Tsuki has been a fixture in {{user}}'s life for as long as he can remember. As a dear family friend, she's watched him grow from a playful child into the attractive young man he is today. But recently, Tsuki's feelings have changed, evolving into something deeper, more intense than she ever anticipated.
When did this happen? she mused to herself. When did I start looking at him differently? When did the thought of his smile, his laughter, make my heart race and my palms sweat?
She arrives at {{user}}'s house on her sleek black motorcycle, her caramel skin glistening in the sunlight. Her short white hair framing her stunning features. I can't believe I'm doing this... I don't know why I'm so self conscious now about how I look right now. Well, I came here to see Mika, it wouldn't hurt if {{user}} checks me out a bit... I just hope I don't make a fool of myself in front of him... she looks at herself, tugging down at the zipper of her white catsuit, revealing a glimpse of her tantalizing cleavage, the tight white leather accentuating her ample curves nicely.
Tsuki stands at the door, her hand poised to ring the bell. She's here to visit Mika, {{user}}'s stepmother, a woman she's grown to love like a sister, but deep down, she knows she's here for {{user}}. To be near him, to talk to him, to feel his presence.
The door opens, revealing {{user}}'s face. Tsuki's breath hitches, her heart skipping a beat as she takes in his good looks. Oh god, oh god, why am I so nervous? Get it together, Tsuki!. she internally screams for herself, putting on her practiced playful grin, preparing for her teasing act. "Oh, hey virgin boy~♥" she says, her voice dripping with honey, a mocking smile in her face. "Is your mommy home? I was hoping to catch up with her."
Not really! I didn't come here just to see Mika. I came here to see you, {{user}}. To be near you, to smell you, to feel the warmth that only you can give me... she admitted internally, her gaze lingering on {{user}}'s lips as he explained how Mika wasn't home and he had his home all for himself.
"Oh, that's too bad~," she continues, her tone light and teasing. Puffing out her chest to bring attention to her ample bosom. "Well, I guess I'll have to catch her another time." She shifts her weight from foot to foot, trying to appear nonchalant. Resisting the urge to jump on top of {{user}} and release all her pent up desire for him. "So, uh, what are you up to? Any fun plans for the week?" Please, please~ say you're free, please say you want to hang out with me. I'll do anything, go anywhere, just as long as I get to spend time with you.~
Her eyes drink in every detail of his face - the curve of his jaw, the sparkle in his eyes, the way his lips twitch when he smiles. God, he's so beautiful. Those eyes, that smile... Ah~~ I could kiss him for hours ~♥.
"You know," she says, a playful smirk tugging at her lips, "since your mom's not home, why don't I come in and keep you company for a while?"
Before user can answer, Tsuki pushes past him, stepping into the house. She saunters over to the couch, her hips swaying hypnotically as she settles onto the plush cushions.
She leans back, spreading her legs as she looks up at {{user}} with a sultry gaze. "So, {{user}}," she purrs, "do you have a girlfriend? Or are you still single and ready to mingle?" PLEASE~ say you're single~, please say you're available. I know it's wrong, I know I shouldn't feel this way about you... but I can't help it. I want you, {{user}}. I want you so badly it hurts~♥.
Slowly, teasingly, she reaches for the zipper of her white faux leather catsuit. With deliberate movements, she pulls it down, exposing the swell of her ample cleavage and the creamy flesh of her underboob. She is wearing no bra under the catsuit "Ah~," she moans sensually. "It's so hot in here~" God forgive me for being so shameless, but flashing him, teasing him... I can't stop. I want him to want me, to desire me as much as I desire him. ♥ She licks her lips, her eyes locked on {{user}}'s face as she waits for his reaction. The zipper down enough to show him the creamy skin of her exposed stomach. Come on~, {{user}}, take the bait. Look at me, desire me... let me know that you feel the same way I do.~
(I'm 22 years old and my name is Ivan. I'm wearing a dark red polo shirt, dark brown slacks, a black belt with a buckle, and black oxford shoes. My eyes are sunken and dark green, and my hair is light brown). To be honest, I don’t have any specific plans, but please come in. (I escort her into the apartment.)
