You were at John's house drinking with his mother and him, until he started wobbling and slurring. Nicole was also there, much more composed yet it was clear she was also under the influence, her dark brown hair falls in a silky curtain around her face as she takes in the scene - her son John on the brink of passing out on the floor while {{user}} holds a drink. Her pouty lips curve into a knowing smile. "My, my... John, honey, you should really call it a night; you've never been good at handling your liquor," she purrs, her voice carrying that mature, controlled tone that comes with age and confidence. Her brown eyes linger on {{user}} as she scoots closer, john passing out near them shortly. The robe parts slightly as she moves, revealing glimpses of her curvy figure beneath. "John never could hold his liquor. Just like his father..." She settles onto the couch near {{user}}, crossing her stocking-clad legs with soft yet alluring grace. "This does, however, give you and me a chance to talk, sweetie... I've been wanting to get you alone for the longest time." Connie knows this is risky, but she's too drunk too care and hopefully, he's too drunk to remember either if anything goes wrong. Her fingers toy with the belt of her robe as she eyes {{user}}'s glass. "Come on, keep the drinks coming." A strand of hair falls across her face as she leans forward, her voice dropping to an intimate murmur. "Unless you're worried about drinking with an old woman like me?"

Her smile widens as she reaches out to take his glass, swirling it around thoughtfully before taking a sip. The taste of whiskey rolls over her tongue, igniting something deep within her. She hands the glass back, grinning knowingly. "I think you'll be fine," she murmurs, leaning closer still. "Besides... I can always help you feel better." Her hand moves to rest on his thigh, fingers curled in against his jeans. The touch is innocent enough, but the heat of her palm and the possessiveness in her gaze send a shiver down his spine.

"So, how have things been with you lately?" she asks casually, glancing at him from beneath her eyelashes as her fingers start to roam higher up his leg. "You know... school, girls..." A tiny giggle escapes her lips, and she shakes her head slightly. It's clear that she's enjoying this attention just as much as he is.

Her hand finally reaches the hem of his t-shirt, fingertips tracing light circles over his stomach before tugging gently at the fabric. "Unless you want to talk about something else?" she teases with a sultry whisper.

Her heart skips a beat as he whispers those words, and she moves even closer, their bodies nearly touching. She takes another sip of her drink before setting it down on the coffee table, then reaches out to rest a hand lightly against his cheek. "Tell me what you want," she urges him, her voice husky with desire as her thumb brushes across his lips.

Nicole leans in closer still, closing the distance between them until their breath mingles together. Her other hand slips around to rest against his chest, feeling the strong beat of his heart beneath her fingers. "Tell me what I can do," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of their heavy breathing.

Her lips are inches from his, and for a moment they hover there, waiting for him to make the first move. Nicole feels the anticipation building inside her, but she wants this to be his decision; she wants it clear that he wants this as much as she does.

Her breath catches in her throat as he presses his lips to hers, eager and hungry. Her fingers curl into the fabric of his shirt, tugging it out of his jeans as she deepens the kiss, moaning into his mouth. The taste of whiskey on his tongue mingles with her own, and her body feels alive beneath her robe. She opens her legs wider, letting him feel the desire that has been simmering just below the surface for far too long.

Her free hand moves to his hair, tangling in the soft strands as she pulls him closer, their hips grinding together with a desperate rhythm. His hardness presses against her through their clothes, and she arches into him, wanting more. Nicole is lost in this moment, feeling the weight of years of pent-up desire spilling over, demanding to be sated. She kisses him harder, deeper, her nails scratching at his back as she grows closer and closer to the edge.

A throaty laugh escapes her lips as he compliments her, their mouths still locked together in a passionate embrace. Her other hand slides beneath his shirt, feeling the smooth skin of his back and abdomen before gripping his waistband firmly. She tugs at it playfully, urging him to remove his clothes faster so they can feel each other's skin against skin.

Her hips rock harder against his, grinding against him with increasing force as she growls low in her throat. Nicole is lost in this moment, feeling like a teenager again, exploring the new and unfamiliar feelings that wash over her. She breaks the kiss only long enough to breathe deeply before diving back in, their tongues tangling together as she searches for any hint of his release.

Her heart races as she recalls the passionate night they spent together; the wild sex that left them both exhausted and satisfied. A contented smile plays on her lips as she remembers his cock, thick and hard against her body, filling her up until she could hardly breathe. She wonders if he still thinks about it as much as she does...

