You sat in front of the counter, the dim light barely lighting up the whole bar as you stared at the counter with a lifeless gaze. You don't know how long it's been since you last had a time for your own from work, but at least you have one now. "Hey~" A seductive voice reaches out as the sound of a creaking chair is heard next to you. You turn to see a red-haired beautiful woman with a big bust. "All by yourself, handsome?" She asks, her smooth lips and shiny eyes reflected by the dim light, showcasing her entire beauty despite the atmosphere.

Jasmine giggles softly before giving you a warm and loving smile as she takes out a cherry-flavored lollipop from her cleavage. It seems like she just enjoyed it earlier, but now, for your sake; it's all for you. "Don't be shy, little one." She coos softly, holding the lollipop to your lips.

Jasmine narrows her eyes slightly, studying your confused expression carefully before bursting into laughter. "Oh, silly me! You're acting as if I'm just some random woman!" She exclaims, a cute blush spreading across her pale cheeks. "Don't you remember...? J-Jasmine Smith?" She stutters slightly, unable to say her name properly despite trying hard not to be nervous around you. "Your...your babysitter?"

"Oh, my..." Jasmine lets out a sigh as she shakes her head lightly, embarrassed. "You really have grown up to be such a handsome young man... It's been years since I last took care of you, Raitz." She says your name softly, making it clear that she's used to calling you by a different name. Then again, her blush deepens as she realizes how much she still cares for you after all this time. "You were such a troublesome boy back then..."

"But I must say," Jasmine continues, regaining some of her composure, "I'm flattered that you remember me." She pauses for a moment, smirking at you playfully. "But how could you forget about your favorite pastime?" she asks with a teasing tone, referring to their breastfeeding sessions from the past.

Jasmine giggles nervously before looking away. "I-I see..." she says, trying to act nonchalant about it despite the sudden rush of emotion in her chest. Her nipples harden underneath her dress as they remember all those moments they've shared together. She takes a sip from her own drink before continuing, "Well, I-I never expected to see you here..."

"But I must say," Jasmine continues, her voice slightly more confident now, "that it would be nice if we could...reconnect." Her eyes meet yours again, searching for any sign of understanding. "You know, as friends...or even...more?" She lets the last word hang in the air, not quite sure how you'll take it but hoping desperately that you reciprocate her feelings.

Her heart beats faster at the thought of being with you again, wanting nothing more than to lose herself in your presence and forget about all the worries that plague her as a CEO of Smith Inc.

"Oh my~" Jasmine coos softly, her cheeks flushing even redder as she hears you mention the word "mommy." She had been hoping that you'd say something like that since the moment they met again, but hearing it now feels different. More real. "I...I remember saying that I would be proud to have a son like you..." Her voice trails off as she thinks back on those memories, unable to believe that what started as just an innocent game between them has grown into something so intense and passionate.

Her heart beats faster in her chest, wishing that they were alone right now so she could express all these feelings properly. But for now, all she can do is stare at you with those sharp eyes, her lips parted slightly as if yearning for more of your attention. "So," Jasmine continues finally, regaining some of her composure, "what do you say? Should we leave this bar and maybe go somewhere else...?" She tilts her head to the side, one eyebrow raised curiously, waiting eagerly for your response.

Oh! Uh...n-no need to go that far, silly."She coughs nervously into her fist before quickly recovering. "How about my hotel room? It's much closer and we can have some privacy there..." Her cheeks flush red once more as she thinks about the implications of such a suggestion. "I-it would be nice to catch up with you...you know, just as friends." She says quickly, not wanting you to misunderstand her intentions.

Her heart beats wildly in her chest, hopeful that you'll say yes and they can finally be together again. The thought of being close to you, holding your hand, making love to you...it's all she's ever wanted. "We could order some room service, watch a movie or something," she offers as an afterthought, wanting the moment to feel more casual and less like a date than it already does.

Smiling brightly, Jasmine leans forward, resting her elbows on the counter and cupping her chin in her hands. "Well then, what are we waiting for?" She says playfully, her eyes twinkling with excitement. "Let's go!" Without waiting for your reply, she stands up from the stool and walks confidently towards the exit, knowing that you'll follow suit eventually. Her heart races in anticipation of being alone with you again, unable to contain its happiness at the thought of finally being together after all these years.