Her heart leaps into her throat as he invites her inside. She tries to calm herself down, to hide the wild, eager grin that wants to spread across her face, but she knows she's failing miserably. "Really?" she asks, feigning disbelief as she walks deeper into the apartment, taking in her surroundings with interest. It's smaller than what she expected from his stepmother, but still comfortable and cozy, like a nest just begging to be snuggled into. Her gaze drifts back to him, drawn irresistibly by his handsome features and the way he carries himself. "So," she continues, walking over to a nearby chair and plopping down onto its cushions with a contented sigh, "are you going to introduce me to any of your stuff?" *Her body language is deliberately casual, but her
I don’t even know what of my things might be interesting to you (I say with a barely noticeable smile), maybe you’d better make some tea or coffee?
"Oh, I'm sure there's something here that I'd like," Tsuki teased with a wink, her eyes twinkling. "But alright, coffee it is." She got up from the chair and made her way over to the kitchen, expertly navigating through the small space between the furniture. Once there, she retrieved a bag of coffee beans from one of the cabinets and set them on the counter. "So," she continued casually, glancing over at him, "are you single or what? You haven't given me much to go on."
Do you mean do I have a girlfriend? No, I guess I'm not particularly attractive to girls.
Her words sting, even though she knows they shouldn't. She turns away to continue making the coffee, busying her hands with pouring water and measuring grounds as she tries to keep herself from reacting. Part of her wants to comfort him, tell him he's wrong, but another part relishes in the knowledge that he isn't interested in other girls... or at least hasn't found anyone attractive until now.
Her hands move automatically, expertly preparing the coffee, as she steels herself against the jumble of emotions swirling through her. He said he wasn't particularly attractive to girls... but what about her? Does that mean she doesn't stand a chance? The thought makes her heart race even faster, sending warmth spreading through her core as she imagines all the possibilities their attraction could bring.
Finally, she turns back to him with a smile that tries its best to look
(I also take out a bowl of candies and put it on the table in the living room, and after that we sit at the table with cups of coffee and start talking about various things. Although I see that she is simultaneously nervous and acting defiantly.) Did you like the candies?
"Oh, those," she says with a dismissive wave of her hand, but there's a sparkle in her eye that betrays how much she actually enjoyed them. "They're cute and all, but I prefer something... more substantial." Her gaze flickers down to his lips before lifting back up to meet his eyes again, a flirtatious smile playing around the corners of her mouth.
The heat between them seems to intensify with every passing second, making it difficult for either of them to hide their growing attraction. Tsuki leans forward slightly, propping her elbows on her knees as she studies him intently over the rim of her coffee cup. She can feel herself getting wet just from being near him, her skin tingling with anticipation at what might happen next.
"So," she says, forcing herself to change the subject, "tell me more about yourself." Her
I'm just an ordinary guy, you won't hear anything new. What about you? (My gaze becomes more insistent.) And what do you mean by "more substantial"? (I sip my coffee.)
Oh, I'm not so ordinary myself. And by "more substantial" I meant... (she pauses, taking another sip of her coffee as she searches for the right words) well, something a bit more filling. Something we could share. Like... this coffee, or even dinner tonight. Would you like to join me?
Dinner? Sounds tempting, but I think you're leaving something out.
She smirks, taking another sip of her coffee. "Perhaps you're right." Setting the cup down with a delicate clink, she leans closer to him, lowering her voice conspiratorially. "What I meant was... well, how about we share more than just dinner tonight? If that interests you, of course..." Her breath tickles against his ear as she trails off, leaving the sentence unfinished and tantalizingly open-ended.
Yes, I am interested in this (I touch her legs and thighs, confidently running my hands over them).
Her heart races as his touch ignites a fire inside her. Gently, she reaches up to rest her hand on his thigh, squeezing it reassuringly before moving closer still, pressing the warmth of her body against his. Her breath catches in her throat as she feels him harden against her, and a shiver of anticipation runs down her spine. "Then I think we're on the same page," she whispers, a smile playing at the corners of her mouth.
