about anyone other than Asami herself, and he knows that he shouldn't be having these thoughts or feelings about his best friend's mother. Still, he finds himself unable to resist the pull as their conversation continues unabated.

"Well," she says finally, breaking the intense silence between them, "I should get going before I'm late for something else. But do keep in touch, all right? Maybe we could even meet up again soon." She smiles brightly at him and extends a hand, waiting for him to shake it before adding with a teasing laugh, "Or better yet... maybe you could give me another tour of the mall sometime?"

Her face falls slightly as she thinks about that, then brightens again. "Well... I can always give you my phone number then," she says with a warm smile, already pulling her phone out of her pocket and typing the numbers in before handing it over to him. She glances down briefly at his crotch before looking back up into his eyes, feeling a surge of power and control course through her veins. "That way we can always keep in touch," she says seductively, taking another step closer so that they're almost standing hip-to-hip now. "Maybe you could even show me around next time... or maybe I could show you something else?" Her voice trails off suggestively as her hand comes to rest on his chest, her fingers idly tracing lazy circles over the fabric of his shirt before slowly beginning to move higher upward, toward his neck.

With each passing moment, Kioko finds herself becoming more emboldened by Tooji's obvious attraction to her. She wonders if perhaps she could use this new-found confidence to not only mend her relationship with Asami but also find something more fulfilling and exciting for herself in the process. The thought sends a thrill of anticipation through her entire body, making it hard for her to resist the urge to explore further what else might be possible between them.

As Tooji looks into her cleavage, Kioko bites her lower lip and arches her back slightly, pressing herself even closer against him. "Oh?" she breathes out teasingly before sliding a hand up his chest until it comes to rest around the back of his neck. With her other hand, she traces lazy circles over his stomach, barely brushing against the growing bulge in his pants that tells her he's as aroused by this as she is. "Perhaps... if you're really that interested..." she begins, leaning even closer until their faces are almost touching, her breath fanning gently across his cheek. "I might be willing to share a few of my secrets with you." Her tone is husky now, practically throbbing with desire.

With each passing moment it grows harder for either of them to pretend that this is merely friendly banter or harmless flirting. The tension between them crackles like electricity in the air, and Kioko knows that sooner rather than later one of them will have to make a move. She wonders if she should be the one to do it... but then again, there's something almost thrilling about playing coy and seeing how far Tooji might go on his own accord.

For now though, she decides to enjoy the moment and see where it leads them both.

While enjoying the kiss that Tooji presses onto her lips, she replies softly but firmly in between their lips connection "Then don't tell her." She moves one of her hands down to caress his hardening crotch through his pants. With a smirk on her face, she pulls away for a moment only to whisper into his ear huskily "Don't you want me to teach you something else right now?"

Kioko moans as he kisses her neck. "Well..." she pauses taking in a deep breath and enjoying the attention he's giving her "...that sounds like a good idea." She glances around the parking lot before looking back at him, slowly running one hand through his hair. "But I don't want to rush... let's take our time getting there," she whispers seductively into his ear.

With that, she starts guiding them both toward a nearby alleyway between two buildings, her hips swaying enticingly with each step as they walk. Her long legs move fluidly beneath the blue jean skirt, accentuating the curves of her butt and thighs even further. The closer they get to their destination, the more aroused both Kioko and Tooji become; it's almost as if they can feel the heat building between them, making every step seem charged with electricity.

As they turn down the alleyway, she glances back over her shoulder at him for a moment, giving him a sultry smile that promises things to come. Then, without another word, she continues walking, leading the way deeper into the darkness of the hidden space behind the buildings.

"Oh, I don't know... maybe," she replies teasingly before guiding him around a corner and pushing him up against the wall of one of the buildings. Her body presses against his, her breasts crushed against his chest while her hips grind suggestively against his crotch. With one hand, she reaches behind her to undo the clasp of her bra before pulling it off and tossing it aside. "How about I just show you how much fun we could have... together?" she whispers huskily into his ear.

Her nipples, now exposed and hardened, brush against his chest as they continue to grind against each other; her movements are slow and sensual, meant to drive them both wild with desire. With each passing moment, the need for release grows more intense within both of them, making it impossible for either of them to pretend this is anything but a primal urge taking over their bodies. The tension between them crackles like electricity as they stare deeply into each other's eyes, daring the other to make the first move.

Kioko arches her back against him, moaning softly at the feel of his lips and hands on her skin. Her fingers dig into his shoulders as she begins to grind against him harder, desperate for release. "Oh God," she gasps out between moans, "that feels so good... don't stop." Her hips move in time with his hand, urging him on as their breath comes in ragged pants. She bites her bottom lip, trying to contain the sounds of pleasure escaping from her throat while she continues to play with one of his nipples through his shirt, teasing and taunting it mercilessly.

Her body feels hot and needy against him; every part of her aching for contact with his skin. She can feel herself growing wetter by the second, the sensation only serving to heighten her arousal further. With each passing moment, she grows more and more certain that this is exactly what she's been missing in her life: someone like Tooji who isn't afraid to take control and show her how good it can feel. She wants nothing more than for him to devour her completely, leaving her satisfied and spent in his wake.

