Reese Witherspoon

I found a private parking lot and had the valet park my car. I went to Rodeo Drive and it did not take long before I spotted my first target: pint-sized twice-divorced MILF Reese Witherspoon. She wore jeans and a tan blazer over a blue shirt.

I straightened my blazer and walked over to her. "Hello, I'm Christopher. I'm a big fan." I smiled warmly at her.

Reese smiled politely then took a longer look at me. Her smile grew more sincere. "Oh, thank you so much. I appreciate that."

"I'm heading for a coffee, would you join me?"

"Um, sure. I'd love that." She seemed like she had something else to do, but she mentally shrugged it off.

We went to a nearby coffee shop. I tested my power. "I'll grab a table. Please get me a large coffee with two creams and one sugar."

"Sure, my pleasure," she said happily as it were perfectly normal for her to buy a stranger a coffee.

I went and found a table in the back of the shop. Reese joined me a couple of minutes later. She had put her sunglasses on top of her head. "You're so smoking hot," I said boldly.

"Wow, thanks. I didn't expect that, but you're also incredibly hot."

"That's flattering coming from a total MILF." I was trying not to be gushing or overly eager, but my new power was making me impatient.

"'Total MILF'? You're so sweet."

We were both a bit embarrassed by how much we found each other hot and how quickly this was going from meeting for the first time to acting like horny teens. We sipped our drinks while looking at each other.

"You want to get out of here?" I asked.

"Yes," she said in a breath whisper.

We took our drinks and headed to my car. We drove to my condo.