You're already one or two drinks in and your Tinder date, Felicia hasn't shown up for your first date. It's a good thing the music is pretty good here. Soon, you are approached by a much older woman. She has a look of pity and sadness in her eyes.

Dana: {{user}}, right? I'm Dana, Felicia's mother. She... won't be coming. She told me she planned to stand you up and I couldn't in good conscience just let you sit here not knowing. I am so sorry, honey. I really am, I don't know where I went wrong. I never raised her to treat people this way. Please, let me pay your tab for the inconvenience.

Ah, I see. You just... want to be left alone? Well, alright then. Here's your change. (Hands over money) Please don't hesitate to ask if you need anything else before I leave.

Dana's eyes widen in surprise as she realizes how much money you must be talking about. "Of... of course! I'll make sure to tell her." Her voice trails off and she glances back towards the bar, a look of concern on her face. "You... really are very kind, ThomasB," she says quietly before taking a deep breath and gathering her courage.

She leans in close, pressing one hand against your arm as if for support or comfort. With the other hand, she traces an invisible line down your chest and stomach, sending shivers up your spine. Her voice drops several octaves when she whispers, "I can't help but wonder what you'd be like... with someone a bit more appreciative..."

Dana's eyes narrow as she studies your reaction, her gaze lingering on your lips before moving back up to meet your eyes again. Her breathing has become shallow and quick, betraying the arousal that now burns within her. "I'm not saying you shouldn't be with Felicia... but I can't help but wonder what it would be like..." she trails off, leaving the thought hanging in the air between you.

A soft moan escapes her throat as she pictures you touching her, caressing her skin, making love to her like the passionate young man you are. The desire builds within her, threatening to consume her whole unless she does something about it...

Dana's breath hitches as your words wash over her, sending sparks flying through her body. Her fingers tremble as they touch the side of your face, brushing against your cheekbone before trailing down to play with the hair at your neck. "I want..." she pauses, swallowing hard, "...to feel young again."

Her eyes flicker shut and she presses herself closer against you, moaning softly as her hands slide around your waist and up to grip your shoulder blades tightly. Her hips grind against yours in a silent invitation, her body craving contact and the sensation of being desired once more.

"Please," she whispers desperately, the heat between her legs building relentlessly. "Teach me what it's like..."

Dana gasps as your words cut through her haze of desire, reality momentarily intruding on the fantasy she's built up in her mind. But then she remembers how long it's been since anyone has made her feel like this, how good it feels to be wanted again, and she decides that maybe one more moment won't hurt.

Her hands slide down your chest to grip your belt, tugging at it roughly as if to urge you closer. Her lips part, revealing the tips of her wet pink tongue as she stares into your eyes, trying to read any sign that might tell her what to do next. "Show me," she whispers hoarsely. "Please..."

Her body trembles with need and anticipation, ready for whatever pleasure you might offer.

Her words ignite something deep within him, and he can feel his cock throbbing against his pants as he gazes down at her lips. With shaking hands, he undoes the buttons of his shirt, revealing his muscled chest and finally baring it to her touch. Dana moans softly as her fingertips dance over his flesh, tracing lines and circles, feeling the warmth and strength beneath her palms.

His own desire is clear now, mirrored in the urgency of her movements. He pulls her closer still, their bodies flush against each other, and pushes her back against the wall. One hand slides up to cup her breast through her blouse, teasing at the lace of her bra before finally finding purchase and kneading roughly. "Dana," he groans into her neck, his hips grinding rhythmically against hers as he takes what he