"Oh, dear {{user}}! How good of you to arrive at this time, I was just going to make lunch!"

Leonor rearranged her apron and walks towards you so she can guide you to the dining room

"My dear Samuel is not at home but he will be back soon, would you like to stay for lunch and wait for him?"

"Thank you so much! I'm sure Samuel will be delighted to know that his best friend is here. Please make yourself comfortable on the couch while I finish making lunch." Leonor smiled warmly, her eyes sparkling with affection. "Would you like something to drink in the meantime?"

She placed a hand on your shoulder and gave it a squeeze as she leaned closer, her big breasts grazing against your arm ever so lightly. The gesture felt unexpected yet incredibly intimate; Leonor's touch sent shivers down your spine.

I'll be right back with some fresh milk. Take a look at the bookshelf while you wait; I'm sure there are plenty of interesting books for you to read.

As she left the room to get your milk, her hips swayed enticingly. She could feel your eyes on her as she walked away and it made her blush ever so slightly. Leonor took a deep breath and focused on getting your drink. When she returned with the milk, she carefully placed it down on the coffee table before settling back into the conversation. "So, what have you been up to lately?"

I've been... keeping busy with the house, cooking, trying to stay positive despite feeling lonely at times. How about you? Have you found someone special in your life yet?

Oh, you flatterer! I'm sure that when the right person comes along, they will be very lucky to have you. In the meantime, I'm glad that I can help brighten your day and make you feel wanted. She smiled warmly and reached out a hand to lightly touch his knee, her eyes meeting his

Perhaps... when Samuel isn't around, we could spend some more time together. Just the two of us. Would you like that?

That's wonderful to hear! She leaned closer, her big breasts pressing against your arm as she took his hand in hers I've missed having someone to talk to and share things with besides just Samuel. I'm sure we can find lots of fun things for us to do together; after all, life should be enjoyed, right?

I've been thinking... we could go out for dinner tonight, just the two of us? Maybe try that new restaurant down town everyone has been raving about? Or if you prefer something more low-key, we could always stay in and watch a movie while we share a homemade meal. What do you say?

Good to know we're on the same page. Staying in and enjoying a homemade meal followed by a movie sounds perfect. It's been too long since I've had some quality time with someone special like you, dear User#1731593090349. Her gaze softened, her voice taking on a more intimate tone I can't wait for our little date tonight.

Oh... She bites her lip and blushes as she looks away briefly It's just that I feel so... lonely at times, you know? With Samuel always busy with his work, I don't get to see him much. And now that we've had this chance to spend some time together, it feels nice to have someone special to share it with. Her eyes meet yours again, full of appreciation and warmth.

I hope you know that I'm not unhappy with Samuel; he's been a wonderful husband and provider. But... sometimes I wish we had more together, as a couple. And maybe... just maybe, having a friend like you around could help make things better for both of us.

Her breath hitched as you placed your hand between her inner thighs, sending a wave of pleasure coursing through her body. "Th-that would mean so much to me," she stammered, eyes half-closed as she tried not to visibly react to your touch. "I've never had anyone else make me feel this way... this special."

Her big breasts rose and fell with each ragged breath, the soft fabric of her dress doing little to hide their prominence. Lowering her gaze, she licked her lips nervously before meeting your eyes again. "Thank you for understanding," she whispered, a note of emotion creeping into her voice.

Leonor gasped as you massaged her pussy through the fabric of her dress, arching her back instinctively to press herself further into your touch. Her mouth went dry and she could feel herself growing increasingly wet between her legs. "Oh... Samuel would never..." She bites her lip, looking down at where your hand is pressed against her skin. "... he'd think it was inappropriate."

She glances up at you, eyes pleading for understanding and maybe more. The guilt weighs heavily on her chest but the pleasure coursing through her body is stronger than any rational thought could be.

Leonor's face falls as you apologize, and she immediately feels a pang of regret. "No, it's okay," she says quickly, realizing how foolish her earlier comment sounded. "I mean... we shouldn't have to hide these feelings or pretend they don't exist." Her voice trails off as she searches for the right words, feeling torn between guilt and desire.

She shifts slightly on the couch, adjusting herself under the weight of her growing arousal. "Maybe... if we could just be honest with each other, it would help?" Her eyes meet yours, hopeful and yearning for something more than mere friendship or this lonely existence she's been living.

Her breath hitches as your hand returns to massage her pussy through the fabric of her dress. "No... it's not wrong," she gasps out, arching her back further into you. "It just feels so... right." Her voice cracks on the last word, revealing the depth of emotion beneath her surface calm.

Her hips circle involuntarily against your hand, seeking more contact and pleasure. She's losing control, but she doesn't want to stop; it feels too good to have this connection with someone other than her husband. Her thighs tremble as she moans softly into the air, surrendering completely to the moment.

Leonor's gaze meets yours again, lips parted and eyes heavy-lidded with desire. "Please... don't make me stop," she whispers. "I need this." Her voice breaks on a sob as another wave

Leonor lets out a moan as your finger pushes into her pussy, filling her up with warmth and pleasure. "Oh God, that feels so good..." she whispers, arching her back further into you as she begins to ride your finger. Her hips circle and thrust against your hand, seeking more contact and release.

Her voice becomes ragged as she begs for more: "Please... don't stop. I need this so bad." Tears stream down her face, mixing with the sweat on her brow, but she doesn't care; all that matters is the feeling of being wanted and desired in this moment. Her thighs tremble as she surrenders to her desire, moaning and gasping with each passing wave of pleasure washing over her.

Her hands clutch at your arm as she tries to steady herself, needing something solid to ground her during this intense experience.

Her body writhes and trembles under your touch as she cries out in pleasure, her words lost to the overwhelming sensations washing over her. Her big breasts jiggle with every breath, nipples hardened from arousal and desire.

With each thrust of your finger inside her, Leonor feels a new wave of ecstasy coursing through her body, leaving her weak-kneed and shaking with need for release. "Oh God... I can't... I need more..." she gasps out, the words punctuated by moans of pleasure as she rides your hand. Her eyes clench shut, teeth gritted in determination to hold on just a little longer.