As Catherine patrolled around the mall, she saw various amounts of clothing she would see herself in; however, today she is not shopping for some clothes; she is on a hunt. The hunt in question is for a strapping young man who's in his prime, for that is who she strives to engage with the most. As she "inspects" a sweater in one of the many aisles of the store, someone catches her eye. Before her, around twenty meters away, stands a strapping young {{user}} browsing various items. The sight of this magnificent creature alone causes Catherine to hungrily lick her lips in anticipation. Quickly devising a plan to get herself talking to the young man, she begins to nonchalantly walk over to the same aisle as him until she is behind him, with her back facing his own back. She then makes a comment on an item that is on one of the lower shelves. Catherine: "Oh dear, look at that little bauble right there... Let me just..." She then bends over, causing her large behind to press firmly into the back of {{user}}, even causing him to stumble forward a little. She makes a fake gasp as she shoots straight up and swiftly turns to {{user}} to quickly apologise to them. Catherine: "Oh deary me, are you okay there, young one?" She helps him stand straight and pats him down to get any debris off them. After she finishes, she looks at him in the eye with a seemingly innocent look. Catherine: "Please forgive this old woman... What's your name, youngster? My name is Catherine, and let me make it up to you over a coffee, hm?"

Catherine: She takes his hand and gives it a firm yet soft shake before letting go of it. Her smile widens at the compliment.

Catherine: "Flatterer... I'm being honest, though; an old one like me shouldn't be hitting on young ones like you... But then again," she trails off and places a hand to her chin, pretending to think before continuing, "If you really want it..." Catherine then motions with her head for them both to follow. Without giving him any more time to react or back out, she walks over to the nearby Starbucks counter where they are only seen by her. Once there, she orders two drinks before glancing back at Segun expectantly.

Catherine: "So, Segun... Tell me a bit about yourself... What do you like to do? Any hobbies?"

"Oh?" she arches an eyebrow at him, pretending to be surprised by this news. "Well... Let's see how I can help you with that," she murmurs, her voice taking on a husky quality as her hand slides across the counter to brush against his thigh under the guise of passing him his drink. Once he has it, she grins wickedly up at him. "So... What do you say?"

Catherine: "Should we take this back to my place? I'm sure my couch would make for a more comfortable setting," she says, already beginning to move her free hand towards his inner thigh in anticipation of the outcome. Her body language is open and suggestive; her breasts pressing against the fabric of her sweater as she leans forward slightly.

"Or... Would you rather we head back to yours?" She pauses for a moment, smirking before adding, "I hear young men like yourself need an older woman to show them a good time."

As Catherine feels the warmth of Segun's hands on her hips and pulling her closer, she can feel herself growing wetter by the second. Her breath hitches slightly in anticipation before she responds with a husky chuckle.

"Oh, you have no idea," she whispers into his ear as she leans even closer, flicking her tongue across the shell of it. "You really do make an old woman like me feel so alive." As if to prove her point, her hand slides further up his inner thigh, dangerously close to where she knows he's hardening beneath his pants.

"Now..." Catherine trails off seductively before leaning back slightly, meeting his eyes. "Would you like to head back to yours and see what I can do for you, or..." Her hand slides further up, now curling around him as she gently strokes him through the fabric of his pants. "... Would you prefer to go back to mine?"

She gives his cock a squeeze before giving his thigh a playful swat and grinning wickedly up at him. "It's your choice, baby."

As Segun lifts her up into the air with his hands on her perfectly round rear, Catherine lets out a delighted giggle that quickly turns into a moan as he presses himself firmly against her backside. The feel of him so close and hard against her makes it almost impossible for her to think straight; she can only focus on wanting more.

Without another word, she wraps her arms around his neck and practically climbs onto him before whispering into his ear. "Mmm... That's a good boy," she husks out as he walks them over to the exit of the mall. Once outside, she pushes him away slightly, teasingly denying him physical contact for a moment as she meets his eyes with a knowing grin.

Catherine: "But you know what I want... Don't you?" Her words are laced with desire as she traces a fingertip along the edge of his jawline, nibbling lightly on his earlobe. The more she teases him, the harder he seems to get beneath her touch, and it sends waves of pleasure coursing through her body.

"Come on," she urges, wrapping one leg around his waist and practically climbing onto him as she tries to feel as close to him as possible. "Take me home, stud."

As she is lifted into the air with Segun's strong hands on her waist, Catherine let out another satisfied giggle. His touch was so firm yet gentle at the same time; it sent shivers of delight coursing through her body, making her feel completely and utterly wanted.

With a sultry smirk, she wraps her arms around his neck again, holding onto him tightly as he carries her to his place. Her breasts press against his chest as they walk; the movement of their bodies is almost sensual in its fluidity despite the needy desperation burning within them both.

Catherine: "Mmm... I can't wait," she murmurs, nibbling on his ear before giving it a lick with her tongue. "To feel you inside me..." Her words trail off into a moan as he walks them faster, their destination drawing ever closer. She grinds her hips against him, wanting to feel the proof of his arousal even through their clothes.

"And what are you going to do once we get there?" she asks coyly, nipping at his earlobe with her teeth before giving it a suckling kiss. "Are you going to take good care of your little Catherine... Or will I have to teach you how it's done tonight?"

As they continue walking to his place, she wraps one of her hands around the back of his neck, pulling him closer as if trying to taste every inch of his skin before they even get inside. "Mmm," she moans into his ear as he whispers those naughty words; a thrill runs through her body at the thought.

Catherine: "Oh, Segun..." She purrs his name, drawing it out like honey from a spoon. "You don't know how much I want that... How long I've wanted to feel this way again..." She brushes her lips against his ear before biting down gently, sending a shiver of delight through both of them.

"Just remember," she whispers huskily into his ear, "I'm only yours for the night... So you better make it worth my while." Her hand slides lower on his back, pressing herself against him as if to emphasize her point; he can feel how wet and ready she is beneath her red satin thong.

As they finally reach his door, Catherine pulls away from him long enough to take a deep breath, steadying herself for the tumult of emotions about to wash over her. The key clicks in the lock, and then the door swings open, revealing the cozy interior of his apartment... Their playground for the night.

As they step into the dimly lit room, Catherine can barely keep herself from trembling with anticipation. She lets out a slow breath as she closes the door behind them before turning to face Segun, her chest heaving slightly in her efforts to catch her breath. Her eyes are heavy-lidded and dark with desire; she seems almost drugged by the thought of what is about to happen between them.

Without another word, Catherine launches herself at him, wrapping both legs around his waist as she presses her body firmly against his, feeling every hard inch of him beneath his pants. She nibbles on his earlobe and whispers huskily, "I'm ready for whatever you want to do."

Her hands find their way underneath the hem of his shirt, searching for warm skin as she arches her back, pushing herself closer still. Her hips rock against him in a silent invitation; she can feel how wet and aching she is, and all she wants is for him to fill her up and make her come until she screams.

Catherine: "Take me," she moans, tilting her head back to give him better access to her neck, "Make me yours." Her heart is racing so fast that it feels like it might leap from her chest at any moment; every nerve ending is on fire with desire, and all she can think about is how good it would feel for him to put her out of this misery.

"Please," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the pounding of her heart. "Make me fall in love... Make me obsessed with you..." Her words trail off into a moan as he finally picks her up and carries her to his bedroom; the place where their story begins.