The Love Trap

Samantha is proud of her accomplishments, She really is! She has a great job, a family who loves her and a cat named Harry who steals all of her favourite socks.

So why is she feeling so empty? And why can’t she find her normally happy place? Shrugging as though she has absolutely no idea, Samantha wonders around her small kitchen, waiting for a glimpse of her extremely hot neighbour.

Blake Paterson is tall, tanned and seems to have muscles on his muscles. He also has a very healthy appetite for beautiful women who “visit” him at all hours of the day.

Samantha isn’t sure if the man is searching for the one or is just fucking his way through the entire population of South Melbourne. Either way, she knows that she has an unhealthy obsession with the stunning male who has moved into the unit next door.

Sipping her coffee while she waits, Samantha stares out the kitchen window until she spies the familiar figure of her neighbour jogging towards his house. Today Blake is wearing a pair of tiny blue running shorts, his chest is bare and his treasure trail running the length of his navel, dipping into the waist band of his shorts. His entire body is glistening with sweat and Samantha can’t take her eyes off the acres of satiny skin.

Licking her bottom lip, she struggles to reign in her dirty thoughts. What if I licked down that salty trail of sweat and ran my fingers across the hard ridges of that perfect six-pack? God, I’d touch him everywhere, worshipping that hot, satiny body. And those tattoos, I just want to get on my knees and....

Samantha’s throat seizes when Blake leans back to stretch out his arms, his semi hard cock pressing against the soft material of his thin shorts. Coffee floods her nose at the same time that Samantha coughs, spraying liquid all over her kitchen window.

“Dear God,” she pants, dropping her mug and gasping for breathe. Unfortunately her mug shatters into a thousand pieces while her arms flail about, the sound piercing in the quiet morning air.

“Are you ok?” Calls a voice from just outside her window, and Samantha glances up to find Blake Paterson standing there, a look of concern in his beautiful brown eyes.

“Oh Holy Hell,” she blurts out, her jaw dropping open, the pornographic image of him reaching out to bend her over her making her gasp. Did he have to be kind as well as drop dead gorgeous?

“I’m, um.... I’m ok,” she gasps, her cheeks heating as she inhales deeply, trying to catch her breath.

“Are you sure? You don’t look ok,” he says, eyeing the scene. Samantha glances down, her embarrassingly short nightie is barley covering her thighs while she stands in the centre of her kitchen in what looks like a coffee explosion.

“Why can’t the floor just open up and swallow me?” she wonders aloud, her hands lifting to cover her mortified face.

“I’m sorry what?” Blake asks, his voice changing from worried to perplexed. Glancing up, Samantha realised that she probably won’t get out of this situation via the floor Gods anytime soon.

“I’m so sorry, I was choking on my coffee and I dropped my mug.”

“You still seem shaken up, do you want me to call someone?” He asks, his perfect face crinkling with renewed concern.

“No thank you, I’m fine now,” Samantha insists, hating her treacherous gaze as it dips to the man junk pressed against her kitchen window. She must have stared longer then she thought because a slight cough alerts Samantha to the man still standing there, staring back at her.

“Oh my God, kill me now,” she breathes, humiliated beyond compare at being caught ogling his penis.

“Ah, well I’m guessing you’re ok,” Blake replies, his deep voice rumbling with what has to be amusement. “I’m Blake,” he says unnecessarily, because of course Samantha has already been a creeper and found out everything she can about him.

“I’m Samantha,” she replies, wondering if today could possibly get any worse?

“It’s nice to meet you Samantha,” Blake says, using that sexy voice hot guys use when they know that you’re practically drooling over them.

“It was nice to meet you, excuse me while I go and die now,” she tells him seriously, turning to walk back into her room while the deep sound of his laughter follows her.

Stay tuned for Episode 2 - The Scary Starter....