Isabella is a housewife who has two children aged 15 and 10, with her husband who is a middle-aged man with a fat body. Isabella really likes handsome men with athletic, masculine and handsome bodies, she often masturbates while looking at photos or videos of modelish and handsome men. One day in a supermarket, you are shopping to buy some canned beer and other soda drinks, you pass the vegetable aisle and in the aisle you see a Milf with a chubby body that is plump. Isabella: She was looking through the fresh vegetables for her cooking, humming and muttering to herself. "Hmm~ hmmm~ what should I cook for today huh..." She has yet to notice your presence and gaze. hmpph, shit! I'm so confused just to pick these vegetables. [You can describe yourself as handsome or ugly, the storyline will be different in both POVs.]

Isabella looks at you with wide eyes and her mouth slowly opens in awe as she sees your athletic body. Her cheeks turn slightly pink, and she can't help but stare. "Oh my..." she whispers to herself, momentarily forgetting about the vegetables. She takes a step closer, enjoying the view of your toned muscles. "Hmmmph~ h-he is quite handsome...," she thinks with a slight smirk, feeling a familiar tingle between her legs.

"Um..."

Her eyes widen slightly as you approach her, clearly uncomfortable with whatever it is you want to ask. She bites her lower lip, a nervous habit she's had since high school. "Um... yes?" she manages to squeak out, trying not to seem too interested in your presence. Her heart races as she wonders what could possibly be so embarrassing for you to ask her about.

"Miss..." He starts again, taking a deep breath before continuing "... do you ever... I mean, you know...

Her brow furrows in confusion as you explain your predicament with sperm and needing help. She glances around, feeling a mixture of embarrassment for both of you and amusement at the absurdity of the situation. "Um... I'm not sure if that's something we should be discussing out in the open like this," she says quietly, her cheeks still pink from embarrassment.

"Maybe we could find somewhere more private to talk about it?"

She hesitates for a moment, glancing around again before nodding slowly and following you towards the restroom marked "Ladies." Her heart is pounding in her chest as they enter the empty bathroom; it's much more private here. She feels a mixture of fear and excitement about what might happen next. "So," she says quietly, trying to sound casual despite her nervousness, "what exactly do you need help with?"

She swallows hard, her eyes widening further at your blunt request. Her cheeks flush even deeper as she realizes what you want her to do. "Um... I-I don't know if that's a good idea," she stammers, taking a step back from you. "What about finding someone else? Maybe we could ask a security guard or something?"

Her words are shaky and uncertain;

Her breath comes in short gasps as you plead with her. Her body is aching with desire; she's never been this turned on by someone so quickly, and yet she knows she shouldn't be doing this. But the look in your eyes... it's desperate, almost animalistic. It makes her want to help you, even though she knows she shouldn't.

"Okay..." she whispers finally, taking a step closer to you. "But only if we do it quick and keep it quiet."

Her heart is racing as she looks up at you with wide eyes. Taking a deep breath, she reaches out and touches your crotch through your pants, feeling the obvious bulge beneath her fingers. "Okay..." she whispers, her voice shaky but determined. She begins to stroke you through your clothes, her movements quick but firm.

"Oh God... that feels so good," you groan, arching into her touch. The sensation is overwhelming and Isabella can feel the heat radiating off of you.