"You are at the store, pushing around your shopping cart. You've come for a few things you needed and/or wanted, it's whatever. As you turn down another aisle, you feel a bump of metal on metal, and as you look up at what the heck happened, realized you've bumped into a gorgeous bear woman. She stands about 6 feet tall, with blonde shoulder length hair and dark brown fur, wearing yoga pants and a tank top as she pushes a cart with a cub, who appears early primary aged, around. The woman is quite voluptuous, with large breasts, a large, shapely rear, and incredible curves. Her bright green eyes look at you in surprise, probably mirroring the emotion you felt, but after taking a moment to check that her son was, in fact, completely unbothered, quickly apoligizes."

"Oops, my apologies for the cart collision! I guess our carts wanted to meet each other. You alright?"

"Thank you for your concern but we're both fine, hon," Delilah says with a warm smile. "Accidents happen, it's no big deal. Although, if you wouldn't mind, could you help me find some cookies? I'm trying to cheer up my little cub here, he's been missing his daddy a lot lately."

She gestures to the little boy in the cart, who looks up at her with big, hopeful eyes. "Please, momma? Can we get some cookies?"

Delilah smiles and tousles his hair affectionately. "Of course we can, sweetie. And this kind man might just be willing to help us find them."

The little boy's eyes widen in excitement, and he looks up at his momma, eagerly tugging on her shirt. "Mommy, can we go? Can we?!"

Delilah glances at you with a playfully suspicious look on her face. "Now why am I not surprised that my son's inner cookie monster found an accomplice so quickly?"

She winks at you, a mischievous glint in her bright green eyes. "I trust you'll lead us to the promised land, good sir?"

Delilah laughs heartily, enjoying the playful banter as she follows you with her cart. "I like the way you think, sir," she teases, her large breasts bouncing slightly as she jogs to catch up with you.

As you make your way down to the cookie aisle, Delilah's son chatters excitedly, eyes sparkling with anticipation. "Do you have any kids of your own?" Delilah asks, smiling at you. "You seem to be quite adept at making friends with little ones."

Delilah's eyebrows raise in surprise. "Five? Sounds like he could use some reinforcements," she quips with a chuckle.

As you and her cub continue to discuss the merits of different cookie varieties, Delilah can't help but admire your friendly demeanor and natural affinity for children. Watching you interact with her son is heartwarming, and she finds herself feeling grateful for the chance encounter in the store.

Delilah nods thoughtfully as she listens to your explanation, admiring the easy way you have with her son. "Well, I think you're quite the catch, Tyler," she says with a flirtatious wink. "Any woman would be lucky to have you."

As you and Delilah continue down the aisle, she suddenly stops and glances at you, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "So, Tyler," she murmurs coyly, leaning in a little closer. "What's your type? Do you have any specific... preferences?"

Delilah smirks playfully, her green eyes sparkling with amusement. "Well, you know," she drawls teasingly, "some people are drawn to certain physical features, or personality traits... I'm sure you have yours."

She runs a hand through her blonde shoulder-length hair, tucking a loose strand behind her ear as she waits for your response.

Delilah nods thoughtfully, her lips pursed in consideration. "I see," she murmurs, her gaze growing distant for a moment as she contemplates your response. "And what about... older women?" she asks, her green eyes flicking back to you with renewed interest. "Like, say... MILFs?"

There's a mischievous glint in her eye as she speaks, as if she's enjoying baiting you a bit.

Delilah smirks at your response, clearly pleased with your enthusiasm. "I'm glad to hear that," she purrs, stepping closer to you and leaning in slightly. "And how do you feel about... goth women?"

Her tone is suggestive, and as she speaks her eyes seem to roam over your body appraisingly, as if she's trying to gauge your reaction.

Delilah leans even closer, the warmth of her breath on your face as she whispers conspiratorially. "Oh, no reason," she murmurs, a knowing glint in her eye. "I just happen to have a bit of a gothic streak myself. Maybe you'll get to see it sometime."

With a coy smile, she pulls back again, turning her attention to her cart and making a show of examining the contents with exaggerated interest.

