JUST BEING NEIGHBOURLY!
By
Anne Gray
Since
the day she moved in next door I had been helplessly in love with her. She was gorgeous and, during the summer, I
spent hours looking out my upstairs window at her sunbathing in the back
garden.
In
my mind Mary could have been the model for the ultimate in feminine
beauty. I knew for a fact that she was
5’ 8”, 38” 24” 36” and lying in the sun gleaming with sheen of oil or dressed
to perfection to go to her office, eye catching was an understatement.
I
have been told that I am attractive and I do try to keep myself presentable but
compared to my neighbour I felt like the ugly sister.
Now
the colder weather had arrived and, even though she didn’t know it, this
weekend Mary was going to be my guest and we were going to have some serious
fun.
I
had watched as she left for work this Friday morning. She was single and a very successful
chartered accountant; many days she didn’t bother driving since the local
transit system had a bus stop just around the block from our homes. The silvery gray leather coat was tightly
buttoned and belted with the hem just brushing the top of the knee boots she
wore. The 3” block heels were sensible with
our uncertain weather but she, somehow, made them look like 6” stilettos.
At
As
soon as I got a glimpse of her very distinctive coat at the other end of the
depot I quickly boarded the waiting local bus and stared out of a window. Naturally, I was very surprised when Mary
slid in the seat beside me with a friendly greeting.
We
chatted about this and that on the way home and then, as we were walking
towards our houses, I tried my play.
“I’ve
got those quotes we wanted to fix the fence between our gardens Mary. Do you have time for a cup of tea so we can
decide which to accept?”
“After
the week I’ve just finished a cup of tea sounds like just the thing I need to
unwind a bit.”
If
she only knew!
Mary
hung our coats in the closet while I went to put the kettle on and make the tea
then we sat side by side at the table looking at the paperwork and sipping Earl
Grey.
I
used one hand to catch the cup and the other to steady Mary making sure she
didn’t hurt herself as she slumped forward.
I turned her head so that her cheek was resting on the table and gently
stroked that lovely face, tucking her hair behind her ear and reveling in the
games I had planned for the two of us.
Just
over an hour later she was naked except for the ankle and wrist cuffs that held
her spread-eagled on my bed chesterfield.
There was no way to carry her upstairs so I had opened the couch in the
living room and used the unobtrusive
ring
bolts installed at the corners to strap her down.
The
leather discipline helmet covered her head except for eyeholes, an opening over
her mouth and two smaller ones under her nostrils. Since the helmet would be on
for some time I had selected one that was rubber lined to protect the leather
from her perspiration. As I had tugged
at the laces down the back it molded to her features like a gleaming black
second skin. Her hair came out through a
small hole at the top of her head and was braided it to keep it out of the way.
Deep
in each ear, under the helmet, were small receivers with the aerials tucked
behind her ears. The CD player on the
table beside the bed was loaded with everything from the classics of Brahms,
Tchaikovsky and Beethoven to modern day Roger Williams. I felt it would be more relaxing for Mary,
with the situation she found herself in, than the usual white noise.
I
was also naked for the moment as I straddled her waist, working the rubber
covered ring gag between Mary’s teeth, then buckled
its strap behind her head. Sitting back
on my haunches I watched while Mary came out from under the sedative I had
laced in her tea. Once her eyes blinked
a few times and then focused, I settled the foam lined leather blindfold over
them and lifted her head to tighten the strap that would hold it in place.
Knowing
that she was completely conscious made it safe to screw the large rubber insert
through the ring gag effectively muting my captive neighbour.
Now
there was time for me to get into my favorite outfit and, after a quick check
of Mary’s bonds, I picked up all the discarded clothing to take upstairs with
me.
Like
the hood laced so tightly over Mary’s head my leather one piece body suit fit
like a glove. The legs ended at the
ankle but were hidden beneath the tightly laced knee boots with 5” heels and
the top, which confined my breasts so firmly, ended with a 2” neck band. Even though she could not see it I had redone
my makeup with lots of colour around the eyes and a brilliant red lipstick.
Sitting
watching her I pulled on the elbow length kid gloves and knew that, as planned,
this was going to be very slow and very delicious. Leaning over I ran my tongue around her
nipple and, even though the spread eagle had partially flattened her breasts,
the tip responded allowing me to carefully capture it with a clamp. Sitting back, gloating, I waited fifteen
minutes before repeating the process on the other one.
When
my leather covered fingers started to slowly stroke her inner thighs she
groaned and I could see her testing the fur lined cuffs. I allowed one hand to tempt her love nub from
its hiding place then captured it with yet another clamp.
