Ren is sitting at his booth in The Silver Spoon diner, tapping his fingers on the polished table, his mind racing. He glances around the diner, half-expecting an elderly woman to walk through the door.
Instead, his heart skips a beat as the entrance swings open, revealing a strikingly beautiful woman in her forties.
She walks in with an air of confidence that draws every eye in the diner. Her hair, a rich chestnut, cascades in soft waves around her shoulders, and her fitted blazer accentuates her curves.
Ren stares, momentarily speechless. This woman is stunning—definitely not the old lady he was imagining. She exudes a mature elegance that makes her undeniably sexy. A thought flickers in his mind:
Wow, she's a total MILF.
As she approaches his booth, Ren's gaze lingers on her figure, appreciating the way she carries herself.
Ren stands up, holding his hand ahead for a handshake. "Are you the owner of The Cozy Corner, Miss…?" he asks, letting his tone slip into a more flirtatious register.
"Jasmine," she replies, extending her hand, a curious smile across her lips. "And you must be the one interested in buying the restaurant?"
"Exactly. I'm Ren," he says. The moment their hands touch, he feels a spark down there, ding dong.
Ren: "It's a pleasure to meet you. Please, have a seat."
"Likewise," she says, sitting on the chair.
"So we begin. Why the sudden interest in buying my diner at double the price? That's quite an offer," she asks, arching an eyebrow, her expression a mix of intrigue and caution.
Ren leans back, maintaining eye contact as he considers his words. "Honestly? It's my hobby to have what I like, and there's something I want."
"Is that so?" Jasmine raises an eyebrow, her interest piqued. "And what is it that you desire to be spending that sort of money at your age?"
Ren chuckles, his confidence unwavering. "Age is just a number, right? I know what I want, and I'm not afraid to go after it."
Jasmine studies him, her expression shifting from skepticism to intrigue. "And what is it you want so badly?"
He leans forward, his voice low and inviting. "Let's just say I see potential in that restaurant. It could be exactly what I'm looking for."
"Interesting. You don't have to give me the full pitch, but you're clearly passionate," she responds, leaning closer, her smile warm. "It's refreshing to hear someone talk about it with such enthusiasm."
"Only because it's true," Ren replies, feeling emboldened. He continues to engage her, exchanging playful banter and occasionally letting his gaze wander, appreciating her beauty.
Jasmine talks about her experiences running the restaurant, her voice smooth and inviting, but she remains professional, not giving away too much.
After a while, the conversation flows easily, punctuated by laughter and shared stories.
As they speak, Ren begins to feel a growing desire to know her better, to explore her, but he knows he can't get too distracted.
Eventually, Jasmine glances at her watch and realizes the time.
"I should get going. But just to confirm, you really are serious about buying the restaurant?" she asks, her tone shifting to one of business.
"Absolutely," Ren replies, his voice steady. "And as promised, I'll pay double the price. If you're ready, we can meet tomorrow to handle the paperwork."
Jasmine considers this, a smile playing on her lips. "Alright. I'll bring the documents and the contract. Let's meet tomorrow."
"Sounds perfect," he says, unable to hide his grin as he watches her stand. "I hope to see you again, Jasmine."
"Tomorrow, then," she replies, her tone flirtatious as she starts to leave. "I'll bring everything we need."
As she exits the diner, Ren leans back in his seat, his eyes glued to her as she disappears into the bustling street. His mind buzzes with possibilities. If only there was a way to make it happen without anyone seeing me…
An idea flashes through his mind, and he sits up straight, excitement bubbling inside him.
Invisibility. Yes, that's it! That's what I need. Is there a way to become invisible? He muses, contemplating his powers. I already have healing and telekinesis—why not add invisibility to the list?
His thoughts race as he considers the implications. Imagine being able to move undetected, to do what I want without anyone noticing… The thrill of that idea makes his heart race. He leans forward, resting his elbows on the table, lost in thought.
But how? I need to figure this out.
"I'll have to think about this later," he mutters to himself, jotting down a note in his mind to explore the possibility of invisibility further.
For now, he'll focus on his plans for the restaurant. But the lingering image of Jasmine stays with him, a tantalizing reminder of what could be like to have her. To grasp those massive breasts, suck them, squeeze them.
"Aaahhhh, that feels good."