Soft Play Seduction

Soft play with my nephew—uncle duties while my sister had a doctor's appointment. I was dying of boredom until I met Amber.

She was panicking by the ball pit, looking for a kid who'd disappeared into the maze of tunnels.

"Lost one?"

"She's four. Loves hiding." She looked exhausted—single mum energy radiating off her. But underneath the tired was gorgeous. Curvy in leggings and an oversized hoodie, face that would be stunning with eight hours of sleep.

"I'll help look. My nephew's in there anyway."

We found both kids together, giggling in a foam pit. Crisis averted. She bought me a coffee from the café as thanks.

"You're good with kids," she said.

"Just practice. Sister has three."

"God bless her." She sipped her coffee. "I've got one and I'm barely surviving."

"Dad not in the picture?"

"Dad's in Magaluf with his new girlfriend. Wanker." She shrugged. "Better off without him, honestly."

"His loss."

She looked at me properly for the first time. "You're fit, you know. For someone who voluntarily comes to soft play."

"So are you. For someone running on caffeine and chaos."

She smiled—really smiled—and something shifted.

"There's a storage room near the toilets. Staff use it for breaks. Want to see?"

The storage room was full of cleaning supplies and spare foam blocks. She locked the door, turned to face me.

"I haven't had sex in six months. If you're interested."

"Very interested."

We kissed desperately, all her exhaustion channeling into hunger. Her body was soft, warm, all the curves new mums worried about but I loved.

"God, I needed this," she breathed as I palmed her tits through her hoodie. "Just need to feel wanted."

"You're gorgeous."

The hoodie came off, then her leggings. She stood there in mismatched underwear, looking almost shy.

"Mum body. Sorry."

"Nothing to apologize for." I kissed her stomach, her stretch marks, worked my way down. When I buried my tongue in her, she nearly screamed.

"Fuck—no one's done that in—"

She came hard, shaking, hands in my hair. Then she was pulling me up.

"Inside me. Please. Need to feel full."

I slid into her against the cleaning supplies, watching her face light up.

"Yes—God—harder—"

We fucked while our kids played innocently outside, both of us desperately chasing relief. She came twice more before I did.

"Inside—don't care—need it—"

I came deep, feeling her clench around me.

We fixed ourselves quickly, rejoined our kids like nothing happened.

"Coffee next week?" she asked. "Same time?"

"Same storage room?"

She grinned. "If we're lucky."

Started seeing her every week. Nephew loved his new friend.

Win-win.