## The New Neighbours

Post by putasockinit2 » Sun Jun 28, 2015 3:26 pm

As much as I liked this house, it didn’t give me as much privacy as I would have liked. Yes the setting would probably be considered by many as picturesque and private enough with only these three properties in a good 5 mile radius. However, the neighbours in themselves were a little different.
I was a man of money, single and of a relatively famous background. I say famous, well I was more a person people would just sort of know and the type to open local fairs and buildings, but I wasn’t an A-lister or anything like that. I had officially retired although I was still considerably young. I wasn’t brought up to be greedy, I had made more than enough money and now I was simply looking to settle down, maybe travel a bit, relax and hopefully explore some of my secret passions.
Right from the first day I sort of half recognised my left next door neighbour. After a little research and Internet searches, I realised Andrea Sheffield was the weather girl who had disappeared the last few years. Famed for being stunningly beautiful, she had long, shoulder length light brown hair that featured golden streaks throughout. Her hair seemed to run down her neck like a waterfall, it was impressive to the glancing eye an so well looked after. Her body was toned and featured a busty chest and nice pert arse from what I had seen. She lived alone, in fact rarely anyone seemed to visit this small hamlet in general.
The other next door neighbour turned out to be a friend of Andrea’s when I was introduced to her by the woman herself. Alexandria Jones was her name. She wasn’t famous or anything, she lived alone and for showing complete loyalty over the years to Andrea with bad paparazzi issues and the negative side of being a very glamorous weather girl. She was a blonde haired girl, clearly looked like having the capabilities of becoming a very decent model in her looks, however for whatever reason she hadn’t explored this career path. Her hair was long like Andrea’s; something I liked in a girl. She also followed suit with a beautiful toned and busty body, although she was slightly more curvy than her friend. Whereas Alexandria’s breasts were at a guess a C in size, her lifelong friend’s were probably around a D. However where Alexandria owned slightly smaller but still attractive breasts, she beat Andrea with her legs and thighs especially as they appeared slightly more toned.
As much as my new neighbours were nice people and a few conversations had allowed us to get on rather well, I still didn’t like how nosey they were. They would often tend the area around my fence a little too well. At first I thought it was coincidence as they appeared to work away. After all, most people have weed issues in their gardens and maybe as they were both retired young, they had turned their attentions to their gardens. Admittedly, Alexandria did appear to stop half way through the second day, presumably through boredom as I mainly chilled by my private heated pool. However Andrea was different and by the third day of what seemed continual stalking, I was beginning to lose my patience. I was reluctant to confront her about it, I didn’t want to sour relationships with neighbours I had only just met. I also had come to the realisation that I fancied her, rather a lot so I didn’t want to ruin my chances.
Suddenly an idea struck me and I ran upstairs to find my cardboard box of secrets. After finding it, I now had a plan in motion. I walked up to the fence and smiled as Andrea stood to her feet.
“Hey, I was wondering if you wanted to come over for a cup of tea or something?” I smiled, trying to appear friendly.
“Sure, gardening does get a little boring” she smiled, blushing slightly as she rose, revealing a rather revealing outfit. Her top half was covered by a long sleeved, tight nylon garment. It was like a pair of tights that had been turned into a leotard. Her bottom half continued this nylon theme to her outfit, with similar dark stockings that ran up to her thighs and a pair of high heels to finish her look. Aside from a pair of black panties and a short latex skirt, she wore nothing else underneath. Through the nylon material of her top half, the tips of her boobs were reasonably visible to the wandering eye.
As she walked back into her house to knock on my front door after locking her own house up, I couldn’t help but stare at her gorgeous butt which looked perfect in that revealing outfit of hers. Her slight tan complexion made her appear even more beautiful before she eventually went inside and I prepared to greet the woman on entry to my house.
'Too many friends and not enough true friends'
The Kanye of tugs
Stuck between wanting to quit and wanting to stay...

### Re: The New Neighbours

Post by Driverman » Sun Jun 28, 2015 11:37 pm

Off to a nice start

### Re: The New Neighbours

Post by putasockinit2 » Mon Jun 29, 2015 3:29 am

(Thanks )
I opened the door seconds after she knocked it and took little time welcoming the woman into my home. She looked fantastic as she wore the same outfit; however I still had an agenda and view of her in my mind I just simply had to follow through with. As she entered and walked as instructed towards the lounge, I shut the door and followed her; my eyes firmly on that perfect behind of hers.
As she turned her back on me to look at a painting on the wall I took my chance and pushed her against the wall. Within what seemed to be barely a second, I had her wrists cuffed behind her tightly.
“Um what do you think you are doing?” she asked a little startled but her confusion was soon silenced by the introduction of a red ball-gag which filled the space between her stunning red lips.
“Shh my darling, I’ve wanted you all to myself since I first laid eyes on you. Now don’t resist, I have plenty planned for us.” I winked in a teasing but seductive manner as I tipped a box full of white ropes onto the floor in front of my new captive.
“mpph?” was all she could mutter as the gag worked effectively on the young beauty.
I began my bondage transformation of her by removing her panties and latex skirt that were blocking my view of that lovely arse she possessed. I couldn’t help myself giving it a few playful slaps; something she didn’t seriously object to either.
Next I concentrated on her upper body as I tied her elbows together first with a length of rope. After removing the handcuffs I wasted no time in adding more rope around her wrists, whilst two more lengths were tied above and below her busty chest, pinning her arms to her back. Andrea’s boobs now began to bulge from the pressure of the ropes, yet she still didn’t resist and allowed me to continue adding to her bindings.
Ropes around her ankles followed next which were added to with ropes above and below the knees. Her final rope bonds for now were around those luscious thighs she possessed. Now she was tightly bound I felt a little more relaxed and offered her the chance to remove that gag for a bit, on the promise she wouldn’t scream or do anything drastic. A nod of her head later and the ball-gag was removed.
Andrea struggled in her bindings on my carpet lounge floor for a while to begin with, she seemed to like her restraints though as these weren’t struggles of frantic desperation, but in a more satisfied and playful manner. She seemed eager to impress me and I had to admit she was doing rather a good job of that.
I picked up a further rope and decided to add to her bonds, tying it around her forearms and her toned stomach which looked so cute behind the nylon material. I didn’t know how best to start my conversation with her, but one thing I definitely wasn’t prepared to do was to apologise as this was a predicament I had wanted to see Andrea in especially since that first meeting of ours.
“You look like your enjoying yourself” I smiled, breaking the ice a little.
“So you’re a bondage person then? I knew there was a secret of yours and if this is what you can do in ten minutes, I must add that you excite me.” She replied as she lay on her floor, positioning her bound form in such a manner as to emphasise her busty mounds.
“You are correct, I’ve always wanted a woman in general as beautiful as you but my ‘secret’ interests as you put it mean I much prefer to see a woman like you all helpless like that. You just look so much more…” I paused for a second or two, trying to think of the right word to say.
“Attractive and helpless?” she interrupted almost in an attempt to help me.
“Yes, well put.” I smiled before adding “So what do you think?”
“I like it. I feel so helpless and dominated, yet I feel so safe too. I already feel so aroused as well.” She paused for a second in thought. “So, just what are your plans for me? I mean you’ve captured your weather girl, a rather more willing weather girl than you maybe anticipated, so what is it you want from me?” she asked as I sat on the sofa and repositioned her so she lay on her back, her head in my lap and her boobs facing up, in the perfect position for me to fondle and play with for a while as the TV was switched on.
'Too many friends and not enough true friends'
The Kanye of tugs
Stuck between wanting to quit and wanting to stay...