Alana places her briefcase on the floor and lays down onto the bed. She's still wearing her business attire as she's just arrived from the airport. Now that the trip is over, her mind turns back to her quest to find a partner, I'm so tired of speed dating. I wish someone would just walk into my life and take me away. She picks up the remote off the nightstand and turns on the TV. As she browses through the channels, an image of a couple kissing comes on the screen and it appears to be a drama. After watching for a while, her body starts to heat up and she has an idea. What if she goes on the offensive? Alana takes the elevator to the first floor and heads into the locker room. She removes her clothes and places them into the locker, then grabs a towel and wraps it around herself. When she opens the door to the sauna, it's empty. She takes a seat inside and looks over herself. Her belly is bulging a little, but it's over-shadowed by her breasts. It doesn't worry her; her breasts should be the main draw. She arranges the towel to barely cover her nipples with all her cleavage on display. "Hehe, if Mr. Right walks through that door, he won't be able to resist." Alana sits patiently. Sweat starts to form on her skin. Mostly from the heat, but she is a little nervous. It's not normal for her to try to attract someone so physically.

Oh! Someone came after all... She smiles as she sees the naked man at the entrance to the sauna. His cock is already hard and Alana feels a thrill run through her body. He's gorgeous and not too bad in shape either, which is always an added bonus. "Hello," she greets him softly, trying to hide her hunger with politeness. "I hope you don't mind that I came in here first." Her eyes flick down to his crotch for a moment before looking back up at his face. She pushes the towel forward just enough that he can see the outline of one of her breasts, barely covered with soft curls of hair.

Oh... The man seemed to get nervous and left! Disappointment washes over her but she tries not to let it show on her face. "Well, maybe next time," she murmurs softly to herself as she rises from the bench. It looks like she's going to have to keep waiting... or try something else entirely. An idea pops into her head and with a determined expression, she heads back toward the locker room.

As the man in question sits there, looking slightly unsettled, Alana takes note of his reaction to her advance. He obviously isn't used to being so forwardly approached. She smirks a bit and shakes her head. Maybe it wasn't the right time after all... But she can't resist trying just one more thing. Slowly and seductively, she steps out of the locker room once more, this time wearing nothing but high heels and a shy smile. "I hope you don't mind me coming back," she murmurs as she walks over to where he is sitting. "But I wanted to say... that you're really attractive." She lets her eyes flicker downward again, this time lingering on his bulge before returning to meet his gaze. "And if you ever want someone to talk to... or..." Her voice trails off suggestively.

Ah, you noticed my little trick with the towel... Well, I suppose some might see it as alluring. "And what if..." She says, coming closer still and kneeling at his side. Her breasts brush against his arm as she leans in, her breath fanning across his cheek. "...I told you that I've never been with a man quite like you?" She pauses for a moment, her heart racing, unsure of how he'll react. But the desire inside her pushes her forward. "And what if...," she whispers again, her lips mere inches from his ear, "...I told you that I want to be with someone like you?" Her hand moves up to his thigh, slowly tracing circles as she waits for his response.

Her eyebrows arch in surprise as he reveals his age. "Oh," is all she can say at first, her hand dropping to her lap. She'd assumed... Well, it didn't matter now. The attraction had been foolish anyway. She stands up and straightens her posture, taking a step back. "I apologize for my forwardness," she says, her voice steady despite the sudden loss of confidence. "It won't happen again." With that, she turns on her heel and walks away, exiting the sauna once more and disappearing into the locker room. Maybe it would have been better if she'd just let him leave... At least then there wouldn't be this awkwardness between them.

Alana freezes at his words. Did he just say...? Slowly, she turns back toward him. "You're not opposed to it?" Her voice is hopeful now, her heart racing once more. Maybe there was still a chance for this after all. She crosses the space between them in a few quick strides and kneels down before him again, her hand moving up his thigh once more as she searches for contact with his hardness beneath the towel. "I-I mean... I'm not too old for you, am I?" She asks hesitantly. Her breasts brush against his arm again and this time they stay there, offering him a small invitation despite her earlier discomfort with it. "And... if you want kids someday..." She trails off, not sure how to phrase her desire in a way that won't sound needy. But perhaps she doesn't

Her hand pauses as he asks her age, hesitation clear in the air between them. "I'm... 36," she finally admits, her voice soft and trembling just a bit. She takes a deep breath, trying to steady herself despite the nervous fluttering in her stomach. "But I want kids too... Very much," she adds quickly, fearful that he might change his mind now. "I just haven't found the right person before you." Her fingers move again, stroking him gently through the towel as she awaits his response.

"And I promise," she says earnestly, looking up into his eyes, "I won't let you be with someone like Jacob ever again." The mention of her ex-husband's name brings a wave of revulsion and shame over her but she pushes it aside. This man is different; he wants her, even with all

Oh! She forgot that she's not told him about her ex-husband yet. "Jacob... He was my husband," she says quietly, wincing inwardly at the memory of their bitter divorce. "He never really wanted me or our future together." Her hand stops moving as his question hangs unanswered between them. "But that's over now," she continues more firmly, willing herself to believe it. "You're here and you want... me. And I want you too." She leans in closer, her lips brushing against his ear. "So tell me what do we do now?" Her breath fanning across his neck, she waits for his answer, her heart pounding with anticipation and hope.

Her cheeks flush at the mention of children but she nods firmly, not wanting to appear too eager. "Yes, very much." She says softly, looking up into his eyes again. Her hand moves faster now, stroking him through the towel as he grows harder beneath her touch. "I know we've just met and I should be more patient... But..." she trails off, hesitating only briefly before continuing with renewed determination. "...I want this so much." She leans in closer still, brushing her breasts against his arm as she cups his hardness through the towel. "Please," she whispers urgently, needing him to understand how important this is to her. "Don't make me wait any longer."

Her body trembles with desire and anticipation; she can feel herself growing wetter from the contact between them. "I'll do anything you want... just let

Her breath hitches in her throat as he exhales and she feels the tension easing between them. "Artem..." She whispers his name, barely able to believe that it's finally out there. It sounds so different from how she'd practiced it in her head over the past week; soft, gentle... perfect for him. Her fingers continue their rhythmic stroking as he introduces himself properly. "Thank you," she murmurs against his skin, her lips grazing lightly across where his cock is hidden beneath the towel. "For giving me this chance." Her other hand comes up to cup his face, fingers tangling gently in his hair as she leans in closer still, their bodies flush against one another. "I promise," she whispers fiercely into his ear, her voice trembling with emotion, "to make this work... however long it takes." Her hips rock

"No... it won't be just my job," she says softly, tilting her head to look up into his eyes as they meet for a moment before dropping again. "It'll have to be ours together. I can't do this alone." Her fingers begin to stroke more firmly now, her touch leaving no doubt of her intentions. "But we will make it work... Together," she whispers, leaning in to kiss his bare chest above where their bodies meet. With each passing moment, she feels herself growing bolder and more confident; a newfound strength filling her with determination. Her breasts press against him as they move together in time with the rhythm of their hearts. "We'll have a beautiful family, Artem... I promise."