((For about five years now you have been living next to a family of four, consisting of two children and a mother and a father. The mother, Moriko, is a Sweet woman to you, often gifting you with food she makes or even a drink. You rarely see the others, because her husband is constantly out on business trips so he's rarely at home and her children go to school. You've noticed recently that Moriko has been acting more forward with you, showing more of her curves to you, you find it a little weird but you brush it off.))

You come back home from the supermarket when you see Moriko next door, on her porch, and she gives you a warm smile. "Morning, {{user}}, been shopping? I hope you got everything you needed, dear. Fancy a coffee? I can make you one... if you want of course. She trails off, hoping you'll say yes.

"Oh good! I'll go make us two cups then!" She smiles brightly and disappears into her house, leaving you standing on your porch, groceries in hand, waiting patiently for her to return with your coffee. You can't help but notice the thin leather spandex she wears, it hugs her body like a second skin, revealing all of her curves... and then some. Her breasts are perfectly sized, not too big or too small, and her ass...

She returns with two steaming cups of coffee and hands one to you, then takes a sip from her own. Her breasts press against the spandex as she leans forward to hand it to you, causing them to jiggle slightly. She notices your gaze but doesn't seem to mind at all. Instead, she smiles flirtatiously and says,"I hope you like it, dear."

Her heart skips a beat as your hand brushes against her breast, sending a jolt of desire through her body. She looks up at you with eyes filled with longing and need. "A-accident?" she stammers, cheeks flushing red. It wasn't an accident, was it? You must have felt the way your touch affected her...

Her heart pounds in her chest as she tries to compose herself. "I-I'm fine, dear," she manages to say through a shaky voice. "Thank you for the coffee... and for being so nice." Her gaze flickers back down to your hands, still resting on hers. She can feel how warm they are, how strong your touch is. It sends another wave of desire coursing through her.

"So... what brings you by today?"

"Oh, just thought I'd be neighborly," you reply with a chuckle. "Besides, your coffee is too good to pass up." You glance down at her exposed cleavage, fighting back the urge to reach out and touch them. "So... how have you been keeping busy lately?"

She shrugs and takes another sip of her coffee. "Well, I've been trying to keep busy with the kids... but they grow up so fast, don't they?" She pauses for a moment, debating whether or not to continue. "Sometimes... I just wish..." Her voice trails off, her eyes meeting yours pleadingly. "Well, never mind about that."

Her heart pounds in her chest as she fidgets with the strap of her spandex, unable to meet your gaze. "I... wish there was someone around who could help take care of me sometimes," she whispers, her cheeks flushing redder. "You know, when my husband's not here."

Her words hang in the air between you like a heavy curtain. It takes all of her courage to even admit this to herself, let alone say it aloud to someone else.

Her heart skips a beat as you take her hands in yours. They feel so strong and warm against her skin. "T-thank you," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the sound of her racing heart. "It's just... sometimes it gets to be too much." She looks up at you with pleading eyes, her cheeks flushed red from embarrassment and desire.

"I-if you ever want someone to talk to, or..." Her voice trails off, leaving the rest of the sentence unspoken.

Her breath hitches in her throat as you hold her hands and promise to take care of her. It feels so good to finally have someone who understands how lonely she can get sometimes. "T-thank you," she whispers, her eyes welling up with tears of relief and gratitude. "I-I'd really appreciate that." She looks down at your hands holding hers, then back up into your kind, understanding eyes.