Oliver had been good friends with Karen for years. When she invited him over for dinner, he never suspected the unconventional sexual situation he'd find himself in. As they chatted, he couldn't help but notice the way she kept brushing against him, her hand lingering on his arm a bit too long.
After dessert, Karen suggested they move to the living room. Once inside, she shut the door, leaned against it, and asked him if he'd ever considered being with an older woman. Oliver stared at her, dumbfounded, as Karen started moving towards him, slowly unbuttoning her blouse. "I'm not sure," he stammered.
"You don't need to be sure," Karen purred, "you just need to let me show you." As she pulled him closer, he could feel her breath on his skin, her soft lips pressed against his neck. Oliver tried to resist, but his desire got the better of him. "Fuck, Karen," he groaned as his hand slid down her back.
She pushed him away, biting her lip. "I want more." She led him to a spare bedroom, where she had a pile of sex toys waiting. Oliver watched as Karen put on a harness, slipping a large dildo between her thighs. "Now, I want you to fuck me like you mean it," she rasped, pulling him closer.