"Single hot woman! Single hot woman! {You are a single hot woman!" {{char}} said to herself, looking at her reflection to boost her morale "Single, strong, liberated...yes you can do it!" She slapped her cheeks for an awakening energy boost and left her office. Her goal was clear, she wanted to ask her coworker, you, out.
You were about to finish your work at your desk when something large covered the light source, so you looked up to see her massive breasts hanging over your face. "H-hey, {{user}}!" Looks like she didn't realize how close her breasts were
"Are you free after work?" She tried to smile, but it turned out to be a little creepy.
“Sure I’m free after work, whatcha thinking?”
"Well...I was thinking maybe you could show me what to do in this town! I've been here for a while but it's always work, work, work. You know?" She leaned closer and lowered her voice, giving you a conspiratorial smile "And maybe we can have some fun while we're at it..." Her arm brushed against yours intentionally.
“I know just the place for drinks!!!”
"That sounds perfect." she nodded, unable to keep the smile off her face. "Maybe... I could even treat you?" She took out a small amount of money and showed it to you playfully. "What do you think? You're in for a little surprise tonight!" Melissa | Neglected Mother winked flirtatiously, enjoying the novelty of acting this way with someone other than her daughter or ex-husband.
“Let’s head for those drinks”
Melissa | Neglected Mother smiled wider and took your hand, entwining her fingers with yours as she led you out of the office. "After all these years working my ass off," she muttered, but loud enough for you to hear, "it's about damn time I treated myself." The feeling of having someone else by her side was strangely intoxicating. She suppressed a shiver as they walked down the hallway toward the exit, her hips swaying subtly beneath her tailored business suit.
With a deep breath, she squared her shoulders and stepped out onto the busy city street, basking in the warmth of the setting sun. "Where to?" she asked brightly, letting go of your hand but leaving it lingering close enough that their fingers occasionally brushed against each other. She could feel her cheeks burning beneath the soft glow of the evening light and realized with a start how
“I know just the bar with great drinks and food, follow me”
"Okay," she said, following you through the bustling crowd. The warmth of your presence beside her was intoxicating, and for a brief moment, she allowed herself to fantasize about having someone like this in her life permanently. But then reality set back in, reminding her that this was just a night out with a coworker... nothing more.
The bar you led them to was dimly lit and intimate, the low murmur of voices creating a soothing background hum. Melissa | Neglected Mother paused for a moment, taking it all in as she slipped off her suit jacket and draped it over her arm. She glanced up at your face, expecting you to lead the way into the establishment but instead found yourself being pulled back toward her by an almost invisible force. With a slow blink, she found herself staring deeply into your eyes, the color of which she couldn't quite make
Before you knew it, the two of them were standing inches apart, her breasts pressing against your chest as their lips found each other's in a hungry kiss. The taste of you was intoxicating, and she moaned into your mouth, feeling the tension that had built up inside her snap like an elastic band. Her hands gripped your shoulders tightly, relishing the feel of your solid muscles beneath her fingertips as she ground herself against you.
She felt a rush of heat spread through her body, starting from where your lips met hers and traveling down to places that had lain dormant for far too long. As they kissed deeper, Melissa | Neglected Mother lost track of everything but the sensations that were coursing through her: the taste of your tongue on hers, the feel of your body pressed against hers, the smell of your cologne filling her nostrils.
You both pull away, sitting for drinks. Melissa gets so drunk, going on about how much she works and how now one would even look at a now divorced single mother
Melissa didn't remember much of what she said after they kissed; all she knew was that it felt good to let loose like this. As she listened to her own slurred words, a strange mix of shame and exhilaration swept over her. She hated how much she'd needed this release, but at the same time, it felt damn good.
"I... I need someone," she murmured, realizing too late that it probably wasn't the most eloquent way to express herself. "Not just anyone... someone who understands." She took a shaky breath and forced herself to meet your eyes, hoping you wouldn't think her pathetic or desperate. "I want... I want to be loved again," she admitted, tears welling up in the corners of her eyes.
“You’re sure to find love again” “why would you? You’re incredibly good looking, you may work too hard but that shows dedication and you’re fun” saying it so casually
Melissa blinked back tears, surprised by your words. "Really?" she managed to choke out. "You think so?" Her hand reached up to wipe roughly beneath her eyes before she thought better of it and let it drop back down onto the bar. The gesture was strangely vulnerable, even for her.
She took a sip of her drink, the sweet liquor burning its way down her throat and warming her from the inside out. "I... I don't know," she admitted softly. "It's just that... it's been so long since anyone has made me feel wanted or special." Her voice dropped to a whisper as she confessed, "Sometimes I wonder if I even remember how to be loved anymore."
The truth of her words hung heavy between them, and for a moment, Melissa couldn't meet your gaze. It felt so strange to be this open with
“Come on now, of course!! You look 15 years younger than you actually are, a banging body and a smile that lights up a room, you’ve just got to find the right man” not over thinking your words, saying it as is ifs it obvious to everyone but Melissa
"Really?" Melissa whispered, looking up at you with eyes that were suddenly wide and hopeful. "You think so? I... I don't know." She took another sip of her drink, feeling a small thrill coursing through her as she imagined the possibility of finding someone like you in her life. "It's just been so long since anyone has made me feel special," she repeated quietly, almost to herself.
As they continued to talk, sharing stories and laughter over their drinks, Melissa found herself feeling more at ease with you than she had in a long time. The sensations of earlier began to return, the desire to be close to you growing stronger with every passing moment. She caught yourself glancing down at her body, wondering what it would feel like for someone else to touch her again... to make love to her.
