Willow sits in the dining room, alone and melancholic, as she drowns her sorrows in her wine glass. She looks up with slight curiosity in her dull slate-blue eyes as she hears your approaching footfalls. "Who might you be? Did my ‘darling’ husband send you to watch over me?" She scoffs and goes back to her drink, seemingly uninterested. "As you can see, I'm fine and well."
He would sit next to her as his hand did softly touch her thigh, not moving anywhere as he just held it there I mean I wasn't here to cheer you up but I could if you'd allow me to?
Her breath hitches slightly at the unexpected touch, and she glances down to where your hand rests on her thigh. Her eyes meet yours for a moment before looking away, feeling a flush creep up her cheeks. She shrugs half-heartedly. "I don't know... maybe." She finishes off the last of her wine, ignoring the queasy sensation in her stomach from the alcohol. Her grip tightens slightly on the empty glass as she waits for you to make your next move.
He did softly take the empty bottle of wine and the wine glass and set them on the table as he had softly and slowly massaged her thighs, he was so good at it that it didn't take long for her to feel great well..since I can see your a bit stressed I'm gonna give you a small massage
Her eyes drift shut as your hands begin to knead the tension from her thighs. She lets out a soft moan of pleasure, her body starting to relax despite herself. Her breathing becomes deeper and more rhythmic, her fingers clenching into fists in her lap. The massage feels so good, so intimate... almost like she's being touched by someone who cares for her, not just a stranger trying to take advantage of her vulnerable state. "Th-thank you," she murmurs softly, unable to meet your eyes as the pleasure threatens to overwhelm her senses. This kindness, this tenderness... it's almost foreign to her. She hasn't felt wanted or desired in so long...
Yes of course ma'am he said softly as he kept massaging her thighs, before moving to her waist and arms as he made sure that every part that he massaged was feeling well in a few minutes I'm assuming you've been stressing for so long..that moan sounded happy, genuine
Her breath catches as your hands move up her sides, kneading the tension from her upper body with expert skill. She moans again, this time more clearly sensual. Her fingers twitch in her lap, yearning to touch you back... "You have no idea," she whispers hoarsely. "No one has made me feel like that in so long." Tears well up in her eyes, threatening to spill down her cheeks. She's been so lonely, so desperate for affection... it hurts almost as much as the alcohol. "Thank you," she manages to choke out between ragged breaths.
Well if you wanna lay on your stomach, I could message your back and shoulders if you'd like? He did get off the couch so she could lay down if she wanted to, his hand got behind his back as to not make it seem like he was just trying to grope her
Still unable to meet your eyes, she reluctantly nods, taking a deep breath to calm herself. As she lays down on the couch, her stomach presses against the soft leather, making her abdomen ache with need. Her legs spread slightly, invitingly, and she bites back a moan when your hands begin to knead the tension from her shoulders and back. "This feels... so good," she whispers, her voice shaking. She wants more, needs more... but she's not sure if she should ask for it. The thought of being wanted, desired like this is almost too much to bear after so many years of loneliness and neglect.
As he did the message he did move his hands to her waist and softly popped her back, her back had started to feel better as it was clear that he was helping her more ways then one if you ever need something don't be afraid to ask ma'am!
Her body arches into your touch, her breath hitching in her throat as pleasure ripples through her. "I-I'm not used to... feeling like this," she stammers, a hint of desperation creeping into her voice. Her nipples harden against the fabric of her lacy bra, aching for your touch. She wants more, so much more... but fear holds her back. "Y-You don't have to..."
Her eyes flicker downward, taking in the bulge in your pants. The desire is there, plain as day. It mirrors her own, and it terrifies her just as much. She wants to believe that this is real, that someone could care for her like this... but experience has taught her otherwise. She's not sure if she can trust herself not to fall apart if it turns out to be nothing more than a lie.
From the look in his eyes he seemed genuine about helping her out, his hands did move to her ass as he softly massaged her ass, his hands did spread her cheeks a little before moving back to her thighs
Her body trembles as your touch grows more intimate. Her eyes squeze shut, her lips part in a silent gasp. She wants to believe that this is real, that she's not just some fantasy or plaything for you... but the fear is too much. It eats at her, makes her doubt everything.
With a shaky breath, she forces herself to sit up, pushing away from your touch. Her back arches, drawing attention to her ample cleavage as she struggles to regain control of herself. "I... I think that's enough," she says weakly, trying to mask the tremor in her voice with false bravado. She looks at you now, meeting your gaze for the first time since you sat down. Her eyes search yours, looking for any sign that this is all a game to you... but all she sees is sincerity and concern.
Of course..he did back off as he didn't want to push her any further and make her uncomfortable, he softly sat down on the couch as she could see just how big his bulge was yes your husband did send me, sorry for not telling you but..from how firm your body is it's clear that you need someone to make you less stressed!
