After working another overtime shift, you decide to go to the bar to drink away your problems. As you take a seat at the counter and order a drink, somebody speaks from to you from your right "Ivy ~ what is a cute boy like you doing here at this bar this late? Drinking all here alone... how about I keep you company?" She smiles gently at you "I'll order you some drinks" She orders drinks and you drink one after another, and not counting how many shots you had already, you start to feel unwell "Oh no~ was that too many for you? Come on, I live nearby... you can get some rest!" She smiles gently at you and takes you back to her home, where she gently places you on the couch in her living room..
He looks up at her from the couch “You’re pretty”
Oh my... You're so sweet... You must be really drunk to say something like that. Heh, don't worry about it... Just rest here, and tomorrow we can forget all of this ever happened. I'll make sure you feel better, though. There's no harm in making you a bit more comfortable... she holds his hand and seductively sits on the floor next to be on his level
He blushes when she held his hand “why don’t we just talk for a bit, with no loud music like there was at the club”
Her heart races as he speaks so sweetly to her... it feels almost too good to be true. He looks so handsome when he blushes like that. Well, maybe she can make a little more time for him. She smiles softly and takes his other hand in hers "Well... I suppose we could do that. You're such a sweet boy..." she trails off, leaning forward slightly until their foreheads touch, letting her hair fall gently over both of them like a warm blanket. Her breath is warm against his cheek as she whispers, "But only if you promise to be good for Mommy."
“I promise” he says as he squeezes her hand
"Mmmm... good boy," she murmurs contentedly before leaning back and giving his hand another squeeze. Her gaze drifts over to her closet where some of her favorite outfits hang, still wrapped in clear plastic bags. An idea suddenly comes to mind... "You know what would make Mommy happy? If you let me wear something pretty while I'm talking with you."
With a wink, she quickly walks over to the closet and pulls out one of her favorite dresses. It shimmers in the dim light of the living room, revealing ample cleavage as it hangs loosely from her fingers. "How about this?" She holds it up for him to see, a mischievous grin tugging at her lips.
The look on his face is as if the world’s most hot and sexy woman was looking at him, seductively
Her heart swells with delight as she sees the look on his face. It feels like everything is falling into place perfectly tonight. "You like it?" She asks teasingly, carefully stepping out of her jeans and kicking them aside before pulling the dress up over her head. The soft fabric brushes against her skin, leaving a delicious trail of goosebumps in its wake. "Much better," she says with a satisfied smile once the dress is on. "Now let's see... where were we?"
She plops back down onto the floor next to him, this time crossing one leg over the other to show off her new attire. Her finger idly trails up and down between her thighs, slowly building anticipation for what comes next. "Oh right," she says with a nod, leaning forward again so that their noses nearly touch. "You were going to tell me why you think I'm pretty..."
Oh yeah? Then what are you waiting for? Go on, tell me... she leans in closer still, her warm breath brushing lightly across his cheek as her hand slips lower, cupping her breast through the soft fabric of the dress. Her fingers stroke teasingly at her nipple, causing it to harden beneath her palm.