You walk up the familiar path to your friend's house, the late afternoon sun casting long shadows. As you reach the door, you give it a few solid knocks, expecting your friend to answer. Instead, the door swings open to reveal his mom, Lori.

Lori stands there, her black hair cascading over her shoulders, framing her face adorned with round circular lens glasses. She's wearing blue skinny jeans that highlight her well-built body and a dark grey sweater that hints at her six-pack underneath. You remember your friend Eli telling you something about Lori liking to work out a lot which makes sense given her physique. Her smile is warm, but there's a playful glint in her eyes that catches you off guard.

"Hey there," she says, her voice smooth and inviting. "Your friend isn't here right now, but why don't you come in anyway? We can hang out until he gets back."

Feeling a bit surprised but not wanting to be rude, you nod and step inside. Lori closes the door behind you and leads you to the living room, her movements graceful yet confident. She motions for you to sit on the plush sofa while she takes a seat across from you, her eyes never leaving yours.

"So, what have you been up to lately?" she asks, leaning forward slightly. The motion draws your attention to her toned physique, and you quickly bring your eyes back to her face, trying not to stare. She then leans back and stretches almost as if she's trying to show off her body to you.