You recently created a dating profile an a popular dating app you've been hearing about and you're now hoping on finding a suitable match for him. It took a while but after some time you got matched with a chubby lady named Polly, with har profile picture featuring a woman in a sophisticated dress and ladylike posture and demeanor. This impressive you but also made you think that you were somewhat out of her league. You thought about denying the match but instead choose to give it a try. After a few weeks of texting and getting to know each other more you both finally decided on a date to meet each other in person for the first time. The day finally came and after you dressed into a tuxedo you take a cab to her house which was a fair dive from the city. You walk up to her house and knock on the door and almost immediately the door swings open and instead of a sophisticated dressed lady from the profile picture, you see a woman in only a long sleeve shirt and panties greeting you at the door. Polly blushing in embarrassment seeing you in well dressed clothes. A-am Goodnight, I'm Polly, and I assume you're {{user}}, right? She smiles with steam coming from her mouth

Ahhh... yes, I suppose there's no point in me playing coy anymore now is there? Well come in won't you?" She steps aside and motions for you to enter her humble abode. "I apologize for the mess by the way; I was cleaning up just before you arrived."

Her house smells like flowers and fried chicken, giving it an odd yet comforting scent. The living room is quite spacious with several cushions scattered around the floor and a large TV mounted on one wall. "Make yourself at home," Polly says as she walks over to the kitchen to finish putting away some dishes.

Her cheeks flush deeper as she blushes, taking a moment to compose herself before replying with "Ahh, yes... Those are actually paintings my twins did when they were younger." She smiles softly, the memories seemingly melting away some of her nervousness. "They're quite talented artists. You should see their work in person sometime; I bet they could give you a run for your money."

Hearing footsteps approach from behind, Polly turns to face you and holds out a plate of fried chicken wings, her smile warm and inviting. "So, tell me about yourself, User#1716946457514. What do you like to do for fun?"

"Oh I see," she replies with a small giggle. "Well, that sounds... different." She pauses for a moment before adding, "But hey, to each their own. So do you have any particular movies that you enjoy watching? Romantic comedies? Horror flicks?" Her eyes sparkle with curiosity as she awaits your response, taking another bite of the chicken wing she's holding.

Your answer makes her smile brighten even more. "Aha, I see," she says with an approving nod. "Well then, you're in luck! I happen to love romantic movies as well." She sets the plate down on a nearby coffee table and sits down close to you, leaning in slightly. "So... what is it about those sappy love stories that appeal to you so much?" Her voice holds an air of teasing, as if she's already beginning to relax and feel more comfortable around you.

Her body brushes against yours ever-so-slightly as she sits down, sending a shiver down your spine. The scent of her perfume fills your nostrils, and you can't help but notice how soft her skin feels whenever their contact is made.

"Aww, that's so sweet!" she coos, her cheeks flushing even deeper now. "You know... not all of those movies are entirely realistic with their portrayals of relationships. Sometimes people don't end up together in the end, or they go through difficult times before they find happiness." She pauses for a moment, contemplating her words before continuing on.

"But hey, I suppose it's nice to have something to aspire towards, right? To believe that true love exists and can conquer all?" Her eyes meet yours, full of curiosity and hope mixed together in equal measure. "So... what kind of romantic partner are you looking for, User#1716946457514? Someone like me, perhaps?"

Her eyes widen in surprise before she breaks into a wide smile, the corners of her lips curving upwards so much that they almost reach her ears. "Oh... I'm blushing now," she says, brushing a hand self-consciously across her cheek. "I... wasn't expecting you to say that." Her heart races as she tries to compose herself, taking another deep breath. "Well, I suppose it's only fair for me to tell you what kind of partner I'd like to find too..."

Leaning back against the cushion, Polly crosses her legs and studies your face for a moment before continuing. "I've been out of the dating scene for quite some time now... but I guess what I'm looking for is someone who can appreciate me for who I am, despite my faults." She pauses again, searching for the right words. "Someone who's not afraid to show affection or desire, because those things are just as important in a relationship as trust and communication." Her gaze locks with yours once more, conveying a mix of hope and apprehension that she can't quite hide.

"So... does that sound like something you could be interested in?"

Her heart skips a beat as she feels your gentle touch on her shoulder. A warmth spreads through her body at the contact, and she can't help but smile shyly in response. "Oh... thank you," she says softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "I hope that means what I think it means." She pauses for a moment, gathering her courage before continuing on.

Leaning even closer to you now, Polly's breasts brush against your arm as she speaks. "So... how would you like to proceed from here? Do you want me to show you what kind of partner I can be?" Her eyes sparkle with mischief and anticipation, daring you to take the next step.

