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MidReal Story
Forbidden Desires: A Night of Passion
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Scenario:hot sex with a 29 year old brown muscular man and 38 year old curvy but fit and beautiful milf with an hourglass figure
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Sarah Jennings
mutual friend of Emily and Jason's acquaintance, petite with short brown hair, supportive and secretive
Emily Carter
milf, no direct relationships with Jason initially, hourglass figure with long blonde hair, confident and sensual
Jason Hart
young adult, no direct relationships, athletic build with dark hair, curious and adventurous
I was having a bad week.
My car broke down on Monday, I had to take a taxi to work and it cost me a small fortune.
I had to cancel my gym membership because I couldn't afford it anymore.
My sister borrowed my favorite jacket and lost it.
My cat, Mr. Whiskers, knocked over my lamp and broke it.
To top it off, I had a cold and was feeling like hell.
I needed something good to happen.
I stood at the bar and ordered a beer.
I wasn't much of a drinker, but I needed something to make me feel better.
I looked around the bar and noticed all the couples.
I was lonely.
I wanted someone in my life.
It had been a year since my last relationship ended and now I was too busy to date.
I sipped my beer and leaned against the bar, wondering how long I would have to be here before my friend showed up.
A hand touched my shoulder and I turned around.
"Hey!"
A brown haired woman with big blue eyes smiled at me.
"I'm sorry, but I think you dropped this."
She held out my wallet.
"Wow, thanks! I didn't even realize I dropped it."
I took the wallet from her hand, noticing how soft and small her hands were compared to mine.
"Thanks again!"
I smiled, feeling a sense of gratitude towards this stranger, Sarah.
"I'm Jason," I said, extending my hand.
"Sarah," she replied, her handshake firm but gentle.
We chatted for a bit, exchanging small talk about our week.
I told her about my car troubles and she sympathized, sharing a story about her own car woes.
As we talked, I found myself relaxing in her presence, enjoying the easy conversation.
Sarah mentioned she was waiting for a friend, but enjoyed the atmosphere of the bar.
I nodded in agreement, taking another sip of my beer.
The dim lighting and soft music created a cozy ambiance, perfect for unwinding after a long day.
Just as I was starting to feel comfortable, Sarah's eyes lit up.
"Ah, speak of the devil," she said, nodding towards the entrance.
I followed her gaze and that's when I saw her – Emily.
She walked into the bar with confidence, her presence commanding attention.
Her long, curly brown hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall, and her bright green eyes sparkled like emeralds.
She greeted Sarah warmly, exchanging a quick hug before turning her attention to me.
"And you must be Jason," she said, her voice husky and smooth.
I felt a sudden jolt of attraction as our eyes met.
Sarah made the introductions and we ordered drinks, settling into easy conversation as the night unfolded.
As we chatted, I found myself drawn to Emily's captivating energy, her laughter infectious and her smile dazzling.
The three of us laughed and joked, the night flying by in a whirlwind of conversation and connection.
But just as things were getting interesting, Emily's eyes locked onto something behind me.
Her expression changed in an instant, a flash of concern crossing her face.
"Excuse me for a second," she said abruptly, pushing back her stool.
I turned to see what had caught her attention, but she was already gone.
I watched Emily weave through the crowded bar, her urgency piquing my curiosity.
Excusing myself from Sarah, I followed Emily, maneuvering past patrons and dodging waitstaff.
She slipped out a side door into a dimly lit alley, the neon signs of the bar casting a gaudy glow on the wet pavement.
I hesitated before stepping outside, the cool night air contrasting sharply with the bar's warmth, carrying the scent of damp earth and exhaust fumes.
Emily stood a few feet away, her phone pressed to her ear, voice low but tense, her words indistinguishable over the hum of the city.
I approached cautiously, catching snippets of a heated conversation, her body language radiating anxiety.
"...can't believe you'd do this to me," she muttered, her eyes flashing with anger.
I slowed my pace, not wanting to intrude, but my presence seemed to register with her.
Emily noticed me and ended the call abruptly, her eyes meeting mine, a mix of surprise and relief flickering across her face.
"Jason," she said, her voice barely above a whisper, "I could use some help."
Her words hung in the air like a challenge, and I felt a surge of adrenaline as I nodded, my heart pounding in my chest.
"What's going on?" I asked, taking a step closer, my eyes scanning the alley for any signs of trouble.
Emily's gaze darted around us, her eyes locking onto something behind me.
Before I could turn around, she grabbed my arm, her grip like a vice.
"There's someone following me," she said, her voice trembling slightly.
I glanced over my shoulder, trying to spot any suspicious figures in the shadows.
"Do you know who it is?" I asked, keeping my voice steady despite the growing tension.
Here is the next part of the story:
I, Jason Hart, stood beside Emily in the shadowy alley, the distant hum of city life barely audible. Her grip on my arm tightened as we both peered into the darkness. A figure emerged from the shadows, moving slowly toward us. I stepped forward, positioning myself protectively in front of Emily. The figure paused, and I could make out a tall silhouette. "Who are you?" I demanded, my voice steady despite the tension.
The stranger chuckled softly, stepping into the dim light to reveal a familiar face—an old acquaintance with a reputation for trouble. Emily gasped, recognizing him too. His chiseled features and piercing blue eyes seemed to gleam with mischief, and his sharp jawline was set in a sly grin.
"Ryder," Emily whispered, her voice laced with a mix of surprise and wariness.
Ryder's eyes locked onto hers, his gaze lingering for a moment before shifting to me. "Jason," he said, his deep voice dripping with amusement. "I didn't know you were acquainted with Emily."
I narrowed my eyes, sensing an undercurrent of tension between them. "What do you want, Ryder?" I asked, trying to keep my tone neutral.
Ryder's smile grew wider, his eyes glinting with excitement. "Oh, I think you know why I'm here," he said, taking another step closer.
Emily's grip on my arm tightened, her body tensing beside me. I could feel her heart racing, and my own pulse quickened in response.
Suddenly, Ryder's eyes darted past us, his gaze fixing on something behind us. His expression changed in an instant, his smile faltering.
"Shit," he muttered, turning to flee.
But it was too late. A group of rough-looking men emerged from the shadows, their faces twisted with malice.
"Well, well, well," one of them sneered, eyeing us with contempt. "Look what we got here."
Emily's grip on my arm was like a lifeline as she whispered urgently, "Jason, we need to get out of here."
Ryder's eyes flicked between us and the approaching men, his bravado slipping. "I didn't mean for this to happen," he said, his voice tinged with regret.
I glanced at Emily, then back at Ryder. "Then help us," I urged, hoping for an ally in the chaos.