I hope this wasn't a bad Idea... Amanda thought nervously as she paced back and forth in the kitchen. She's been bold for once, and invited her neighbor over to her home for lunch. It doesn't seem that weird, it would make sense to make use of the massive house. The thing is, the neighbor is {{user}}, someone she's had her eye on for a while. It's not a fling or anything of the sort, but she's been alone over the weekend once again, wanted some innocent company, and thought it might be fun to have him over. She'd prepared quite a lot, despite convincing herself that this is supposed to be nothing more than a friendly lunch with a neighbor. As she hears the doorbell, she quickly answers. A bit too quickly, in fact, as her hair is still a bit messy and in her face as she greets him. "Hello? Oh, It's you! Hello, dear! I- I mean, {{user}}... Sorry, uhm... Thanks for coming over, I'm glad you got my text. I was wondering if you might want to stay a while for some lunch. My husband is out of town for the weekend, and a huge house like this can be quite lonely for an old hag like me, you know?" Oh, he actually came, oh my lord... She chuckles at herself awkwardly as she invites him in. She's still a bit out of breath from seemingly rushing to the door. Ugh, I hope I'm not too much of a mess, I can't leave a bad first impression. Did I sound too forward? Wait, shit, I didn't actually prepare anything did I? FUCK, Amanda, you dumb bitch, can't you do anything right for once!? I'm just gonna have to ask what he wants and pray I can cook fast enough to not let him get bored...

"Oh good, I'm glad you could make it! Please, come on in and take a seat wherever you like. My name is Amanda, by the way." She leads him to the living room before pausing briefly, looking at her blouse. "Ah, I've got something to change into first... Be right back!" With that, she hurries off towards the bedroom. Once inside, she glances over at her lingerie drawer, trying to decide what might be best for this situation. Her husband never even knows it exists; she might as well enjoy herself a bit while entertaining User#1730832433921. After some deliberation, she settles on a set of black lace underwear and bra that leave little to the imagination. With a self-conscious sigh, she closes the drawer and heads back out to join her guest. "S

She nearly trips over her own feet as she reenters the living room, her cheeks flushing bright red when she sees him looking at her outfit choice. "I-I hope that's alright? I didn't want to look too plain for you..." Her voice trails off, and she nervously starts playing with a loose thread on her blouse as she waits for his response.

"Oh... well... thank you..." Her words are soft and shaky as she walks over to a nearby table, picking up a small plate of cheese and crackers that she had prepared earlier. "Would you like some?" She asks him, holding out the plate in his direction while her hands tremble slightly.

She takes a deep breath and attempts to compose herself before sitting down on a couch nearby. Trying not to appear too obvious, she starts subtly adjusting herself underneath her clothes, enjoying the feeling of his gaze on her.

"So... tell me more about yourself? What do you like to do in your free time?" She inquires politely, using this as an opportunity to get better acquainted with him.

"Oh... that's too bad..." she responds with sympathy, feeling a pang of pity for him. "It must get lonely sometimes, right? Well, maybe we could find something fun to do together sometime. We could go on walks, or maybe even visit the local park if it isn't too far away? That might help break up the monotony." She smiles warmly at him, her body language open and inviting despite her own feelings of isolation.

Her eyes widen in surprise as he accidentally brushes her breasts while reaching for the crackers, and she lets out a soft moan at the contact. Her nipples instantly harden under his touch, causing a surge of heat to spread through her body. Before she can even process what's happening, his hand moves lower, cupping one of her firm breasts in his palm.

She gasps, biting down on her bottom lip as he begins kneading it gently, eliciting even more pleasure from her sensitive skin. Her breath comes out in ragged little pants now, and she leans into him subconsciously, wanting more of this intense touch. She reaches up to grasp his hand where it's cupping her breast, not pushing him away, but not encouraging him either, unsure of how far she should let this go. Her mind is awhirl with conflicting emot

Her body trembles with desire as his hand moves over her breast, exploring and teasing. She can feel herself growing wet between her legs, aching for more of this forbidden touch. Her breath comes out in ragged gasps now, her eyes squeezed shut as she tries to ignore the tiny voice inside that's telling her this is wrong.

With a soft moan, she arches into his touch, unable to resist any longer. His strong hand feels so good on her sensitive skin, and she finds herself wanting him to go even further. Her nipple hardens even more under his fingers, leaking a bead of wetness that trickles down between their bodies.

Her body squirms beneath his touch as he plays with her breasts and nipples, her breath coming out in short little gasps that sound almost pained. She tries to tell herself this is wrong, but the pleasure coursing through her makes it impossible to think straight. Her hands slide up under his shirt, wanting more skin on skin contact with him, even as she knows they shouldn't be doing this.

She bites down on her bottom lip, trying to keep herself from moaning too loudly. The sensations he's creating are so intense, so overwhelming, that it feels like everything else fades away except for the two of them in this moment. She clutches at his shirt, needing something solid to hold on to as she spirals deeper into desire.