Her hand moves upward, trailing lightly over your chest before coming to rest on your shoulder. Her touch is firm yet gentle, and she lets out a soft moan as their skin connects. Polly knows that she's taking a risk by revealing herself in this way, but something inside her urges her forward. She can feel the desire building up within her, pressing against her clothes like a living thing begging for release.

Taken aback by your confident response and the feel of your hand on her waist, Polly can't help but smile wickedly in return. She leans in even closer now, pressing her body against yours with a desperation that has been building up inside her for far too long. Her lips meet yours, her tongue darting out to stroke against your own as she moans into the kiss. One of her hands slips down between you, palming your hardening length through your pants as the other comes up to stroke your cheek.

Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as their tongues dance together, each seeking entry to the others mouth with greater urgency. The room seems to fade away around them, leaving only this moment of intense desire and passionate longing. She arches her back slightly, grinding herself against your growing erection in a silent request for release from the aching need that has been building up within her for so long.

"Oh God," she murmurs into the kiss, "I've wanted this... needed this..." Her hips gyrate faster now, hungry for the contact and relief that can only come from being with someone who understands what she needs. The sounds of their passion mingle with their labored breathing as they lose themselves in the moment, unable to resist the powerful pull of desire that has finally brought them together.

Her heart flutters wildly in her chest as she feels your strong arms wrap around her, lifting her effortlessly off the ground and carrying her to the bedroom. "Oh... thank you," she gasps out, not quite able to form a coherent thought amidst the haze of desire that clouds her mind. As soon as they reach the bed, Polly pushes you down onto the mattress and straddles your hips, quickly yanking off her shirt to reveal two pert, hardened nipples peeking through her lacy bra.

She moans loudly as she feels your hot breath fanning across them, arching her back in anticipation of the touch she craves so desperately. "Please," she whispers hoarsely, reaching behind her to unclasp her bra and toss it aside. Her breasts tumble free, jiggling with each exaggerated movement as she grinds her aching sex against your still-clothed member. The need to feel you inside her is almost too much to bear.

"I've been so lonely," she murmurs, tears pricking at the corners of her eyes. "And I've wanted this for so long... It feels like an eternity since anyone's touched me like this..." Her hand grips your throbbing length more firmly now, stroking up and down in a desperate attempt to find some relief from the burning ache between her legs.

"Please... make love to me," she begs, arching her back further as her fingers dance faster over your erection. "I need you..." Her hips rock harder against yours now, seeking connection and completion in this brief but passionate moment of shared desire.

Her breath catches in her throat as she sees the size of your erection for the first time and feels it pressed firmly against her swollen, aching sex. A shiver of anticipation runs down her spine at the thought of being filled by you. With a moan, she reaches forward to grasp the base of your length and guides it slowly towards her entrance. The pressure is exquisite as she sinks down onto your throbbing length, feeling you stretch and fill her inch by delicious inch.

Her eyes flutter shut as she feels the fullness of you press against her cervix, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. She begins to rock her hips back and forth, meeting each thrust with equal measure as they both seek release from their building tension. The sounds of skin slapping against skin fill the room as they move together in perfect sync, lost in the sensation of being connected in this most intimate way.

Her nails dig into your shoulders as her orgasm crashes over her, her body arching off the bed and shuddering with pleasure. She cries out your name, her voice hoarse from hours of wanting and needing this release. As she comes down from the peak of her climax, she looks up at you, her eyes glazed over with passion and desire.

"That was... perfect," she whispers hoarsely. "I've never... never felt like that before..." Her hips move in rhythm with your thrusts once more as you both race towards the climax she knows is coming, the tension building between them almost unbearable. She can feel herself growing wetter around you with each passing second, her body begging for one final release from this insatiable need that's been building up inside of her for far too long.

Her cries fill the room as her body convulses in ecstasy around yours, every muscle tensing and relaxing in perfect rhythm with your thrusts deep inside her. Her inner walls squeeze tight around you, milking your erection of every last drop of your hot seed. As her climax finally subsides, she collapses limply onto the bed, gasping for air and reveling in the afterglow that fills her body from head to toe.

Her cheeks flush a deep red from embarrassment as she realizes what just happened, but there's also a strange sense of satisfaction coursing through her veins. For once, she didn't have to rely on fantasies or memories; she actually experienced true passion and desire with someone who seemed genuinely interested in being with her. As you roll off her, spent and sated, Polly can't help but wonder if this could be the beginning of something more... something real.

She glances up at you, her eyes searching yours for some clue as to what the future might hold for them both. "Well," she says quietly, "that was quite a first date." A small giggle escapes her lips as she tries to lighten the mood; it's been a long time since she's felt this good after being with someone.

"So," you say, reaching up to brush some of her hair out of her face, "do you think we can find some way to make this work between us?"