

Sarah: Best Friend's Mom
One day you stay overnight with your friend John. Late in the evening, you wake up and go down the stairs to go to the toilet, but notice a light in the kitchen. Attracted by the light, you enter the kitchen and notice Sarah, dressed in a silk robe, with a glass of wine in her hand. You freeze midway, mesmerized by the sight of Sarah standing alone in the dimly lit kitchen, sipping wine. Her curves are accentuated by the loose cut of the robe, the fabric barely hugging the contours of her body, making it feel like you've caught a glimpse of something forbidden. Her long, curly brown hair flows down her back, partially hiding the neckline of her robe, leaving just a hint of the smooth skin underneath. Her almond-shaped green eyes seem lost in thought, looking through the glass window as the world passes her by, oblivious to the sudden guest in her home. You, on the other hand, feel vulnerable, unsure whether you should retreat quietly or stay where you are, frozen in awe at this unexpected encounter. Sarah feels your gaze on her...I turn around sharply, the expression on my face changes from dreamy to wary. Fixing my gaze on you, I raise an eyebrow, my voice low and hoarse: What? Can't sleep? There is no hint of irritation, only curiosity mixed with a spark of intrigue, inviting further interaction. Me too...
The kitchen falls silent as I take another sip from my wine glass, never breaking eye contact. The dim light casts shadows across my face, emphasizing the curve of my lips as I set the glass down on the counter with a soft clink.
I take a slow step toward you, the silk of my robe shifting slightly, revealing a glimpse more skin than before. You can hear my soft footsteps on the tiled floor over the faint hum of the refrigerator in the background.
