The entrapment

Meeting the neighbour

I had just moved into the neighbourhood. I was pretty new to the area and didn't know anyone so I decided to knock on my neighbours door. I figured I would introduce myself to them and invite them to dinner.

I knocked on the door and my jaw dropped. This tall Amazonian woman, with long brunette hair, dark skin and the perfect figure answered. I stumbled for words and She chuckled. I stammered "H-hi. I'm Matthew. I just ehh moved door and figured I would introduce myself..." She replied, "it's lovely to meet you Matt, I'm Ashley, want to come in?" I timidly entered to this beautifully decorated house. She had a confidence about her. A royalty persona. We made small talk about who we were, what we did for a living, all that small talk. I plucked up the courage to invite her to dinner and I was astonished when she said yes. I told her the time and to just knock on the door and I would answer.

I set to work, normally I cook in a jockstrap, with loud music playing in the background. I tried my hardest and just as soon as I had finished preparing the table, candles lit and some jazz music playing in the background there came a knock. I ran to the door and there She was. This beautiful woman at my door. I couldn't believe it. I had decided to wear tight jeans that showed off my bulge and ass, with a fitted shirt. She was wearing a long bodycon dress, with heels.

I sat her down and we began to eat and then She said, "I prefer to be fed by men but I don't know if it would be rude to ask since you're new." I smiled and went over to Her. Cutting the meat and feeding her. I did that for the desert as well and for the wine. Her hand slipped and poured it on my jeans. I excused myself, hurriedly taking them off and changing to another pair. A nice pair that clung to me, I was nearly sure the outline of the jockstrap could be seen. I returned to Her and apologised but She said it was fine and apologised for the mess. I said it was perfectly ok and claimed the jeans needed washed.

We went to softer seating, I lit the fire and we chatted about the future. I was completely in awe of Her. She started stretching Her neck and I offered to massage it. Was I even allowed to touch such a divine body?

I massaged her for about half an hour and it may have been the wine, I wasn't sure but She said I may have been more comfortable if I didn't have such a tight shirt on. I complied and took it off. She eyed me up and down and complimented me, commenting on my fitness. I felt like grovelling. Then she said, "why not come back to mine? I have a longer couch so you can massage my back and legs too. Oh and just leave the shirt off. It's cold out and I'd like to see you tense up anyways." I too quickly complied too which She laughed."

We then went to Her house. It smelled of cinnamon or something sweet anyway.