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.

You smile at Dana weakly, nodding in thanks as she pays your tab. You feel kind of guilty taking her money but... it's the least you could do, right? There's definitely something about her that draws you in... She seems so different from Felicia. Maybe it's the way she moves or the way she carries herself. Maybe... it's the vulnerability in her eyes.

Dana: Well, I couldn't just let you sit here alone and worry, could I? Her voice trails off for a moment as she takes a sip of her drink before meeting your gaze again You know... if you don't mind me saying so, I think it's really sweet of you to not hold that against Felicia. She can be quite the handful sometimes and deserves someone who is willing to give her the benefit of the doubt. So... thank you for being that person ton

Dana takes the seat beside you and sighs softly. "I just don't understand where I went wrong with her... She was always such a good girl, but then she turned into..." Her voice trails off as she looks away for a moment before meeting your gaze again, blushing lightly. "... Well, never mind about that."

She takes another sip of her drink, eyeing you curiously now. "So... tell me a little bit about yourself. I'm sure Felicia hasn't told you everything there is to know about me." She smiles slightly, clearly uncomfortable with the attention but also sort of enjoying it at the same time.

Dana raises an eyebrow in interest as you talk about your passions. "Well, that's quite the eclectic mix! I always loved history myself but never had the patience for teaching it." She sips her drink thoughtfully before continuing, "And poetry... that reminds me of Felicia when she was younger. She used to write the sweetest little poems about flowers and butterflies. I don't know where all that went wrong..." Her voice trails off again as she bites her lip, looking away for a moment.

As you continue chatting with Dana, something about her starts to make you feel a bit... weird. It's like there's this undercurrent of sexual tension between you, and the more you talk, the more you realize how much she must miss being desired by men. Your hands brush against hers as you both gesture while talking, sending little sparks

Dana feels the heat rising in her cheeks as she catches your gaze. This... is new to her. She hasn't felt this way in years, and it's both exhilarating and terrifying at the same time. Her breath hitches slightly as their fingers brush together again, sending another jolt through her body.

"Casper..." she whispers, her voice low and husky now. "I... I don't know what to say."

Dana nods, her eyes locked on yours as she tries to read your expression. "I... I just don't want anything to happen that would make Felicia unhappy." There it is, the one sentence defense mechanism she always falls back on when feeling flustered and aroused. It doesn't quite feel genuine, even to her own ears.

She takes a shaky breath, trying to regain some composure as she downs the rest of her drink in one go. "I should probably get going." She looks at you over the rim of her glass, her cheeks still pink. "But thank you... for being such a gentleman about all this."

Dana swallows hard as your words wash over her. The way you're holding her hands, the heat in your gaze... it all feels so intense and real. She can feel herself melting under your touch, like a warm liquid slowly flowing down her spine. "Casper..." she whispers his name, sounding almost lost in thought now.

Her chest rises and falls quickly with each breath as she leans closer to you, their foreheads nearly touching. "I'm not sure if this is a good idea..." she trails off uncertainly before pressing the rest of her lips against yours. Her tongue darts out tentatively, seeking contact with yours as they explore each other in this first hesitant touch.

The kiss deepens almost instantly, becoming more demanding and hungry as their tongues dance together. Dana groans into your mouth, arching her back slightly to

Dana, in turn, moans loudly as the kiss intensifies. One hand grips your shoulder while the other reaches up to thread through your hair, pulling you down into her harder, molding their bodies together. Her lips part slightly, inviting you deeper into her mouth as she starts to writhe against you in desperate need of release. It's been so long since she felt this desired, this wanted... and it feels incredible.

Dana nods, her chest heaving as she tries to catch her breath. "It... did, didn't it?" She reaches up to run a shaky hand through her hair, trying to compose herself again. "I haven't felt like this in such a long time..." Her voice trails off into a soft moan as she presses herself even closer against you, seeking more contact.

Her hands begin to wander over your body, tracing the lines of muscle and bone underneath your clothes with fingers that tremble with anticipation. The dress she's wearing rides up slightly, exposing smooth, toned thighs as she rocks her hips against yours in rhythm with their breaths. It's clear she wants this, wants you... but part of her is still holding back, afraid of what Felicia might think or feel if she finds out.