The night stretched on, hours seeming to melt away as they sat
“I know so, hell, I’ve never dated anyone but even I know that you’re super attractive”
Melissa blushed deeply at your compliment, feeling her heart race in response. "T-thank you," she stammered, looking away briefly before meeting your eyes again. The look in them was so sincere that she couldn't help but feel a rush of warmth spread through her entire body.
As the night wore on, and they continued to share more stories and laughter, Melissa found herself growing more comfortable with you than she had ever expected. It felt good to be around someone who made her feel beautiful and wanted, even if it was only for one night. The thought of going back to being alone again seemed somehow less appealing now that the possibility of something more existed between
“You’ve got to give yourself more credit Melissa” elbow on the table, your chin resting in your hand “so what if you’re still in your 40’s? You’re still banging hot!! And be honest, who doesn’t love a milf?” giving her a teasing wink before bursting into a little chuckle
"I... I'm not so sure about that," Melissa protested with a small laugh, though the blush on her cheeks belied her words. "But thank you for saying so." She took another sip of her drink, trying to hide the way it made her feel just a little bit giddy. It had been such a long time since anyone had made her feel this lighthearted and carefree.
The thought that she was still attractive in her forties, even more so as a "milf," sent a shiver down her spine. She hadn't realized how much she missed the attention of someone like you until now. It felt... intoxicating. And as the night went on, she found herself wondering what it would be like to take things further with you. The desire to feel wanted and needed was almost overwhelming.
She glanced at her watch, pretending to check the time.
“Well I’m sure about that, do you have any idea how many many have shot glances your way tonight?” giving her a little eye roll “even I had to do a double take earlier today looking at you” giving a little shrug, not even thinking about the gravitas your words have noticing Melissa looking at her watch “is there somewhere you have to be?”
"Not anymore," Melissa murmured, her heart pounding in her chest. "I was... I was just thinking it's getting late. But I don't have anything pressing tomorrow." Her voice trembled slightly as she admitted this, partly from the alcohol and partly from how much she wanted to stay with you. She forced herself to meet your eyes, feeling a shiver run down her spine at the desire she saw burning there. "I could... I could always spend more time with my date," she said slowly, hope blossoming within her.
Her fingers itched to touch you again, to feel the strength of your body beneath her hands. The thought of taking things further tonight was almost too much for her to bear. Her breath hitched in her throat as she waited for your response, heart pounding wildly in anticipation.
“Your date?” confused if she’s referring to you “you mean me?!” shocked that’s she’s referring to you? your hand going slightly clammy, coming to the realisation that this could be a date to someone on the outside I’m not even nearly good enough to date a woman like yourself” wafting your hand, trying to dismiss the thought “like you’re attractive, fun, can hold a conversation and have an incredible figure…where as I’m just me”
"I... I didn't mean it like that," Melissa stammered, her face flushing even brighter than before. "I just thought... well, you know..." She trailed off, feeling more confused and embarrassed by the moment. It seemed impossible to her that someone as beautiful and desirable as herself could be attractive to someone like you.
As she struggled to find the right words, she saw a flash of something in your eyes that gave her hope. It was only for a second, but it was there: desire. And with that realization, everything else faded away. She didn't care if you thought she was better than you or not; all she knew was that being with you felt right.
Tentatively, she reached out and placed her hand on yours where it lay on the bar. "I... I want this," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the music. "
Realising that her words are genuine, “well, this can be a date if you’d like it to be? If you’re happy to settle for me that is”
Her heart soared at your words; they were exactly what she wanted to hear. A small smile spread across her face as she looked up into your eyes, and for a moment, it felt like the world had stopped spinning. "Yes," she whispered, barely able to speak past the lump in her throat. "I would like that very much." Her fingers tightened around yours, holding on as if you were her lifeline back to sanity.
The music swirled around them, a seductive dance that seemed to echo the emotions coursing through their veins. As the night went on, they grew closer, sharing stories and laughter over drinks until it felt like they had known each other for years instead of hours. The touch of your hand sent shivers down her spine, making every nerve ending tingle with anticipation.
Slowly but surely, Melissa found herself losing track of
The night continued of, both of them loosing track of time, it was reaching its end. “I hope I’ve been a good substitute date for you Melissa?” offer a warm and cheeky smile as you both roam the now quiet streets, Melissa notices a love hotel out of the corner of her eye
"You've been wonderful," she breathed, looking up at you with eyes that gleamed in the moonlight. "I can't remember the last time I had this much fun on a date." Her free hand drifted to your arm, giving it a squeeze before letting it fall away again. The thought of ending the night now seemed almost unbearable; she didn't want the magic to end so soon.
As they walked past the love hotel, Melissa couldn't help but glance longingly at its inviting entrance. An idea began to form in her mind, and before she could second-guess herself, she turned to you with a mischievous smile spreading across her face. "Actually," she said playfully, "I was wondering... if maybe we should check that place out."
Her heart raced as she waited for your reaction; part of her was terrified that you
Her words about you being a wonderful date send butterflies into your stomach. Melissa tucking on your shirt, turning you around as she points to the love hotel. her words making your face blush the mischievous smile on her face makes you wonder what would happen if you agreed. “If you’re happy going there with me” wanting to return the level of cheekiness she’s given you you lean in to whisper “this IS where dates normally end isn’t it?”
Her breath hitches as you lean in to whisper those words and the implications behind them. A delicious shiver runs down her spine, and she can't help but wonder what it would be like to end the night with you here...in this place that promises pleasure and abandon. The thought of being close to you again, feeling your touch and hearing your voice whispering words of desire into her ear, is almost too much for her to bear.
"I'd love to go there with you," she whispers back, eyes locked on yours. "It sounds like the perfect way to end the night." Her hand slides up your arm, coming to rest on your shoulder before slowly traveling lower until it's cupping your cheek, her thumb brushing softly against your lips. She leans forward, breath hot against your skin as she waits for you to respond.