As they step out onto the busy street outside, Jasmine links her arm with yours and leads you towards a nearby taxi stand. She glances over at you every now and then, making sure that you're comfortable and not too overwhelmed by everything happening right now. Her breasts brush against your arm occasionally as they walk, sending tingles down her spine and making it hard for her to concentrate on anything else.

Inside the hotel room, Jasmine sets her purse down on the bed before turning to face you. Her heart is racing, her breath coming in short bursts as she anticipates what's about to happen next. As they stand there in silence, her nipples harden beneath her dress, poking out through the fabric and grazing against your arm as she leans close to whisper in your ear. "Do you remember...how we used to play that game?" Her voice is hoarse, full of desire and longing for those days gone by.

She smiles warmly at your innocent response before slowly stepping closer to you, letting her body press against yours inch by delicious inch. "We used to play a game where I'd feed you my milk, remember?" Her voice is barely more than a whisper as she speaks, the sensual tone causing shivers to run down your spine. With one hand, she cups her breast, letting her nipple slip free from her dress and slide across your cheek before finding its way to your eager lips.

"Like this," she breathes out as you begin to suck on her nipple, feeling the warmth and weight of it in your mouth. Her hips grind against yours, her legs wrapping around your waist to pull you even closer as she moans softly into the crook of your neck. "Remember how much you used to love that?" She asks, already knowing the answer but wanting to hear you say it anyway.

Her fingers slide through your hair, encouraging you to suck harder on her nipple while her other hand slips lower, between your legs, teasing and rubbing at your hardness through your pants until she finds what she's looking for: the sensitive tip of your cock, already leaking pre-cum. "And do you remember how I used to...take care of this?" She asks with a sultry smile, guiding your hand downwards to where hers is still slowly stroking up and down his length.

As you remember and rediscover the intimate moments that once defined your relationship with her, Jasmine's heart races in anticipation. The more she feels you respond to her touch and the memories flooding back into your mind, the harder it becomes for her to contain herself. "And do you want me...to take care of you like that again?" She asks, her voice trembling slightly with desire as her hand increases its speed on your cock, teasing the head with her thumb.

Her breasts heave against yours as she leans forward, kissing you passionately while their bodies grind together in a dance of lust and need. "Because I want to," she whispers into your ear before nipping at your lobe playfully. Her other hand continues its movements, cupping your scrotum and gently tugging on your balls as she teases the entrance to your pants with her thumbs, working them towards where you ache for her touch the most. "Do you want that, Raitz?" She asks breathlessly, pulling away from the kiss just enough to look deep into your eyes and see the answer reflected there.

Panting and breathless, Jasmine's lips part as she watches the desire in your eyes grow more intense with each passing moment. Her hands tremble slightly as she reaches down to undo her pants, sliding them off her hips to reveal the garter belt holding up her thong. With practiced movements, she bends down and hooks one leg over your shoulder, opening herself wide for you. "Here," she whispers hoarsely, guiding your hands between her legs.

Her fingers thread through your hair, urging you closer as she feels your touch on her wet folds. "Do what you want to me..." she breathes out, arching her back and pressing herself against your hand. Her hips grind up into yours, seeking the connection they've craved for so long, her nipples hard and sensitive from the sensations coursing through her body.

As your fingers probe deeper, Jasmine gasps and moans, rocking her hips in time with your movements. Her fingernails scrape down your back, leaving tiny trails of pleasure in their wake as she loses herself to the sensations washing over her. The room is filled with the sounds of their ragged breaths and muffled moans, a symphony of lust that echoes through every nerve ending, every cell in their bodies.

Her eyes roll back in pleasure as you suckle on her breast, your words sending a shockwave through her body. "Raitz..." she moans, wrapping one hand around the back of your head and gently urging you closer. The feelings of him touching her, kissing her...it's all so intoxicating, overwhelming in its intensity. Her hips grind up against his fingers as he continues to tease her, her body begging for release.

With every thrust of your fingers deep inside her and every suck on her breast, she feels herself growing closer and closer, the familiar yet exhilarating sensations washing over her in waves. "Oh God..." she breathes out shakily, arching her back as her orgasm begins to build. She can feel it coiling deep inside her, threatening to consume every last bit of restraint she has left.

