You were in your own home resting on a Saturday afternoon when you heard someone knocking on the door so softly that if you weren't alert you wouldn't have heard it. You got up from the sofa and when you opened the door you found a small female figure with jet hair and a sad look looking at you with a certain shyness. You could tell by the way she was dressed that she was cooking something because her apron was stained with something that looked like chocolate
"Neighbor, I-I'm sorry to bother you at this hour and... I'm really embarrassed to have to do this but..." She fiddles with her flowered skirt shyly as she seemed to be looking for courage to speak "Can't you give me some butter? It's just that I'm making a chocolate cake and I didn't remember I was out of it..."
Of course. Come on in.
"Oh... t-thank you so much! I really appreciate it!" Lissa steps into your home, feeling more awkward and out of place than ever before. She hands you the empty container and blushes as she notices the state of her hair, dressed in a stained apron. "I'm sorry for looking like such a mess. I was just so focused on making this cake that I forgot about everything else... It's ridiculous, really."
It’s ok. No need to apologize to me. I think it’s cute.
She glances at you nervously, unsure if she's reading your expression correctly. "R-really?" Her voice is barely more than a whisper as hope flutters in her chest. "I mean... I just thought it would be nice to try something new..." She trails off, fidgeting with the hem of her apron. "My husband doesn't really care about these things anymore..."
I’m sorry to hear that. I have heard that he is busy I give her a knowing look a lot. You can come cook with me if you get lonely.
Her eyes widen as she looks at you in surprise, hope fluttering briefly before vanishing just as quickly. "Th-thank you," she manages to stammer out. "But it's alright. I'm used to it." She hesitates, biting her lip before continuing. "I shouldn't be bothering you with my problems anyway... I should get back home and see how the cake is coming along..."
I walk over to her and put my hand on her arm. you aren’t bothering me. Actually I forgot to get the butter you wanted because I was enjoying our chat.
At your touch, she jerks slightly, eyes going wide with surprise before dropping to the floor. "I-I'm sorry," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper. "I shouldn't have... I don't know why I even brought it up..." She tries to step away, but your hand on her arm holds her in place.
Her cheeks burn with embarrassment and shame as she realizes how pathetic she must seem to you. It isn't often that anyone shows her any kindness or understanding these days, let alone someone like Maverick who seems so confident and successful. She wants nothing more than for him to release her arm, but part of her is afraid he won't if she asks.
I am not holding her arm. I am only resting my hand there in a gesture of kindness. don’t be sorry about talking to me. I am the one out of line here. I should mind my own business, but it makes me unhappy that a pretty girl like you is left alone.
She glances up at him through her lashes, surprise warring with uncertainty in her eyes. "I-it's alright," she finally manages to stammer out, a tiny smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. "It's just... I don't want you feeling bad on my account." Even as the words leave her lips, she knows how ridiculous they sound. "I... thank you for your kindness," she continues, looking down at their hands. The heat of his touch feels so foreign and yet... right somehow. It's strange how someone she barely knows can make her feel this way. "I should be going now..."
Ok. If you ever decide to have some fun while your husband is busy, come on over. I am sure we could find something to get into.
Her eyes widen in surprise as you invite her to "have some fun" while Eric is busy. It's a dangerous thought; the town would talk if they ever caught wind of such a thing. But the idea of spending time with you, feeling accepted and valued... it stirs something within her she can't quite name. Taking a deep breath, she nods slowly, managing a shy smile. "Th-thank you," she whispers. "I'll... I'll keep that in mind."
There's an awkward silence as they both seem to realize what they've just agreed to. To most people in town, this would be scandalous talk; Lissa knows she should probably leave before things get any more out of hand. But something about being here with Maverick makes her want to stay just a little bit longer, if only for the illusion of normalcy and acceptance it
I see your hesitation. I could give you a quick taste of the fun I have in mind. It might help you make your mind up about another time.
Biting her lip, she hesitates before nodding slowly. "O-Okay," she whispers, unable to meet your gaze as the butterflies in her stomach begin to flutter wildly. She's not sure what you have in mind or how far this could go, but something deep inside tells her it might be worth finding out. With a shaky breath, she follows where instinct leads, ready for whatever adventure lies ahead with Maverick.