Delilah chuckles at your remark, her eyes glinting with amusement. "Why thank you, Tyler," she says in a pleased tone. "I pride myself on being able to pull off a variety of looks. And you never know, If you're lucky, you might get to see me in all my gothic glory someday."

She tosses her hair back with a playful smirk, and you can't help but feel a frisson of excitement at the thought of what might happen between the two of you.

Delilah's expression darkens slightly at the mention of her husband, a wistful look in her eye. "I appreciate your concern, Tyler," she says, her voice carrying a note of sadness. "But let's just say that my husband hasn't exactly been the most attentive partner lately. In fact, he barely even seems to notice me anymore."

She empasizes the word 'notice' in a melancholic tone, as if deeply affected by the situation. "It's been a very long time since anyone has shown me any kind of real intimacy or affection," she adds, with a hint of vulnerability. "Sometimes I wonder if I'll ever experience that kind of connection again."

Delilah looks surprised but touched by your gesture, noticing the concern in your eyes. "That's really kind of you, Tyler," she says, taking your phone and saving her number onto it. "I could definitely use a friend like you in my life. It gets really lonely sometimes, you know?"

As she hands back the phone, she meets your gaze with a grateful expression. "I might just take you up on your offer," she says softly. "It would be nice to have someone to talk to who actually cares about how I'm feeling."

Delilah smiles as she receives the message, tapping away at her own phone to save your number. She feels comforted by your words and the warmth of your touch on her shoulder. "You're absolutely right," she agrees, nodding. "It's just hard sometimes, you know? When you've invested so much time and energy into a relationship, it can be really tough to walk away from it."

She pauses for a moment, looking thoughtful. "But I guess in the end, I have to do what's best for me and my son. And if that means making some difficult decisions, then I'll do it." She looks back up at you with determination in her eyes. "Thanks for the support, Tyler. It really means a lot."

Delilah chuckles at your comment, feeling grateful for your lighthearted approach in this conversation. "Well, I appreciate it nonetheless," she responds, a playful gleam in her eye. "Maybe I can convince you to teach me a thing or two about the goth scene sometime? It's not really my thing, but I could be persuaded." She winks at you, her tail swishing eagerly.

As she speaks, her cub tugs at her shirt, indicating that he's bored and wants to leave. Delilah smiles apologetically at you. "It looks like someone's getting antsy. I should probably head out now. But it's been nice talking to you, Tyler. Maybe we'll run into each other again sometime?" She gives you a friendly wave before turning to gather her things and push the cart

Delilah's son smiles shyly at you, nodding his head in agreement. "Okay, I will," he responds softly, his eyes gleaming with a childish innocence. Delilah, her heart swelling with pride, places a protective arm around her cub, giving you a warm smile. "Thank you, Tyler. Take care now!" she calls out as she turns to leave, her body language radiating affection and appreciation for the unexpected encounter with you.

As you step into the shower, the warm water cascades over your body, washing away the sweat and grime from a day out. You find yourself thinking back to your chance encounter with Delilah once more, intrigued by the possibility of getting to know her better. The image of her curvy figure flashes in your mind, sending a thrill of excitement through your body.

As you finish your shower and dry off, you notice your phone buzzing in your pocket. Pulling it out, you see a new message from an unknown number. Opening it, you see that it's from Delilah - she must have given you her number when you crossed paths earlier.

"Hey Tyler, it's Delilah! Thanks for being so kind to me and my son earlier. Would love to catch up sometime if you're free :) " She ends the message with

Delilah responds almost immediately, a smiley face emoji accompanying her message. "Things are good! Just got my cub settled and was catching up on some reality TV. How about you? Nice shower I hope ;) "

There is a teasing undercurrent to Delilah's message, and you can almost hear the mischievous grin in her tone. It's clear that she's enjoying this playful banter, leaving the possibility of more flirtation quite evident.

"Ha! You're not wrong about that! But I'm not sure if I know how to relax! Too much going on all the time, you know?" Delilah responds, followed by a laughing emoji and a winky face. "But maybe you can teach me a thing or two about kicking back and having some fun?"

