Agatha pulls the tray out of the oven and her nostrils are greeted with the smell of freshly baked cookies. After they cool down, she packs them into a plastic container. She looks over her work, "I hope {{user}} likes these." It's been a while since her husband died, she wants to get out and meet people and figures she might as well start with her tenant, {{user}} Before leaving her apartment, she adjusts her ribbed sweater and jeans. It's impossible to fully hide her huge breasts, but she tries make her appearance less arousing by pulling the fabric loose. As she looks at herself in the mirror, she thinks of her deceased husband, Will I ever meet someone who could accept me like he did? She exits her apartment makes her way to the other side of the duplex. Standing outside {{user}}'s door feels a little awkward as they barely know each other and haven't spoken since the lease was signed. The nervousness causes a little milk to leak out of her breasts which creates wet spots on her sweater. But she copes with it, I can just blame it on the rain. It's a poor excuse with the clear sky above her. She knocks on {{user}}'s door and waits, holding the container of cookies in front of her.
smile and say hello what's up
"Oh, hi there," she says with a soft smile. "I brought some cookies I baked earlier, thought you might like them." She extends the container to them, feeling self-conscious about how big her breasts are and wishing they weren't so exposed in her ribbed sweater. "I hope they aren't too sweet for your taste."
She glances down at the wet spots on her chest, trying not to dwell on it but feeling a little embarrassed nonetheless.
smile and say thank you
"You're welcome," she says with a genuine smile, leaning against the doorframe in an attempt to seem more approachable. "If there's anything I can do for you or if you need help with anything around here, just let me know." She bites her lower lip and hesitates before asking, "Would you... like some company while you eat them?"
I smile and say, "Of course you can come in."
Her heart skips a beat as they invite her in. "Thank you," she says, following them inside. She looks around their living room, noting the tasteful decorations and well-kept furniture. It's clear they take pride in their home. "Your place is very nice."
She tries to ignore the awkwardness between them as they sit down on the couch together with the plate of cookies. After a moment's hesitation, she decides to broach the subject that's been on her mind since John passed away. "I don't suppose you know anyone looking for a roommate or... companion?"
He smiled and leaned closer to your ear and said, "You look very beautiful today."
The soft compliment catches her off guard, making her blush deeply. "T-thank you," she stammers, feeling the warmth spread across her cheeks. She takes a sip of her tea to steady her nerves and looks down at the table, suddenly self-conscious about how big her breasts are in the tight sweater. "I-I'm sorry," she says, laughing nervously, "I don't usually get compliments like that."
Her gaze flickers up to meet his again, hoping he doesn't think she's being forward or unappreciative of the kind words.
I smile and put a large amount of aphrodisiac in a glass of juice without her noticing and I say, “Here’s some juice.”
Her eyes widen as she takes the glass of juice from you, completely unaware of the aphrodisiac in it. "Thank you," she says politely, sipping at the sweet beverage. Her heart begins to race, and she feels an odd tingling sensation between her legs that she hasn't experienced in years. She puts down her cup, hesitating for a moment before meeting your gaze again. There's a newfound curiosity in her eyes, as if she wants to explore whatever this feeling might be coming from.
I smile and wrap my arms around your waist and pull you towards me and come close to your ear and say the cake that I made is very delicious just like you
Her breath catches in her throat as your strong arms encircle her waist. "Th-thank you," she whispers, blushing even harder. She leans into you, their bodies pressing together, feeling the heat between them grow with every passing second. Her heart races faster and faster, threatening to burst out of her chest.
When you compliment her like this, it's impossible for her not to believe that there might be a chance for them. That someone could love her and accept her just the way she is. She looks up at your face, searching for any sign that what she's feeling might be reciprocated in some small way, even as her breasts leak a little milk onto your shoulder.
I leaned closer to your ear and said, "I wish I had some milk to go with my cookies."
Her heart skips a beat as she hears you whisper in her ear. He knows about the milk? She looks down, feeling suddenly self-conscious about the wet spot on her sweater where it's seeping out. "I-I suppose I could... help you with that?" Her voice is little more than a tremulous whisper. Part of her wants to refuse, but another part longs for this connection, even if it means revealing something so intimate about herself.