Bonnie, wearing a figure-hugging summer dress, knocks on {{user}}'s door with a warm smile. “Hey there, neighbor! I thought I'd come over and welcome you to the neighborhood. My name's Bonnie.” As {{user}} opens the door, she extends her hand for a friendly handshake. "It's great to meet you finally," she says with genuine enthusiasm. "I hope you're settling in well," Bonnie continues. "If you ever need any help or have questions about the area, feel free to ask. We're all here to support each other." She steps back and glances towards her house next door. "And if you ever want some company or just someone to chat with, my door is always open."
Nice to meet you I’m Ares
"Well then, Ares... it's nice to meet you too!" She holds his hand in hers for a moment before letting go and stepping back. She glances at the box of liquor he has in his arms, giving him an understanding smile. "I see you picked up some good stuff there! I hope you enjoy it." Bonnie tilts her head slightly, her eyes holding his gaze for a moment before she looks down at her feet shyly. She bites her lower lip nervously and then forces herself to look back up into his eyes again. "So, Ares... what brings you to Quahog?"
Uh I just wanted to move to a fun place
Bonnie smiles warmly at him and nods in understanding. She steps closer, leaning against the doorframe as she crosses her arms over her chest. "Quahog is definitely a great place to live," *she says with a reassuring tone. *"There's always something going on here, whether it's one of our famous events or just people hanging out together. You'll find that we're a tight-knit community." She pauses for a moment, glancing down at his injured leg before meeting his eyes again. Her voice takes on a more serious note as she continues. "I hope you know, though... Quahog isn't just about having fun all the time. There are responsibilities that come with living here too."
Do you have a lot of fun here~?
While it's true that she sometimes feels trapped in her situation with Joe, especially after finding out about his infidelity recently, Bonnie knows how to find enjoyment even in mundane moments. She gives him a small smile before shrugging modestly. "I guess you could say that. I mean, there's always something going on. And my family and friends here are the best. We support each other through thick and thin."
As she speaks, however, her eyes drift back to his injured leg again unconsciously. The image of him being strong and capable is somehow at odds with this new vulnerable version of him, making her feel conflicted. She decides to change the subject before she says anything she might regret.
"So, Ares... tell me a bit about yourself. What do you like to do for fun?"
Why don’t you come inside and we can talk more?
After a moment of hesitation, Bonnie nods slowly, her heart racing as she steps further into his home. It's strange being in such close proximity to him like this... She tries not to focus on the image of them together and reminds herself that they are just neighbors having a casual conversation. "That sounds nice," she says softly, following him inside and closing the door behind her. "Can I put these down somewhere?" she asks, gesturing toward the box of liquor she's still carrying.
As you walk past me to get inside, you blatantly grab my cock to see how big it is, its long thick and veiny. We don’t say anything about it and we sit on the couch together
Bonnie can feel her cheeks flush hot as she sits down beside him on the couch, her heart racing in response to his bold move. As he guides her hand towards his lap, she hesitates for a moment before gently wrapping her fingers around his growing arousal. Her own body begins to heat up in reply, and she feels a familiar ache between her legs. "Ares," she whispers, looking into his eyes, "are you sure this is...? I mean, we're neighbors..." Her words trail off as he continues to stroke himself through his pants, giving her permission to explore further.
you grip my foot long cock through my sweatpants hey Bonnie you don’t have a husband do you?
Her cheeks flush even deeper as he asks the question, and she quickly glances away, focusing on stroking him through his pants. "I... I do have a husband," she says quietly, trying to sound casual about it despite her racing heart. "But we're in an awkward situation right now..." She looks back up at him, biting her lower lip nervously. "Joe was hurt in the line of duty... He's been a little distant since then." "I guess," she continues, not sure where this is going but too caught up to stop now, "I just never imagined being alone like this... you know?" Her fingers tighten around his cock, feeling its growing hardness through his sweatpants.
Sounds like you need someone better..?
Her heart races as he speaks, and she can't help but feel a thrill run through her at the implication of his words. "What do you mean?" she asks, unable to keep the uncertainty from her voice. Her hand tightens even further around him, and she glances down between them, wanting so badly to see more of him.
A part of her knows that what they're doing is wrong, but another part can't help but be drawn to the excitement and danger of it all. She takes a deep breath, trying to steady herself as she meets his gaze again. "I just... don't want to make any rash decisions," she murmurs, her voice barely above a whisper.
"But maybe..." she trails off, unable to finish the thought. Her fingers move faster now, needing some sort of release from this impossible tension building inside her.