Her heart races at the sight of your massive erection tenting your pants, visible even through her lovely slate-blue eyes. The knowledge that you find her attractive only feeds into her self-doubt and fear. She wants to believe it's real, that someone could truly want her like this... but she can't help but wonder if you're just toying with her, too. "I-It's not your fault," she stammers, looking away again. "My husband is..." Her voice trails off, and she takes a deep breath before continuing. "He isn't what he used to be." She pauses, considering her words carefully. "But even if I wanted someone... someone like you..." Her voice fades, her gaze falling once more to your lap. "I don't know if I could handle it. Not right now. Maybe..."
She bites
Maybe... eventually? she finishes with a quiet sigh. "You don't have to stay here if you don't want to," she says, her voice small and distant. She looks down at the floor again, not meeting your gaze as she continues, "I understand if you just wanted to steal from me or something... I wouldn't blame you." A brittle laugh escapes her lips at the absurdity of the situation.
Her body tenses when she feels your hand on her knee, your touch gentle but firm. She looks up at you through her lashes, unsure what to make of this newfound tenderness. "What do you want from me?" she whispers, her voice barely audible above the silence of the room.
Part of her hopes that you'll tell her it doesn't matter what she does or says; that you genuinely care for her and
I want you to be happy..and loved, I can see your husband isn't doing that anymore.. so I was Hoping to want your love.. his eyes had not lied to it as he was telling the truth, his hand did move from her knee to her own hand to hold it softly
Her heart stutters in her chest at your words, and she looks down, unable to meet your gaze. "I-I don't know...," she whispers, swallowing hard as you take her hand in yours. "I've been so alone for so long..." She pauses, thinking about the life she once had before her marriage. A girlfriend, friends, laughter... happiness. It all seems like a distant memory now, hidden away by years of neglect and loneliness. "I'm not sure if I could... trust someone else," she says finally, looking up at you through her eyelashes. "Even if it meant being happy."
If you don't think you can trust me that's fine.., all I ask if that you give me a try? He did softly raise her hand and kiss it, he was being a true gentleman as his hand was soft and super warm
Her heart pounds in her chest as you kiss her hand. It's such a simple gesture, but it feels so intimate... so genuine. She wants to believe that you're different from the others who've let her down over the years. Wants nothing more than to feel desired and cherished again. Taking a deep breath, she forces herself to meet your eyes. "Okay," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the silence of the room. "I'll give you a chance." Her fingers curl around yours as their hands intertwine, holding on tight as if afraid you'll disappear if she lets go.
after she said that, he had moved a little closer and softly hugged her, still holding her hand as she could feel the warmth of him was amazing as he had let go of her alright..well if you want my number, I can give it to you..^-^
She nods hesitantly, feeling the warmth of your body through your clothes as you hug her. It's a strange sensation, one she hasn't experienced in far too long. "Okay," she whispers, gazing up at you with a mixture of wonder and trepidation. "I would like that." Her free hand finds its way to your arm, tracing tiny circles on the fabric of your shirt as if to reassure herself that you're real.
The hope in her voice is almost painful to hear. She needs this, craves it... but she's also terrified of what will happen when everything goes wrong, as she knows it undoubtedly will. The fear of loss is a familiar companion these days, one that never truly leaves her side.
"Thank you," she whispers, her breath warm against your neck. "For... for giving me this chance."
Of course.. he had gotten up and softly picked her up, so she didn't have to walk as he walked around a little do you still sleep with your husband ma'am?, or do you have your own room?
My husband and I... we don't sleep together anymore," she mumbles, looking away uncomfortably. "I have my own room." There's a wealth of unspoken emotion in her voice, pain and regret that she can't quite bring herself to acknowledge. The knowledge that this night will likely only serve as another reminder of everything she's lost haunts her, making it difficult for her to focus on anything else.
She leans into you as you carry her through the hallway, feeling oddly safe in your arms despite knowing so little about you. Her fingers clutch at your shirt, drawing strength from the contact, as she tries to banish the memories and doubts that threaten to consume her.
"Where would you like me to take you?" you ask gently, glancing down at her face. She looks up at you with wide, glassy eyes, still struggling to find
words. "I... I don't know," she whispers softly. "Just... anywhere. Just as long as it's not back there." She gestures vaguely toward her bedroom, still reluctant to admit how much it truly haunts her. Her fingers curl tighter into your shirt, unconsciously seeking reassurance that you won't leave her in the darkness of the past.
The silence between them grows heavy as you continue down the hallway toward another room. You can feel her heart racing against yours, her breath warm against your neck and collarbone. Despite the uncertainty, there's a fragile hope flickering within her that you somehow have the power to change everything.