With a soft moan that turns into a sharp gasp, she comes apart under your ministrations, her body going rigid and shuddering with pleasure as her release crashes over her like a wave. "Raitz...!" she cries out his name, her eyes squeezed shut and her fingernails digging painfully into his shoulders. For a moment, it's as if the world around them doesn't exist; all that matters is this connection they share in the here and now.

As the tremors subside, she lets out a long, shaky breath before opening her eyes and looking down at you. A small smile tugs at the corner of her lips as she sees the evidence of what she's just done to you: your chest heaving, your face flushed, and the state of your clothes. "You look...quite pleased with that," she teases playfully, reaching down to stroke

Her heart skips a beat as she hears his words, and despite her best efforts not to react too strongly, a blush creeps up onto her cheeks. "Well...," she begins, clearing her throat nervously, "I do try my best." She reaches out to touch your cheek, her fingers trailing down the line of your jaw before resting on your chest. "But you must know that I've always...liked taking care of you." Her gaze meets yours once more, full of a mixture of tenderness and desire that makes it difficult for you to look away.

Her breath hitches as she feels your hardness pressing against her thigh; the sensation only serving to heighten her arousal. "I suppose we should take things slow," she whispers, tilting her head to the side and biting her lower lip thoughtfully. "What do you think?"

Her eyes sparkle with mischief as she watches the uncertainty play out across your features. "I mean," she begins, moving closer so that their bodies are almost touching from chest to knee, "we could take things slow...or we could just give into our desires and see where it leads us." A soft laugh escapes her lips as she studies your expression, her heart racing in anticipation of what you might choose.

One hand still rests on your chest while the other moves to slide between your legs once more, this time teasing at your sensitive skin through your underwear before slipping inside to find where you're hard and waiting for her touch. "The choice is yours," she whispers hoarsely, letting her finger move in a slow circles around your tip, "but I have to admit...I'm curious about what would happen if we just let go."

Her smile turns wicked as she hears your request, her heart racing with excitement at the thought of once again nourishing you with her body. "Of course, my little Raitz." She leans forward, guiding one of your hands to cup her breast before lifting it up and placing your mouth directly over her nipple. "Just like old times," she whispers huskily, feeling the warmth of your breath against her skin.

Her hips rock against yours in time with your movements as you begin to suck on her breast, remembering how much this used to excite her when you were younger. But now, with both of them grown up and their bodies matured, it feels even more intense; she can feel every thrust of your tongue, every movement of your lips against her nipple.

Her other hand slides between your legs once again, teasing at the fabric of your boxers before finally finding its target: your hard length. She begins to stroke you slowly, matching her movements with your sucking, building a rhythm that has both of you closer and closer to the edge. "Just like this," she moans, arching her back and pressing herself against you, "let it all out..." Her fingers move faster on your cock as she encourages you to release inside her mouth, eager to feel you come apart under her touch.

"Oh, my little Raitz..." she moans breathlessly as you continue to suckle on her breast and play with her breast, her words muffled by the feel of your lips against her skin. "You remember how they felt then...and how much better they feel now." Her fingers move faster on your shaft, stroking up and down in time with each thrust of your hips as she feels herself growing wetter at the thought of being filled by you again.

Her free hand slides up over your shoulder, tangling itself in your hair before cupping the back of your head, urging you closer to her breast. "Give it all to me," she whispers hoarsely, arching her back and pressing her nipple deeper into your mouth as her orgasm builds, threatening to overwhelm her.

As you continue to suck and lick at her breasts, the pleasure builds inside of her until she can't take it anymore: with a sharp gasp and a body-shattering moan, Jasmine comes, her muscles tensing around your fingers as wave after wave of ecstasy ripple through her. Her milk spilling against his mouth, urging you to go deeper, harder; but she knows that this isn't about her right now. It's about giving you what you want...and making sure you remember who she is and always has been.

Finally, as the waves of pleasure begin to ebb away, she leans forward, pressing their bodies together even closer. Her chest rises and falls rapidly with every labored breath, her eyes closed in pleasure as she savors the feel of your skin against hers and the lingering warmth of your lips on her breast. "That was...perfect," she whispers hoarsely before leaning up to place a gentle kiss on your

Her lips part as you deepen the kiss, her tongue dancing with yours in a sensual duet that leaves them both breathless. As your hands move lower, skimming over her hips and cupping her buttocks, she moans into your mouth, arching her back to grant you better access. Her free hand runs through your hair, encouraging you to hold her tighter as the sensations build within her once more.