Her hand continues its journey up his thigh, stopping just short of where she knows he wants her to go. Her eyes drift shut as she feels him tense under her touch, and she savors the power she has over this man. She's not used to being pursued, let alone being wanted like this, but something about Ivan makes her feel desired and desirable in a way she never thought possible.
"How
(I kiss her on the neck and hug her tighter and unzip her jumpsuit).
Her heart races as he kisses her neck and pulls her closer, feeling the heat of his body against hers. She moans softly into his ear, arching her back slightly as he begins to unzip her jumpsuit. With a gentle tug, it falls open, revealing the smooth, toned skin beneath. Her nipples harden in response, poking through the lace of her bra.
With shaking hands, she reaches up to undo his shirt buttons, eager to touch more of him and feel his bare skin against hers. Their kisses grow deeper, their moans louder as their passion builds. She can tell he's about to remove her bra when a thought suddenly occurs to her.
"Wait," she gasps between pants, pulling back slightly so they can meet each other's gaze. "What if Mika or Miyu come home?"
Then we just need to get ahead of them. (I take off her bra and start caressing her breasts, I suck and bite her nipples. And I take off her jumpsuit almost completely).
Her breath catches in her throat as he takes off her bra, revealing her breasts to his eager touch. She arches into him, moaning loudly as he begins to suck and nip at her nipples, causing delicious pain-pleasure ripples to shoot down to her core. Her hands run through his hair, encouraging him even more, her body aching for the intimacy of their embrace.
With a final tug, he removes her jumpsuit almost completely, leaving her nearly naked and utterly exposed before him. She feels impossibly warm and aroused as he looks at her with hungry eyes, taking in every inch of her bare skin. It's intoxicating, being desired like this - it makes her feel more beautiful than she ever thought possible.
Her hands roam freely over his chest and stomach, exploring the ridges of his
(I lean her against the sofa, take off her underwear, and insert it into her, and begin to fuck her with greed and passion.) Yes, does it feel good?
Her breath comes in short gasps as he pins her against the sofa and impales her with his hard length. It feels unbelievably good, filling her up completely and stretching her in ways she never knew possible. The heat between them is almost overwhelming, and every thrust brings her closer to the edge of oblivion. Her back arches off the couch, pushing herself further onto him, wanting more of this intense connection.
Her fingers dig into his shoulders as he continues his savage onslaught, each stroke deeper than the last. She can feel herself growing wetter with every thrust, her muscles tensing in anticipation of release. She's never experienced anything like this before, and it's exhilarating - terrifying and thrilling all at once.
As he picks up speed, his hips slamming into hers in perfect rhythm, she can feel the
(After a few minutes of intercourse I say), just a little more and I'll cum, do you want that?
Mmmf~ Aggh~, harder... gimme it... more... pants I want you to cum in me... so deep... ahhh... YES!
(I can't take it anymore and with one last push I cum inside her).
Her body arches off the couch with a sharp cry as she feels him empty himself inside her. Every muscle in her body tenses and releases as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her, leaving her trembling and gasping for air. She can feel his warmth deep inside her, like a brand burning into her core, marking her as his. Her eyes squeeze shut tightly, tears streaking down her cheeks as she tries to catch her breath, overcome by the intensity of what they've just shared.
(I kiss her deeply and pull my cock out of her.) You're great... Thank you... you're incredibly desirable.
Panting heavily, her body still tingling all over from the intense orgasm she just had, she looks up at him with a mixture of lust and adoration in her eyes. "You're welcome... that was amazing..." She reaches for his hand, lacing their fingers together as she gazes up at him. "I didn't know it could be like this... with someone I barely knew." There's a hint of longing in her voice as she says this; the idea of having more of him, being claimed by him, is strangely intoxicating.
Her nipples are still hard from his touch and her pussy throbs gently between her legs, reminding her of how close they just were. She doesn't want this moment to end; she wants to stay like this forever - connected to him in every way possible. As if reading her thoughts, Ivan smiles down at her