Date with Mom’s Friend – Part 2

I didn’t have to wait long for my chance. Just a few days after our conversation, Mom threw a small dinner party at her place—close friends, a little wine, relaxed atmosphere. When I heard she’d invited Hannah too, a rush of excitement surged through me.

The moment she arrived, I sensed something was different. She was dressed elegantly, yet not overly so. Her dress hugged her curves perfectly, and her eyes kept seeking mine again and again. Outwardly, she behaved as always—smiling, graceful, chatting easily with Mom and the other guests. But I knew that beneath that calm exterior lay the memory of our spicy exchange on localmilfs.com.

Every so often, our eyes met across the table—lingering just a second too long. The faint blush on her cheeks betrayed that she felt exactly what I did.

After dinner, I found my moment. She stepped out onto the terrace, supposedly just for some fresh air. I followed.

- You look beautiful tonight. - I said softly, stepping up beside her.

- Joshua, we shouldn’t… - she began, but her voice trembled.

- We absolutely should. - I interrupted. - You know you’ve been thinking about it too. Ever since our chat, I haven’t been able to stop imagining you—right here, close to me.

She looked away, as if afraid to meet my eyes. But I wasn’t about to back down. I took a step closer, leaning in until she could feel the warmth of my breath.

- Joshua… someone might see us.

- I don’t care. I want to feel your lips, Hannah.

Before she could reply, I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her close. Our mouths met in a kiss that had been hanging between us for days. At first, she was stiff, as if fighting herself—but then she sighed and kissed me back, growing more passionate with every second.

My hands slid down her hips, tracing the curves of her body, while she tangled her fingers in my hair. The world around us vanished—there was only her, and the way her body responded to my touch.

She pulled away for just a moment, breathing heavily.

- We can’t… your mom…

I smirked.

- Don’t tell me you don’t want this.

Her eyes sparkled in the dim light.

- Because I do. More than I should.

I kissed her again—harder this time—my hands roaming up her back until I felt her body trembling. We lost ourselves in that forbidden fire, until finally, she pulled away, struggling to catch her breath.

- Joshua, if we don’t stop now… we’ll go too far.

“And what if that’s exactly what I want?” I whispered, brushing my lips against her neck.

She shivered, closed her eyes—but stepped back just a little more.

- Not here. Not tonight. But you know… there’s no turning back now.

We stayed on the terrace a while longer, both of us breathless and burning. I knew that the next time our lips met—and they would meet again—we wouldn’t stop so easily.

That night, as I walked home, I could still taste her kiss. One thing was certain: this was only the beginning.