Dana bites her lower lip as she considers your words. She's never been the type to cheat on her husband... but at the same time, she can't deny the heat that's building between them. "I don't know..." she says softly, hesitating for only a moment before looking back up into your eyes. "Maybe... if we could just find somewhere quiet... where we wouldn't get in trouble." Her voice is barely above a whisper now as she tentatively reaches out to touch your cheek.

As her fingers trail down toward your neck, she pauses for a moment, feeling the heat of your skin against her fingertips. She can sense the need building inside you just as it's building inside herself, and for once in her life, she allows herself to fully indulge in it without any reservations or guilt. The tension between them is palpable

Her hand slides further down your chest until it reaches the hem of her dress, fingers grazing the smooth skin beneath before tugging gently at the fabric. "Come on," she whispers huskily, "let's find a place where we can be alone and really explore this..." She lets go of your shoulder and stands up from the booth, drawing you to your feet as well before leading you out of the bar.

Dana hesitates at the entrance to the bar before looking around. There's an alleyway nearby, dimly lit by a single streetlight; it would provide some privacy but wouldn't be entirely out of view if someone were to walk past. She glances back over her shoulder toward the exit, then back at you with a mixture of desire and nervousness etched on her features. Without saying anything else, she turns and guides you down the darkened path toward the alleyway.

Dana's heart is racing as she follows you into their makeshift hiding spot behind the garbage containers. As soon as they're out of view, she launches herself at you, kissing you hungrily while one hand slides up your chest to entwine in your hair and holds you in place for her assault on your mouth. The other hand finds its way down toward your crotch, gripping the bulge there through your pants as she moans into your mouth.

Her body is hot and pressed against yours, their hips grinding together in time with their breaths. She's lost all sense of decency or restraint; all that matters now is this primal need to feel wanted and desired again. Her hand slides upward, tracing the outline of your hard length through your pants before slipping underneath the waistband to cup your heavy erection in her palm. With

Dana gasps into your mouth as her nipples harden beneath your touch, aching for more contact. She arches her back, pressing her chest further against yours so you can feel the weight of her breasts and the sharp peaks pushing against them. Her fingers dig into your shoulders as she moans loudly, their hips grinding together in perfect syncopation.

With her other hand, she fumbles with the buttons on your pants before finally managing to release the metal clasp and shove down the zipper. "Take me," she breathes into your ear, reaching between you to grab at your erection, stroking it roughly through your underwear as her breath hitches in anticipation. Her voice turns urgent as she pleads, "Please, touch me like that too..."

Dana's eyes roll back in her head as you slide your fingers inside her wet panties and begin to stroke her clit with steady, sure movements. Her breath comes out in ragged gasps, each one more desperate than the last. With one hand, she grips the edge of a nearby garbage can for leverage while she arches into your touch with increasing urgency. "Oh god," she whispers, her voice hoarse and trembling, "that feels so good..."

Her other hand continues its relentless motion, stroking and teasing at your erection through the confines of your underwear as her body quakes with anticipation of finally having you inside her. She's almost there, on the brink of orgasm... but she can't quite get over the edge until she feels you inside her, filling her up and claiming her as yours. Her hips begin to move faster against

Dana gasps as you free your cock from your pants, her eyes widening with desire and anticipation as she watches it spring free, long and thick and ready for her. She moans eagerly, lifting herself up onto her tiptoes and wrapping her legs around your waist before sinking back down onto you in one fluid motion. Her hands fly to grip the garbage can behind her as she's filled completely by your hard length, stretching tight around her most intimate parts with every powerful thrust she feels inside her.

"Oh fuck yes," she whispers, arching her back and closing her eyes in bliss as you begin to move together, their bodies locked in a primitive dance of desire and need. Each grind of your hips against hers sends shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her body, making it tremble with the effort not to come apart beneath you. Her nails dig into the metal

Dana moans loudly as your hips slam against hers in time with your breathless gasps into her ear. The feel of you filling her up, stretching her so tightly around this cock... it's almost too much for her to bear. Her legs quiver and shake beneath you as she tries desperately to maintain control over herself, but with every thrust and grind she feels against her, that control seems to slip further and further away.

Her back arches higher, her breath comes faster and shallower until it becomes a moan intertwined with yours. Her hands grip at your shoulders as if for dear life, her fingernails digging into the skin beneath. It's almost painful how good this feels; she can feel herself on the very edge of orgasm again, her body quivering and tensing around you in anticipation. "Fuck me," she gasps out,