Kioko lets out a sharp moan at his words, arching her back even further against him as he sucks on her neck. Her hips move faster now, circling against the growing hardness behind his pants in search of release. "Oh god... yes," she whispers hoarsely before biting down on her bottom lip again to stifle a cry of pleasure. She reaches between them and tugs at his belt buckle impatiently, freeing him from his pants so that she can wrap her hand around him.

With shaking hands, she begins to stroke him in time with her movements against him. Her amber eyes slide closed as she focuses on the sensations coursing through her body, a soft whimper escaping from between parted lips each time he thrusts into her palm. "Fuck..." she whispers, feeling herself growing dizzy with need. She wants this to last forever, but she can already tell that it's going to be over much too soon if they don't find somewhere more private soon.

Her fingers dig into his skin as she urges him on, her breath coming in ragged gasps against the skin of his neck as their bodies move together in a frenzied dance of desire. With each thrust and moan, Kioko feels herself falling deeper under Tooji's spell; there's no denying that this man knows exactly what he's doing and how to make her feel alive again.

She gasps sharply as he lifts her by the ass and impales her on his cock, feeling him fill her completely with one hard thrust. Her fingers dig into his shoulders as she arches her back, meeting each of his powerful thrusts with an equally passionate push against him. Her body is on fire now, every nerve ending screaming for more of this intense pleasure that he's giving her. She moans his name over and over again, the sound echoing through the alleyway as they fuck each other in the air.

Her hips move with a mind of their own, grinding against him hungrily as she feels herself growing closer to the edge. "Yes..." she breathes out, her words shaky and hoarse. "So good... Tooji... I'm going to..." She pants heavily, every muscle tense with anticipation of her impending release.

He thrusts deeper inside her, hitting something deep within her core that sends shockwaves of pleasure coursing through every inch of her body. Her eyes roll back into her head and she cries out his name as the world begins to spin wildly around them; her fingers curl into fists as she is consumed by the most intense orgasm she's ever experienced. Wave after wave of pleasure washes over her, leaving her weak-kneed and shaking in his arms.

It takes several long moments for Kioko to regain her senses, slowly becoming aware that Tooji hasn't stopped moving the entire time. With a gasp, she realizes he's still fucking her hard and fast against the wall of the building. "Tooji..." she whispers, dazed by both their passion and the afterglow of her orgasm. She tries to meet his thrusts again but finds herself too

down to continue moving with the same intensity she had moments ago. Her lips part in a soft moan as he hits that spot inside her again and again, driving her higher with each thrust. "Yes..." she whispers hoarsely, arching her back off the floor as another powerful orgasm takes hold of her body. With a gasp, she comes apart beneath him, her voice lost to the throes of ecstasy coursing through every inch of her being.

When it finally subsides, she lets out a long, shuddering breath and looks up at him with glazed eyes. "That was..." She struggles for words, unable to find any that could possibly describe what they've just shared. "Amazing," she manages to say finally, her voice barely above a whisper.

Her body feels like it's on fire from the inside out; every touch from him sends shivers of pleasure coursing through her veins. She doesn't want this moment to end... but she knows that sooner or later they'll have to find their way back to reality again. With a sigh, she runs one hand through her messy hair and asks softly, "So... do you still want to meet up with Asami?"

Her cheeks flush a deep red at his words and she giggles nervously before kissing him softly on the lips. "Thank you," she whispers against them, relishing the feeling of being wanted and desired by someone other than Asami for once. The truth is that what they've just shared together has taken her completely by surprise; up until this point, she hadn't even considered the possibility of something like this happening between them.

"So," she says, finally sitting up straight and pulling her bra back on, "where do we go from here?" She glances around them again, wondering how much time has passed since they were supposed to meet Asami earlier tonight. Part of her is tempted to suggest simply calling the girl and telling her what happened... but another part of her doesn't want this night to end yet.

She meets Tooji's eyes, wondering what he wants them to do now... and if there might be more opportunities like this one in their future together.

"Of course," she says with a smile, reaching out to touch his cheek gently. "We can take it slow... but I'd really like to see more of you too." Her gaze drops momentarily as she thinks about everything they've shared today, and the promise of what could still be ahead for them both.

She pulls her phone out of her pocket and texts Asami, letting her know that she's been held up but should be back soon. Once she sends the message, she turns back to Tooji with a mischievous grin on her face. "Now... where were we before all this?" she asks teasingly, arching an eyebrow.

Kioko giggles at his comment and blushes slightly when he spanks her ass. "Yes... maybe we should," she agrees with a wink. She takes his hand in hers and leads him back out into the open parking lot, making sure to keep their bodies angled away from each other so they don't look too suspicious.

As they near where Asami is waiting, Kioko squeezes Tooji's hand reassuringly. "Just act normal," she whispers into his ear before giving him a quick peck on the cheek. "We'll figure out what happens next later." With that, she lets go of his hand and walks over to her daughter with a bright smile on her face, as if nothing out of the ordinary has just taken place between them.