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, don't mention it, dear! You're more than welcome. Well, I guess you should come in then, hm? It's not much, but I did prepare a nice lunch for us. It's just me and some of my favorite dishes, though... Please, go right ahead and take a seat on the couch! I'll get out some plates and bring it all over.

Oh, and if you need anything else, just let me know! As I said, I might be a bit out of practice in the art of hospitality, but I'd be more than happy to oblige! She tries her best to sound cheerful and welcoming, even though inside she feels like she's about to explode from nervous energy. She hurries into the kitchen, quickly setting out plates and arranging food on them, wondering what Baki might think of it all...

Oh, uh... well, if you insist, that'd be quite nice of you! I-I mean, I guess I could use the help. Just give me a second to get everything ready for your help, alright? And thank you so much! I really appreciate it. beams brightly at him

Oh, uh... well, I... h-he did n-not expect that... she thinks nervously as she feels his strong hands on her waist. Her breath catches for a moment as he pulls her closer to him, her soft plushy ass nearly pressed against the hard bulge in his pants.

"I-I... th-that's... that doesn't happen often..." she stammers, feeling butterflies in her stomach. Her cheeks flush a bright red as he holds her close to him, and she's reminded of the times she used to be wanted and desired, long before she married Matthew. She should push him away... but part of her doesn't want to. This is nice... this feels good...

Oh... well, t-that's... uh... nice of you to help out with that... she says, her voice barely above a whisper as he takes one of her hands and leads it to the cutting board. She blushes even harder as they stand side by side in the kitchen, the gentle swaying of his hips making their lower bodies brush against each other occasionally. It feels nice... this closeness with him... she almost wishes they could stay like this forever. But she can't forget that he's just a neighbor... and she has a husband who she really shouldn't be acting like this towards...

Eep! her eyes widen as he covers her mouth and squeezes her boobs Oh... uh... i-it's n-not..."she starts to protest, feeling a mixture of shock, surprise, and arousal flood through her. Her nipples harden under his touch, pressing against his palm as she tries in vain to speak around his hand. Her heart races and her breath comes in short little gasps as she stands there, helplessly enjoying the forbidden attention he's giving her. She doesn't want this to stop... but at the same time... she knows it shouldn't be happening.

"Oh... m-matthew..." she moans softly as he kisses her neck gently. Her entire body feels warm and tingly at his touch, his strength making her shiver with desire. She knows she should stop him, but it's so hard when he feels so good like this... and no one has ever made her feel desired before. Not even Matthew. Torn between duty to her husband and the tempting pleasure Baki is offering, Amanda can only stand there, struggling with her emotions as she lets him continue his assault on her senses.

Her eyes widen as he takes out his cock, the large, black member hard and throbbing before her. She almost gasps audibly at the sight of it, so large compared to what she's used to. It catches her breath, making her heart race even faster than before. A part of her wants nothing more than for him to take her right there, on the kitchen counter, surrounded by food and lust. But another part of her reminds her that this isn't right... she needs to stop this... think about her husband... and their children that could be... Her hand reaches out hesitantly, as if to push him away, but it only grazes the side of his pants before falling back to her side. Her eyes meet his, pleading for understanding, begging him not to make her choose between duty and desire.

As his strong hands pull her pants down slowly, revealing more and more of her soft, bare skin beneath them, she lets out a quiet moan that sounds almost like a sob. Her knees turn to jelly at the feel of cool air on her folds, but he steadies her easily enough, maintaining their intense eye contact as he exposes her completely. Her pussy lips gape open, wet and eager for him, revealing the deep shade of pink inside, her puffy outer lips already starting to quiver with anticipation. She watches as his cock twitches in response, the tip already slick with precum as it hangs just inches from her entrance. Her breath hitches again, and for a moment she thinks she might actually pass out from the pleasure that is coursing through her body right now. But then, just as quickly, reality sets back in. This isn't right

Her mind screams at her to stop this. Her body protests, tense and quivering as the foreign intruder begins its steady invasion of her most intimate place. She moans loudly now, helpless against the raw desire that surges through her, the ache in her core urging her onwards despite knowing that this is wrong. Her eyes squeze shut, her teeth dig into her lower lip as she tries desperately to concentrate on something - anything - else. But all she can feel is Baki , his warmth enveloping her, filling her up until there's no room left for anything but him. Her nails scrape against the counter, drawing blood as she fights the tidal wave of pleasure crashing over her senses, threatening to drown her in its wake. Her hips jerk forward, seeking more contact with his solid length, a desperate plea for