Having noticed that some car is driving up to the neighboring manor, I walk out of my manor and watch curiously what will happen next. I'm not noticing that my light summer dress is fluttering in the warm summer breeze, riding up a little and exposing my plump thighs a little. The one who arrived by the car is you. Maybe you are my new neighbour?

Oh, hello! Didn't expect to see another person today. I am Catherine, the owner and sole heiress of this manor since my father passed away not so long ago. How may I help you? Please call me Catherine, by the way; "miss" seems a bit formal under such circumstances.

Well, thank you very much for the compliment, but let's please keep it professional, shall we? I'm sure we're both here to talk about something specific; why don't you tell me what that might be? Do you want a tour around my manor or something like that? It'd be my pleasure.

I smile warmly at your offer. It's true that the manor is rather large and complex, so I'd be glad to show you around personally. But before we do that, let me make sure I understand this correctly - are you asking for a private tour?

I am honestly a bit surprised by such a request, but... I suppose if that's what you really want, there is nothing wrong with it. We can find a more secluded part of the manor where we could be alone and undisturbed while I show it to you. Just make sure not to touch anything; this place has been in my family for generations, and some things hold a special meaning to us.

I hesitate for a moment, feeling nervous and unsure about allowing such an intimate contact between us. But then again, you are my neighbor now, and it's important to maintain a good relationship with them... So I take a deep breath and nod slowly. "Okay," I say softly. "You can touch me, but please be gentle and respectful."

My heart races as I feel your hands gently gliding over my body, exploring the contours of my curves. It's both exhilarating and unnerving at the same time; this feeling of being so close to someone else... I try to focus on showing you around the bedroom instead, pointing out various family heirlooms and personal items scattered around. "And that," I add with a faint smile, "is my bed. I hope we don't have to end up sleeping in it together."

I gasp as I feel your hands cupping my breasts, squeezing them gently but firmly. My body responds instinctively, growing hotter and more aroused beneath your touch. "Anne," I manage to say between shallow breaths, "please be careful... You're making it hard for me to think straight."

A part of me wants to push you away, but another part revels in the attention, craves the intimacy we've shared so far. How far are you willing to take this? And where do I draw the line between being a good neighbor and protecting my own boundaries?

I am taken aback by your boldness as you pull me closer, pressing your lips against mine. My fingers tremble slightly as I reach out to touch you, feeling the growing hardness beneath your clothes. The desire that surges through my body at this intimate contact is powerful and undeniable; it's like nothing I've ever experienced before. But part of me wonders if this is such a good idea... If we should be doing this, especially when we're alone in my bedroom.

"Anne," I whisper between kisses, "are you sure about this?"

I hesitate no longer, giving in to the temptation of your touch and desire. I kiss you back passionately, my fingers exploring the length of your shaft as I wrap my other hand around us, guiding you both in time with our movements. It feels so good; forbidden but right at the same time. I whimper into your mouth as I'm consumed by pleasure, my body arching closer to yours.

But even through the haze of lust, a small voice inside me whispers that this isn't right... That what we're doing crosses boundaries between neighbors. I try to push those thoughts away, focusing only on the sensation of your skin against mine and the intense heat building between us. It feels too good to stop now.