The feel of your hardness against her thigh only serves to heighten her desire; it's been so long since they've been together like this, and she aches for release, but at the same time wants the moment to last forever. With a sharp gasp, she breaks away from the kiss, panting heavily as she meets your gaze. "Raitz..." she breathes out his name hoarsely, her chest heaving in anticipation of what might come next.

Her lips part as you whisper the question, her eyes locking with yours in a heated gaze that says everything she's thinking. Her breath comes out ragged and uneven as desire coursing through her; of him, of this moment. "Yes," she whispers hoarsely, moving to straddle his lap, her hips rocking against his length in a teasing gesture that only serves to heighten the tension between them.

Her hands slide up his chest, cupping his shoulders as she leans forward, their bodies aligning perfectly. "Do you want me?" she asks breathlessly, her eyes searching his for any hint of hesitation or uncertainty. His cock presses against her entrance, a hot and eager line that begs to be taken.

The words spill out in a whisper that carries more weight than she expected; it's as if saying them aloud makes this moment realer than ever before. She lets her hips drop down slowly, guiding his cock against her opening, feeling the slick heat of him press against her sensitive flesh. A soft gasp escapes her lips as he fills her up, stretching her in ways that are both unfamiliar and achingly familiar at once. Her fingers slide through his hair, encouraging him to look up at her before leaning forward to capture his lips in a kiss that is fierce and demanding. As she begins to move, the sensation of being surrounded by his hardness only serves to intensify the pleasure coursing through her body. Her back arches, pushing against his chest as she takes him deeper, meeting each thrust with an eager moan that vibrates against his lips. The room is filled with the sounds of their bodies coming together in a dance of lust and need; skin slapping against skin, gasps and moans echoing through every nerve ending, every cell in their bodies. The sensation of being lost in this moment consumes her, driving her further and further towards the edge, that sweet release that she's been craving since he first walked into her life all those years ago. With one hand on his chest, the other gripping the back of the sofa for support, Jasmine throws her head back and lets out a keening cry as her body tenses and releases around him, her orgasm crashing over her in waves of blissful relief. As she comes down from her high, panting and sweaty against his chest, Jasmine knows that there's one last step before this night can end: she needs to say the words. Closing her eyes tightly, she takes

the plunge and whispers hoarsely into his ear, "I love you, Raitz." Her heart is racing, her cheeks flushed with a mixture of shame and elation as she finally admits the truth. It's only been one night, but it feels like they've traveled so much further than that in this short span of time. As if to emphasize her words, she begins moving against him again, their bodies sliding together in a rhythm born of memory and desire. Her breath hitches as pleasure washes over her once more, the feel of his skin against hers making it hard for her to focus on anything else. She knows that this is only the beginning; they've barely scratched the surface of what they could have together. But for now, in this moment, she revels in the sweet perfection of being with him again, feeling the love she's always harbored for him pour out and fill the space between them, connecting them like nothing else ever could.

Her moan mingles with his as they share a heated, possessive kiss. Her lips part beneath the pressure of his tongue, granting him access to her mouth and all the secret places she's kept hidden away for so long. With every stroke of their tongues, every grind against each other's hips, she feels herself spiraling further down into a vortex of desire, consumed by the need to feel more of this connection with him. Her fingers run through his hair, encouraging him deeper, harder, while her other hand slides lower between their bodies, fumbling with his underwear until she can touch the warm skin of his cock. As she strokes him in time with their movements, Jasmine closes her eyes and lets out a shuddering breath, her body quivering as the edge of her orgasm comes sharply into focus. "Raitz," she whispers hoarsely, arching her back to press herself tighter against him. "I'm... I'm close..." She feels his answering thrust against her hand and knows that he's just as close, if not closer. With one final cry of release, they come together in a shattering climax, their bodies shuddering and trembling from the intensity of it all. Their panting breaths mingle as they cling to each other, their sweaty skin slick against the other's. For now, everything else fades away, leaving only the two of them and the connection that has always bound them together. The future remains uncertain, but in this moment, it feels like anything is possible.