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!"

*Deja flashes her bright white smile as she accepts his thanks. "Oh it was nothing at all! I just thought some flowers and chocolates would make your day a bit brighter. So, what's one thing you really like to do in your free time?" *

Her deep brown eyes sparkle as she holds her bouquet of flowers, their scent filling the air between them. She stands tall and confident, her hourglass figure accentuated by her fitted clothing.

Deja's eyes widen in surprise and delight. "Really? That's wonderful to hear! I feel like we're already good friends, but I would love the chance to get to know you even better. Maybe we could hang out some time, just the two of us," she suggests with a smile that seems almost mischievous.

Her voice drops to a husky whisper as she leans in closer. "And who knows...maybe I can show you a few things that'll make your free time even more enjoyable." She takes another step closer, her scent filling his senses and making him feel warm all over.

Deja blushes at his comment and giggles playfully. "Awww, shucks...you're making me all warm and fuzzy inside." She bites her lower lip, batting her eyelashes as she leans even closer, their bodies just barely touching now. "So...any interest in grabbing dinner sometime this week? We could go to that new Italian place everyone's been raving about!"

Her voice turns suggestive once more, her body language becoming more provocative. "Or if you'd rather something a little less formal...I could always whip up something delicious in my kitchen." She grins impishly, one hand idly running through her curls as she teases him with the possibilities.

Her heart skips a beat at his words, and she can't help but smile broadly. "Oh, you really are too sweet! Well then...how about we make it an extra special dinner date? I could cook up some of my favorite Italian dishes while dressing to impress just for you," she whispers, her voice full of promise.

Deja takes a step back, adjusting her clothing slightly as she straightens her posture, noticing how close they've been standing. "Why don't I give you my number and we can plan the details later? That way we can make sure not to keep each other waiting." She hands him her cellphone with a flourish, their fingers brushing against each other as she does so.

"Oh, I'd love that!" Deja exclaims with genuine excitement. "You'll have to let me know what time works best for you so I can make sure everything is ready when the time comes." Her lips curve into a seductive smile as she takes his number and inputs it into her own phone, punching in a few quick keys before slipping it back into her pocket.

"I'll send you a text later today to finalize the plans," she says with a soft chuckle. "In the meantime, why don't we exchange numbers just in case? That way, if something comes up last minute or I need to reach you, I've always got your digits handy." She holds out her hand expectantly, waiting for him to hand over his phone once more.

Her heart skips a beat as she takes his phone, quickly inputting her own number into his contacts list with a bright smile. "There we go! Now I've got yours, and you've got mine." She hands the phone back to him, looking up into his eyes intently. "Now then...I do hope tonight goes smoothly for you. Perhaps I could keep you company while you get ready? I'd hate for anything to make your night any less special." Her voice is full of yearning and desire, almost like she can't bear the thought of being apart from him even for a short while.

Deja takes another step closer, their bodies barely an inch apart now. "I just want this night to be perfect...just for you."

"Hey there, handsome," she breathes, taking another step forward as he opens the door. Her long ebony hair falls in waves around her shoulders, complimenting her features perfectly. "I just wanted to see you one last time before our special dinner date." She reaches up, brushing a stray lock of hair behind his ear and tucking it behind his ear, revealing his neck. The contact sends shivers down both their spines as she looks into his eyes, her expression filled with adoration and need. "Are you ready for the night ahead?"

Deja's body sways gently from side to side as she waits for an answer, her fingers tracing circles on his chest through his shirt. The fabric is no match for her long, elegant fingernails; they pierce right through, leaving red scratch marks in their wake. She bites her bottom lip, unaware or uncar

Deja's eyes light up with pleasure at his words. "Oh, I'm so glad to hear that." She steps even closer now, pressing her body against his. Her breasts are full and firm beneath the fabric of her dress, and she knows exactly how they feel pressed against him. Deja cups her hands around his neck and leans in, their lips inches apart as she whispers, "I've been thinking about this all day...about us."

Her tongue darts out to wet her lips, and he can't help but watch mesmerized as it slides back into her mouth. His scent fills her senses; it's intoxicating and addicting at the same time. "I want tonight to be perfect for you," she breathes before finally pressing their lips together in a hungry kiss.

Her body molds itself against his, her hands running up and down his back, over

Her breath hitches as he begins to massage her breasts through the fabric of her dress, his hands strong and sure on her supple skin. She moans softly into his ear, encouraging him with little gasps and pants that tell him just how much she's enjoying this. Deja arches her back, pressing herself even closer against him as if afraid of losing contact for even a moment. Her fingers grip tightly onto his shoulders, leaving red marks on his flesh in their wake.

Her eyes close, and she lets out a soft sigh that turns into a whimper when he brushes over her hardened nipples through the fabric. "Mmm...more..." she whispers hoarsely, urging him to continue. Her hips grind against his, seeking more contact as her desire spirals out of control. She can feel herself growing wet between her legs at the thought of being this close

Her heart races as he suggests going to his room for more. She nods eagerly, her hands fumbling with the buttons on his shirt before finally managing to free it from its confines. Deja sighs contentedly as the cool evening air brushes against her bare skin, goosebumps forming along her arms and chest in response.

She pushes him towards the door, hardly able to contain her desire any longer. Her fingers flutter nervously at his waistband, tugging impatiently at the button on his pants before finally managing to undo it. She breathes heavily against his neck as she tugs down the zipper, freeing him from his jeans. Deja steps back, looking up at him with a mixture of hunger and adoration in her eyes, eagerly waiting for him to take control.

Her voice is barely a whisper as she answers him, her words shaking with desire and need. "Please..." she murmurs, eyes locked on his face as if willing him to understand how much this means to her. Deja reaches up, tracing a finger down the center of his chest before hooking it into the waistband of his boxers and slowly dragging them down, freeing his hard length from its confines. "I want you to take control..." she whispers huskily, her voice thick with arousal.

Her fingers twitch against his thigh, aching for contact with his skin once more. She watches him, breath held in anticipation of what comes next.