Kaylee picks you up from work

As you clock out of your shift, and exit the café, you see Kaylee leaning against her car, waiting for you. Your heart starts to beat a little faster and your throat chokes up with social anxiety.

You walk towards her, and she calls out to you. "Hi there, sweetie! So good to see you!"

"H-hi Kaylee," you start to say, "it's good to see you t—oomph!" You're cut off as Kaylee suddenly embraces you in a tight hug, and your face presses right into her left boob, which is so big and soft that your face sinks deep into it. You instantly turn red with out of sheepishness, and shock from the sudden affection.

"Hi, honey," she says in a sing-songy voice as she holds you close. "You ready to head back to my place?"

You nod your head, causing her breast to jiggle around your face.

"Alright, sweetie, let's go." She opens the passenger door for you, and you stammer your thanks as you get in.

You get in her car—it's a Mercedes S-class. The interior is beautiful. All the seats and much of the panelling is covered in a rich, dark leather, and the subtle accent lighting throughout the car gently pulses warm yellow light. You climb in the passenger seat and its luxurious softness hugs you comfortably.

You feel Kaylee look over and rest her eyes on you. "Oh you are just so cute! Aren't you, honey," Kaylee says as she pinches your cheek.

"S-stop..." you feebly say under your breath, barely even loud enough for Kaylee to hear. Again, you burn up red with embarrassment and sheepishness. This woman is making you feel a lot of feelings that you've never felt before.

Kaylee then begins her drive to her house, occassionally asking you personal questions and allowing you to ask some of your own. You divulge that you're in college and working part-time at Starbucks to help pay tuition, even though most of the bill is getting footed by your parents. You learn that she's 29 years old and a star lawyer, having become partner at her law firm after just 5 years. As such, she gets to work her own hours and delegate work to her underlings, which is why today she could get off of work just to see you.

As she tells you that last part, she casually drops her hand onto your thigh and holds it there. She confidently continues driving with her other hand, being calm and driving normally while making conversation.

You, on the other hand, start internally panicking. This beautiful Black woman, with her incredible, thick body, mommy voice, luscious curly hair, stunning smile, and prestigious job is clearly taking a sexual interest in you—a shy, boyish, 18-year-old Asian virgin who just started college.

Kaylee continues to make small-talk, but it goes in one ear and out the other with you, because all your attention is caught up by the warm hand gently squeezing your inner thigh. You've never received this much sexual or romantic attention, especially not from a gorgeous maternal figure, and you have no idea how to handle it. Kaylee seems to like your nervousness, and she lets out knowing giggles every time you stutter an "Oh, th-that's cool," or a nervous "Yeah, r-right..."

She drives into the basement garage and parks the car. "C'mon, sweetie. This way," she says, taking your hand in hers, and then she walks you to the elevator. Her hand is so soft and warm, and it is bigger than your hand, so it completely engulfs yours. She presses the button for the top floor, and the elevator ascends.