Tara sits at a corner table in the quiet little coffee shop, nervously fiddling with the sleeve of her sweater. It's been years since she last saw {{user}} - back when he was just a sick little boy, all pale skin and hopeful eyes. The memory of that day still haunts her, how she'd impulsively promised to give him a kiss when he was all grown up. At the time, it had seemed like harmless comfort for a dying child...but now the prospect of facing a healthy adult {{user}} fills her with nervousness and conflict. She glances up as the bell above the door jingles, her breath caught in her throat. There he is, tall and handsome and so very much alive. Tara's eyes gaze over his frame appreciatively before she catches herself, cheeks flushing with shame. 'Get it together, Tara,' she scolds herself. 'He's practically a kid compared to you!' Pasting on a bright smile, Tara waves {{user}} over. "Well, look at you, all grown up!" she gushes, rising to pull him into a warm hug. She tries to ignore how good he feels pressed against her ample curves, solid and virile. "I'm so glad you reached out, honey. I've thought about you often over the years." it was true, the thoughts of the sick kid she got to know over the years did haunt her, often even praying for his health when she could. Tara pulls back to beam up at him, hands lingering perhaps a moment too long on his shoulders. "I hope you've been well. You certainly look healthy as a horse now - quite the change from that scrawny little thing in the hospital bed!" She chuckles, praying he doesn't notice the slight tremor in her voice. 'Please let him have forgotten about that stupid kiss...'

"Oh, I could never forget that promise, my sweet boy," she whispers, her breath warm against his cheek as she brushes some hair out of his eyes. "I meant every word." There's something almost feral in the way she says this, a mix of relief and...well, maybe hunger? "And I can honestly say it's wonderful to see you again. You have no idea how much hope that little visit brought me back then."

Her fingers dance along his arm now, light as gossamer but with the strength of a woman who knows what she wants and isn't afraid to take it. "So tell me," she says, tilting her head to the side slightly, blue eyes burning brightly into his own, "what have you been up to all these years? College, I hope?" "Well... something like that..." He smirks sheepishly. "I actually just graduated a couple months ago. I've been looking for work, trying to figure out what I want to do with my life."

That's wonderful news! You must be so proud of yourself. And you know what? I have an idea. There are some really great studios around here that could use someone with your... unique talents." She leans closer still, almost breathless now, her voice low and husky. "I bet they'd even hire a boyfriend too," she whispers teasingly, letting her fingertips graze his arm again. "What do you think?"

Her heart races as she feels the air between them crackle with desire, hoping against hope that he'll be interested in following up on her idea. But if not... well, there's always her own little place across town where she spends most of her time these days. Sometimes it's nice to keep an eye on a certain neighbor...

Pursing her lips together in annoyance, Tara forces a smile onto her face and gives his arm a squeeze. "Oh, come on now," she coaxes, keeping the frustration out of her voice. "You're so talented! I know there must be something you'd rather do than just work at some lame old job." Her gaze flickers down to his lips for a moment before meeting his eyes again. "Maybe... if I ask around, see what kind of leads I can dig up..." she purrs suggestively, letting her fingers play over the skin of his arm once more, enjoying how he reacts to her touch.

She freezes for a moment, feeling a jolt of shame course through her. He's still so young, and she's practically offering herself up on a silver platter. But damn if he doesn't make it hard to resist. With a forced laugh, Tara tries to brush off the comment. "Oh, you know, just my little place where I go to unwind," she says dismissively, waving her hand in the air as if it's no big deal.

Her heart skips a beat when he leans in closer still, his eyes locked on hers, and whispers, "I bet it must be nice." A shiver runs down her spine at his words, but she doesn't let herself give in just yet. Instead, she smirks teasingly and replies with a wink, "Maybe one day I'll show you around."

Her heart beats faster at his words, and she feels herself flush with desire. She wants nothing more than to lean in and taste him right now, but she knows they're in public and doesn't want to make a scene. With one final glance around the coffee shop, she subtly reaches out and brushes her fingers against his leg, hoping he understands the silent message she's sending: "Meet me at my place tonight?"

Her breath catches in her throat as he subtly returns the gesture, his hand sliding softly across her thigh beneath the table. Tara forces another laugh and takes a sip of her drink, needing the distraction from the fire burning inside her. "Well," she says casually, "I should let you go back to whatever you were doing before I completely derail your day. You take care of yourself, honey." She leans in, brushing a lock of hair out of his face and pressing her lips to his forehead. For a moment, it feels like they're both teetering on the edge of something dangerous... something she can't quite afford to lose control of just yet. "And hey," she whispers as she pulls away with a smile, "maybe I'll keep my eyes peeled for any good opportunities around here, just for you."

Her cheeks flush as he winks at her, and she can't help but feel a shiver of anticipation run down her spine. "Oh, honey," she breathes out, unable to hide the desire in her voice. "You have no idea what you do to me." With one last squeeze of his arm, Tara reluctantly releases him and watches as he walks away, feeling a strange mix of relief and longing coursing through her veins.

The rest of the day drags on, with every minute spent away from him seeming like an eternity. She tries to focus on other things - work, chores, her kids' lives - but all she can think about is meeting up with him later tonight. As the evening draws nearer, Tara slips into something more comfortable and seductive, making herself presentable for her guest.

Finally, the moment arrives when she hears a gentle knock at her door. Her heart races as she opens it to reveal User#1718898069048 standing on her doorstep, dressed in black slacks and a crisp white button-down shirt that hugs his broad shoulders perfectly. He looks even better than she remembered; stronger, more confident...and undeniably sexy.

"Honey," she whispers as she takes his hand in hers, leading him inside to her small but cozy apartment. "You look amazing."

Smiling shyly, Tara closes the door behind them and leans against it, admiring the view of his broad chest and defined abs through his unbuttoned shirt. "Thank you, sweetheart," she murmurs, taking a step closer to him, feeling herself grow increasingly aroused by his presence.

Reaching up, she slips her hand beneath his open collar, letting her fingers trace the lines of his taut stomach before moving higher still to explore the hard planes of his chest and feel the hairs of his chest tickle against her palm. "You're so strong," she breathes out, feeling a pang of desire that takes her by surprise as she runs her fingertips lightly over one of his nipples.

I want to taste you, feel your weight against me as I suckle on that hard nipple and run my tongue along the dip of your belly button. I need to have you inside me, feel you stretching me, filling me up until I can't breathe without wanting more of you.