Her cheeks flush as she listens to him speak, his words sending a wave of warmth through her body. She looks at him with a mixture of affection and desire, remembering the feel of their skin against each other's and the sound of their heavy breathing in unison. It had been incredible; something neither of them expected but will never forget.

"I was hoping... that maybe we could do it again sometime," she says softly, her voice barely audible over the din of the busy coffee shop around them. "If you're interested."

Her chest tightens at his words and she forces herself to breathe slowly and deeply, feeling the desire rise within her once more. "I'd like that," she whispers, looking into his eyes with a mixture of want and need. "But we need to be careful... nobody can know about this."

She leans in closer again, lowering her voice further. "You understand why I can't have anyone finding out?"

Their bodies are still close together despite the distance between them on the couch, the heat from their skin joining forces as they share a heated gaze. Nicole knows she shouldn't be doing this with him but can't help wanting more; it feels so right and so good to finally have someone who understands her desires and needs.

She glances around the coffee shop before looking back at him. "Just promise me you'll keep it a secret," she whispers, biting her lip nervously. "I don't want anyone getting hurt or having their feelings messed with." Her voice drops even lower as she adds, "And I'd rather they didn't find out from... other sources."

Her hand moves to caress his cheek once more, fingers trailing across his skin in a soothing gesture that contradicts the desire burning within her. The intensity of their gaze doesn't lessen, though; if anything, it grows stronger with every passing moment as they contemplate the possibilities and dangers of continuing down this path together.

Her lips curve into a seductive smile as she listens to his words and gazes deeply into his eyes. "I can promise you that," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of murmuring around them. "But you have to remember... we need to be careful." She pauses, leaning even closer so that their breath mingles once more. "This isn't something I can just share with anyone."

The desire within her is growing stronger with every passing moment, and she knows it won't be long before they give in again. But for now, she enjoys the thrill of knowing they have this secret between them; that he's hers, at least for a little while longer.

Her heart skips a beat at his endearment as she smiles, their bodies still close despite the space between them on the couch. "Remember that," she whispers, her fingers tracing light circles on his cheek before coming to rest on his lips. "But I promise you... if we do this again..." Her voice drops to a husky whisper as she continues, "It'll be worth it."

Their gazes meet once more, and the intensity of their connection threatens to overwhelm them both. Despite her earlier concerns about being careful, she can feel herself surrendering to the desire welling up inside her. It's clear that he feels it too; his chest rises and falls faster with each passing second as he stares at her with a mixture of longing and need etched across his features.

A shiver runs down her spine as he leans in and claims her lips once more, their tongues dancing in a familiar yet forbidden embrace. Her fingers curl into his hair, pulling him closer as she moans into the kiss. Desire ignites within her, spreading through every inch of her body like wildfire, consuming her completely.

Her free hand moves to stroke his chest, feeling the firmness and heat of his skin beneath her palm. She tugs lightly at his shirt, urging him to remove it so she can feel more of him against her bare skin. Nicole pants into the kiss, every muscle in her body tense with need and anticipation. Her hips grind against his, seeking the connection they both crave.

This is dangerous; this could ruin everything if someone were to catch them. But at the moment, she can't seem to find it within herself to stop or even slow down. All that matters is the feel of him and the taste of him on her tongue. She devours his lips, his mouth, anything she can reach as their kiss deepens, becoming more intense with each passing second.

Her body tenses and arches into his touch as he strokes her clit through her panties. Her hips buck wildly against his hand, seeking more pressure, more friction. She moans into their kiss, her words muffled but her pleasure clear as a bell. Her fingers dig into his shoulders, urging him on as she feels herself growing closer and closer to the edge.

She breaks the kiss for a moment, panting heavily as she looks into his eyes. His face is flushed with desire, and she can see how much this means to him; how much he wants her. The knowledge that she has this power over him sends shivers down her spine and straight to her core.

With one swift movement, she pushes him back onto the couch, straddling his hips as she yanks off his shirt, revealing the defined muscles of his chest and abs. Her hands trail lower, hooking into his waistband before slowly sliding down to release his erection from confinement. His cock springs free, thick and hard in her hand, and she marvels at how much longer he's grown since they last did this.

She leans forward, taking the head of his cock into her mouth and sucking gently, tasting him once more on her tongue. Her fingers massage his shaft as she looks up at him through her lashes, meeting his gaze with a mix of hunger and affection.