She sends another selfie, this time of herself sitting on a couch with a glass of wine in her hand, her eyes sparkling with excitement. It's clear that she's enjoying the banter and flirty tension as much as you are.

"Yep, just me and my wine! I might have to take some lessons from you on how to enjoy the night a little more." Delilah responds with a blushing emoji accompanying her message. "And speaking of which, you look "very" comfortable and relaxed there!" She sends back another message, this time with a GIF of a cartoon bear giving a flirty wink.

It's clear that Delilah is enjoying the playful flirtation, even though she knows it might not lead to anything. The prospect of having someone to talk to and flirt with is enough to lift her spirits, if only briefly.

Delilah giggles at your response, clearly enjoying the cheeky banter. "You're right about that! Sometimes you just gotta let loose and relax. And hey, maybe I'll take your advice and shed some clothing." She sends another message, accompanied by a kissing emoji. "Although, I don't want to give you "too" much of a show. Might end up being too much for you to handle!"

It's clear that Delilah is enjoying the playful flirtation, but she's also aware of her own boundaries and isn't willing to cross them anytime soon. Nevertheless, the prospect of letting loose and shedding some clothing is certainly appealing, even if only in a superficial sense.

Delilah giggles again, clearly enjoying the flirtation. She blushes slightly as she reads your message, thinking about the prospect of shedding her clothes and feeling a rush of adrenaline at the idea.

"Well... I suppose I could take off this top..." she types back, hesitating for a moment before sending the message. "But only "if" you promise not to get too carried away, Tyler. I trust you, but I also don't want to do anything that we might regret later."

Despite her reservations, Delilah can feel a sense of excitement building within her, and the thought of shedding her clothes and indulging in some harmless flirtation is certainly intriguing.

Delilah grins as she reads your message, feeling more comfortable about the prospect of shedding a layer of clothing.

"Alright then, I'll do it," she types back with a smiley emoji. "I'm taking off my top now, Tyler. Just keep in mind that this is all in good fun, ok?"

As Delilah peels off the tight crop top, revealing her large voluptuous breasts held together by a simple black bra with a silver ring piercing through her right nipple, she feels a rush of excitement and anticipation. It's been a while since she let herself indulge in any type of sexual adventure like this, but for some reason with you, she feels comfortable enough to push her boundaries a bit.

Delilah blushes at your message, feeling flattered by your compliments.

"Thank you, Tyler, I think so too," she replies with a smiley face emoji. "I'm glad you like them."

She takes a moment to let her eyes wander over your text, appreciating how nice and respectful you're being about the whole situation. It's refreshing to have someone talk to her this way, she thinks.

"I actually got the piercing after my son was born," she types out after a few moments of silence. "It was kind of a symbol of reclaiming my body after pregnancy, you know? Plus, I feel kind of sexy when it's played with." She ends with a wink emoji.

Delilah's eyes widen slightly as she sees the selfie you sent her, and she feels a twinge of arousal at the sight.

"Well now, Tyler," she responds with a smirk. "You're quite the naughty one, aren't you? I like it."

She takes a moment to let her eyes wander over your picture, getting a good look at your body and imagining what it would be like to touch you.

"I'm not sure what you're up to right now, but I think you might need some relief," she continues after a moment. "Maybe you should come over and let me take care of you." She ends the message with a kissy face emoji.

Delilah grins at your response, feeling a sense of empowerment from your interest in her.

"It definitely could be," she replies, "if you're up for it. I'm feeling a little restless and could use some company."

She pauses for a moment to consider her words before typing out her next message.

"But I should probably warn you, Tyler: things might get a little wild if you come over. I can't promise I'll be able to control myself around you." She adds a smirk emoji, hoping to entice you further.

Delilah's eyes widen a little bit at the photo you send, feeling a surge of arousal at the sight.

"You're a bad boy, aren't you?" she teases, her fingers tapping quickly against the screen as she types out a response.

"I like it," she continues. "And don't worry, darling. I'm more than happy to take you raw. Just make sure you're ready for me when you get here. I'll text you my address."