Fighting
to keep my patience, and stay with the scenario I had planned for the last
week, I waited again, practically drooling over the beautiful, helpless form
stretched in front of me. Finally I
unbuckled the strap holding her right ankle to the foot of the bed and pulled
her leg up and over until I could re-fasten it to the same bolt holding her
wrist.
The
left leg received the same treatment and then I could tighten both straps until
her ankles almost touched her wrists.
Standing
back, quivering with anticipation, I removed the crotch cover from my suit and
slowly worked the 6” length of a double dildo inside me; no lubrication was
needed, I was making enough of my own.
After fastening the several buckles around my thighs and waist I climbed
on the bed and settled myself until the other head of the strap-on was resting
at the entrance to Mary’s love tunnel.
Reaching
between her legs I gently began to massage her breasts and then, infinitely
slowly, pushed my hips forward until the head of the double dildo disappeared. Feeling the pressure on the shaft inside me, I
gradually rotated my body between the waist and knees, doubling and then
tripling the sensations, as I leaned further forwards forcing the hard rubber
to its full length inside my captive.
There
were some muffled moans getting past the gag but they stopped as I worked my
hips backwards and forwards allowing the toy to rape us both. Her head was shaking from side to side as the
air whistled through the nose holes in the helmet.
I
was having trouble controlling my own building reactions to the movement of the
dildo inside me and, finally, I knew I could hold it no longer. With one last effort I withdrew almost all
the way, pulled the clamps from her nipples and immediately rammed back into
her.
Oh
God!
Gradually
I recovered from the most amazing orgasm and lifted myself from where I had
collapsed over Mary’s body. Her chest
was heaving as she tried to get more air than the helmet allowed and I withdrew
the dildo then retied her ankles to the foot of the bed leaving her to recover
in a more comfortable position.
Taking
off the strap-on to clean it and then the two of us with a warm cloth I
collected a bottle of white wine that had been chilling in the fridge and
poured myself a glass. Not liking to
drink alone I removed the plug from the ring gag, took a large sip from the
glass and then leaned over to slowly let it dribble from my mouth to Mary’s.
After
an hour or so I repeated the whole process and, between us, we finished the
wine. Totally satisfied and tired I tied
Mary’s right wrist to her left, did the same with her ankles and then crawled
on the bed and spooned her against me.
Pulling a cover over us I slept.
The
next morning I locked Mary’s wrists behind her back, released her ankles and
maneuvered her to the powder room to do the necessary. After that I used several lengths of cord to
hold her in a kitchen chair while I threw a couple of bananas, some
strawberries and a couple of pints of yogurt in the blender.
It
was really erotic to watch as I used a small spoon to place the mixture in her
mouth through the ring gag. She
collected it with her tongue, swallowed, and then explored her mouth for the
next offering.
After
that late breakfast I led her back to the bed and used plastic wrap around each
wrist to protect her skin then taped them to her thighs. Turning her to lay on her stomach I strapped
her ankles wide apart, pulled on a latex glove and greased her rear entrance
for the butt plug. That got a reaction
but she had no way of resisting and I followed it with a nice large dildo in
the front. I used a stretchy rubber
crotch strap to hold everything in place then wrapped and taped her ankles
together.
The
large clear plastic bag was made for garment storage but, as I worked it up her
body, she fit inside very nicely.
Sitting her up I gathered the top of the bag around her neck ready to
tape it closed but first poured in two bottles of baby oil.
Allowing
Mary to fall back I started to massaged her entire body through the plastic;
rolling her from side to side until she was completely coated with the oil.
Kneeling
beside her on the bed I allowed my left hand to kneed
her breasts and their erect nipples while my right hand held the vibrating
wand. For a few seconds I allowed the
tip of the wand to touch her crotch but it was enough for her body to arch in
search of harder contact.
After
teasing her for more than half an hour I finally pushed the wand down between
her legs so that, without tearing the plastic, it contacted both the butt plug
and the dildo.
Almost
immediately Mary arched upwards until the back of her head and her feet were
the only parts of her touching the bed.
As she collapsed back down I turned off the
wand.
As
her breathing slowed and became as regular as it could, given the restrictions
of the helmet, she suddenly began to grunt.
The
first few notes of Beethoven’s 5th.
Thirty
seconds later I had the gag out and was peeling off the blindfold.
“Why
did you safe word? Are you all right?
“What
time is it?”
“Just after 3 on Saturday afternoon.”
“I
thought so. That was such a lovely
session I wanted it to go on forever but I have a meeting with a special client
on Sunday and have to do some homework on the account. You didn’t give me a chance to tell you.”
“Damn,
I had something very special planned for tonight.”
“Save
it for another time and Anne, why don’t you sell or rent this house and move in
with me? It would be so much more
sensible than us just being neighbourly!”
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