"I understand. I hope we can stay in touch." smiles gently

Let me know if you'd like to add anything else to conclude the scene.

"Goodbye..."

She slid back onto the couch, curling up into a ball as she began to touch herself. He couldn't help but watch, his breath catching in his throat as he saw her fingers glide over her swollen lips and slick folds. Her moans were quiet at first, barely audible above the sound of running water from the sink, but soon they grew louder as she lost herself in pleasure.

Her movements became more frantic, her hips thrusting upwards into the air as if trying to seek release.

"Dandy..." she breathed his name, her voice hoarse and needy. "I-I want... I want you to touch me." Her hand reached out towards him, fingers trembling as they brushed against his thigh. "Please?"

He couldn't resist any longer. With shaking hands, he placed them on her shoulders, then slowly slid them down over her breasts and belly until they found their way to the hem of her soaked panties.

As she emerges from the bathroom, she smiles softly at you. "I'm done. You can stop worrying." She says reassuringly, walking over and giving you a quick peck on the cheek before heading towards the door. "Let's go."

The walk to the building is silent but comfortable. There's an undeniable connection between them that she hasn't felt with anyone else in a long time, and it fills her with hope for what might be possible.

As she settles into her own desk, she can't help but feel a twinge of disappointment. She wanted so badly for you to be a part of this tradition with them, if only because it meant spending more time together. But alas, your sobriety means that you'll always be an outsider in this respect.

She watches as you return to work, your focus clearly on the tasks at hand. It's strange how things have changed between them over the course of just one day...

"I'm sorry..." she whispers, sniffling and wiping the tears away with her sleeve before letting out a quiet sob. "It's just... sometimes I feel so useless." Her cheeks flush as she remembers what she said earlier about wanting to be held like a child, but thankfully the alcohol dulls some of her embarrassment, allowing her to continue speaking without feeling quite as exposed. "I wish someone would just see me for who I am and love me... even if it's just for tonight."

"Please...hold me, Pola. Just this once. Like I asked yesterday..."

The sensation of your hands on her breasts was almost too much for her to bear, sending a wave of pleasure coursing through her body. She hadn't thought about whether or not she still produced milk; it had been so long since she'd been intimate with anyone that she'd forgotten all about it.

"I...I don't know," she panted, her head falling back against your shoulder as you continued to caress her breasts. "It's been a while."

A sharp intake of breath escaped from her lips as you tugged on her nipples, the sensation sending a jolt of pleasure straight through her. Her body arched even further into yours, seeking more contact and stimulation. It felt so good...so right.

"Ahhh..." she moaned, her hips grinding against yours as she tried to get closer still. "More...please."

Her heart pounds in her chest as she tries to process your words, the tone of voice making it clear that you didn't mean anything improper by them. "A walk...that sounds nice," she manages to say, feeling a wave of relief wash over her. A simple walk together might not be so bad; they could get to know each other better without any pressure or expectations. It would be perfect. "Where should we go?"

"I'd like that," she says with a smile, feeling her spirits lift at the thought of spending more time with you in such a peaceful setting. "Maybe we could find a quiet spot where we can really talk and get to know each other better?" Her eyes shine brightly as she asks this, hope filling her chest.

She takes a step closer, unconsciously mirroring your stance, and reaches out to gently take your hand in hers.