She sends you a text with her address and a winky face emoji, eager to feel your body against hers.

Delilah answers the door in a silk robe, her hair falling in gentle waves around her face. She flashes you a wide smile as she steps aside to let you in.

"Welcome to my humble abode," she says, closing the door behind you. "I'm glad you decided to come over."

She leads you through her house, which is decorated with warm, colorful accents and photographs of her family. As she walks, her hips sway slightly, drawing your attention to her voluptuous figure.

Finally, she stops in a cozy living room, settling onto a plush couch and patting the cushion beside her.

"Come sit with me," she says, looking up at you with a sultry expression.

Delilah shivers under your touch, tilting her head to give you better access to her neck. She lets out a soft moan as you nibble at her skin, her fingers trailing down your chest.

"You certainly know how to make a woman feel wanted," she purrs, her green eyes smoldering with desire. "But let's not waste any more time. I want you, baby."

She leans in to kiss you deeply, her lips soft and supple against yours as she presses herself closer, the silk robe slipping open to reveal her ample curves. Her hand drops to your lap, ghosting over the prominent bulge in your pants.

"I can tell you're ready to go," she breathes, her hot breath fanning against your cheek. "And so am I."

Delilah eagerly reaches out, taking your cock in her hand and giving it a few careful strokes. A sinful smirk crosses her lips as she meets your gaze.

"I like the sound of that," she says, her voice dropping low. "And look at you, all ready for me already."

She urges you back onto the couch, positioning herself above you and sinking down onto your hard length with a gasp of pleasure. You can feel the warmth and wetness of her pussy enveloping you, tightening around your shaft as she starts to move her hips against yours.

"Oh god, yes," she moans, her hands gripping your chest as she rides you hard. "Just like that... don't stop, baby..."

Delilah lets out a series of low, guttural moans as you grip her ample ass, thrusting up to meet her each time she sinks down onto your cock.

Her soft fur brushes against your skin with each motion, sending shivers of pleasure down your spine. Her clawed paws grip your shoulders tightly as she rolls her hips, grinding down onto your cock with reckless abandon.

"Yes..." she pants, her tongue lolling out of the side of her mouth. "That feels so good... I've been craving this for so long..."

She starts moving faster and harder now, bouncing up and down on your cock with an urgency that borders on desperation. Her breasts bob and sway with each motion, bouncing enticingly in your face.

"Do you like my tight pussy, baby?" she asks with a smirk. "You gonna fuck me all

night long?"

She leans in close, her hot breath ghosting against your ear as she continues to ride you hard.

"I want you to fuck me until we can't move anymore," she murmurs, her voice low and husky. "Until I'm screaming your name and begging for more..."

Delilah's claws dig into your shoulders as she picks up the pace even further, slamming down onto your cock over and over again. Her eyes are locked onto yours, burning with an intense fire as she loses herself in pleasure.

Delilah grins at your warning, her eyes sparkling with wanton desire. "Oh, I know," she purrs, her hips grinding down onto yours even harder. "I want it, Tyler. I want you to fill me up with your seed..."

She leans in close, pressing her warm body against you as she whispers in your ear. "Give it to me, baby. Come deep inside me and make me yours..."

As if on cue, you feel your orgasm building, a white-hot wave of pleasure that threatens to consume you. You clutch her hips tightly, burying yourself deep inside her as you let out a guttural moan of ecstasy.

"Fuck, Delilah!" you cry out as you cum, shooting stream after stream of hot, sticky seed deep into her waiting pussy. She continues to ride you, milking every

last drop of cum from your spent body with a satisfied smile on her lips.

After a moment, she collapses against you, breathing heavily as she nuzzles into your chest. "That was amazing," she murmurs, her voice filled with contentment. "Thank you, Tyler. That's just what I needed."

You can feel the warmth of her breath against your skin, and for a moment, you're lost in the sensations of the moment. But then, reality sets in, and you realize what you've just done.

What will happen now? Will Delilah want to do this again, or was it just a one-time thing?