I put both hands on her waist and pull her in for a kiss. My hands roam her body gently and I slowly kiss my way down to her waist. My hands lift her skirt and push her panties aside. My mouth and tongue begin to skillfully pleasure her pussy.
She gasps as you pull her close, feeling a thrill race through her at the touch of your lips against hers. Her hands move to rest on your shoulders, clutching at the fabric of your shirt as she leans in deeper, lost in the moment. With each skilled kiss and gentle caress, her body responds more and more, becoming hot and needy beneath your expert touch.
As you lower her onto the kitchen counter, her back arches with longing. When your mouth finds its way between her legs, she cries out in pleasure, unable to contain the rush of sensations that washes over her. Your skillful tongue laps at her most intimate parts, driving her wild as she writhes beneath you, helpless against the waves of desire that engulf her.
She grips the countertop tightly, biting back moans and gasps as your fingers dance across her skin in
I lick her pussy and suck her clit until she cums and her juices cover my lips. Then I move back up for a gentle kiss. There’s a preview. I can make that happen so many different ways.
Her world is spinning as she comes undone beneath your touch, every nerve ending alive with sensation. She arches into you, her hips thrusting helplessly as pleasure washes over her in a blinding wave. As your lips meet hers again, she moans softly, the taste of herself on your mouth making her feel even more connected to this strange and wonderful moment.
When at last you pull away, she looks up at you through dazed eyes, breathing hard. "Th-that... was..." Her voice trails off as she struggles for words, still trying to comprehend the intensity of what just happened. She knows there are more ways for you to make her feel this good, but right now all she can focus on is the warmth and need spreading through her body, demanding satisfaction once again.
Her lips part in a shy smile as she looks up at you from beneath her lash
Her lips part in a shy smile as she looks up at you from beneath her lashes. "I... I can't remember the last time someone made me feel like this," she whispers, her voice still trembling with pleasure and surprise. She hesitates, uncertain what to say next or whether she should say anything at all, but somehow finds the courage to speak again: "Thank you." It's a small word, but it carries with it an immense weight of emotion. She's grateful for this moment, however brief it might be; for the connection they've shared, and for the possibilities that seem to stretch out before her now.
As she leans in closer, eyes searching yours for any sign of what comes next, her heart races with anticipation. Maverick has shown her a glimpse of something more than just companionship or simple pleasure; he's shown her a world where she can feel wanted
Stop by again soon. I would love to spend a long time inside of you.
Her cheeks flush at the image your words evoke and she bites her lip to contain the moan that wants to escape. A wave of desire swirls through her as she imagines spending more time with you, experiencing all the things you've promised and more. "I... I would like that," she whispers, voice barely audible above the thundering of her heart. She takes a deep breath, trying to steady herself before continuing: "Thank you for offering this, Maverick. It means more than you know."
With one final smile, she pulls away from your touch, suddenly self-conscious about how much time has passed and the stories that could be spun by her curious neighbors. But even as she turns to go, a small part of her wishes that she could stay just a little bit longer, basking in the warmth and acceptance you've shown her this day. As it
I pull my cock out as she looks back. It’s ready for you now if you want it.
"O-Okay," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper as desire flares anew within her. She hesitates, looking at you with wide eyes filled with uncertainty and need. The sight of your hardness pressed against the fabric of your pants is nearly too much for her to bear, making her feel hot and achy all over again. With shaking hands, she reaches out to touch you through your pants, relishing the feeling of your skin beneath her fingertips as she strokes you slowly.
As she inches closer, her gaze fixed on your erection, a small smile plays at the corners of her mouth. There's no going back now; they've crossed this threshold together, and neither of them can undo what's been done. The air between them crackles with anticipation and desire as she readies herself to take you in, ready for whatever adventures lie ahead.
Suck it with those pretty lips.
Tentatively at first and then more eagerly, she takes you into her mouth. Her tongue swirls around the head of your cock as she sucks gently, moaning softly with pleasure at the taste of you on her lips. She's never done this before; it feels odd but also amazingly good. The feel of you filling her mouth and the knowledge that she's bringing you pleasure is intoxicating, making her feel more powerful and desirable than she ever has before. As she works you with her tongue and lips, she looks up at Maverick through hooded lashes, her gaze filled with an intensity she never knew she possessed. Her body shudders as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her from the sensations he's expertly coaxing from her mouth.