4 comments/ 56979 views/ 6 favorites The Neighbour By: james dean I don't know to this day, why. His hand on my butt, stroking fondly, firmly. fingers sliding under my mini skirt into my knickers, around the firm curves of my pert, young bottom, burying his thick digits into the shocking valley of my ass crack. Sliding lower to the base, round to my pussy. Probing deeper... Guess I'd better tell you about me, so you'll understand- I don't but maybe you will. I'm Charlie, Charlotte really but nobody calls me that. I'm twenty but look younger. I have long blonde hair that, when loose goes all the way down to the base of my spine. - Its my best feature, I reckon. Any how, I'm petite, as they call it, slim and yet curvy in all the right places. My tits are 34c, My pussy is shaved - John likes it that way. He's my husband of six months, a really nice, gentle man. Tall, handsome and hard working as an up -and -coming young exec. We are really happy and... yer its relevant, we make love most days. He's good, I swear! But he would never dream of rubbing my 'back hole' like that. We fuck like rabbits, him on top, me with my long legs about his hips, my breasts mashed into his manly chest. Its great! We met at college and from then on we have been together, 'inseparable' as our friends say... if they only knew my secret. I'm only telling you cos Someone should know. Maybe some nice girl with the same secrets can email me later... tell me its ok. Tell me I'm not a slut. Back to business. John and I rented this apartment, in a large block on the dodgy side of town. Got to start somewhere, eh? I've still not got a job but John's salary gives us enough. This leaves me with most days, when I'm not at the gym or 'therapy' shopping the malls, to myself. Bad news? Bored? No way! I like the time alone in the flat. Guess cos I'm an only child and all. Guys say I'm great fun at a party... you know, bubbly and fun. Short skirts and see thru tops that show off my ass and tits. John hates it but I like to flirt and have a laugh - but at home I just like to chill and read some. One day, a few months back, I got back from my workout and cos I was in a hurry, didn't bother to shower and change. I was still in my pink leotard, thick socks and my hair was up in an enormous pony tail. Of course I had my coat on too - cant walk about town like that! But I guess it was open and off my shoulders a bit. Got some wolf whistles from the builder guys working next to our apartment block... Any how got back and went up the lift. That's when I first clocked him. He was going up too. He must be fifty at least! But very smart with hawk nose, dark fathomless eyes, dark hair slicked back and greying temples. He's tall and in a dark pin striped suit. Lean and upright like a soldier at attention. He lives in the flat opposite ours. Never says a word but today he was staring at me. Taking in my young body, unabashed when I coloured up under his stern glare. I looked down and saw why. My nipples were pushing through the latex like two buttons, my flat waist distending with my heavy breathing, and my swim suit was bunched in between my sex lips - I got big one's by the way. John loves to pin them wide when he goes down on me - calls them his theatre curtains... I went to cover myself with my coat. "No." He stated. I looked up ready to tell him to fuck off. -Pervert. His eyes sparkled and I just looked up. It was the weirdest moment - the lift clanking. Us, two complete strangers just looking at each other in the strained silence. My hands on the lapels of my coat, as if offering my body to this old guy! The doors opened and he gestured to me to go before him in a gentlemanly way. As I turned, he took my shoulder. Firmly. Spun me to look at him again. "Name." Eeerrrr. Charlie Stevens..... No, sorry its Dawson - just got married..." I flashed him my ring. My cheeks burning with embarasment as his eyes drifted over my body, as if memorising each curve. He ignored it, his eyes boring into mine like a searchlight again. "Come and see me." He stood, both his hands on my shoulders. "I'm sure we'd love to visit our neighbours..." I stumbled out like a rabbit caught in the headlights. "No, not him - YOU." "Errrr, okay." I spluttered. A panic rising that I'd be raped there and then. "Good." We both turned to our doors. As I opened mine, my confidence flooded back. "What's your name then.?" We looked at each other and once more I felt the panic rise in the silence. "Sir, to you will do, young lady. Want to know more you'll have to ring this bell." His door closed. Well! I was dazed and bemused. The longer I thought about that first encounter the more fun it became... I forgot the panic and fear I felt under his stare. I stripped and dived into the shower. My delicate fingers soaped me over, paying particular attention to my nether bits, if you know what I mean! But no way was I going to ring his damn bell - or anything else of his for that matter! A few days went by and as I went back and forth, I did stare at his front door, grinning at how stupid I'd been with him.... Next time I'd give him a piece of my mind for frightening a newly wed young woman. No way would I ring that fucking bell! ....that's when the start of this confession happened. I'd dressed in my favourite red short skirt and white blouse to go and see my best mate Sheila for lunch. As I left my flat he'd emerged from his doorway and followed me to the lift. We didn't speak. The lift doors opened and he ushered me in. We stood in silence as the doors closed. I looked up at him about to say something - something nasty, I swear. He drew his finger up to his mouth. Shhhhhhh. Then he stepped forward and put his hot, heavy hand to my leg and slowly lifted it to my ass. He rubbed my crack and then leant forward to invade my cunt lips from behind, pulling me into his chest, roughly. His black eyes locked to mine like magnets. He knelt and lifting my skirt about my waist - yer, it was that clingy velvety type - he drew my white panties clean down to my ankles. Ran his hands back up my quivering legs to my bald mound. His tongue flashed out like a lizards and he tasted me. I flinched. The lift whirled downwards, clanking horribly. His strong nose smelt my traitorous secretions. His thick finger probed me, slow and deep inside me. He rose and took out a camera. The interior light up and I was dazzled. It kicked me out of my trance. Hey, don't take pictures! I squealed in shock. My hands pulled my skirt down hurriedly as the doors opened. I went to grab my knickers in panic. Leave them. He ordered. Calmly, as if this kind of shit went on every day. I kicked them off and ran to the outer doors and freedom - thankful there had been nobody waiting when the lift doors had opened. I glanced back to watch him pick up my favourite pair of white, lacy knickers, sniff them then stuff them in his suit pocket along with his damn camera. So Guys, you go figure. There's more, I'm afraid but I'll leave it at that for now. Anybody had the same thing happen out there? Let me know, cos I'm lost about all this. I love John to death but this man.... I'm so confused. The Neighbour I see the lady neighbour over the road brushing the step. She is older than me and quite attractive, and for quite a while now, I have had very lewd thoughts about her. I have devised a plan. Will it work or will it all turn out to be just terribly embarassing for us both...? I have to try it...if I don't I will always wonder what may have happened if I hadn't been so unsure of myself. She is wearing a short nylon overall. I have been told that she wears this short overall to turn on the kids who play football outside her door. Here goes... I go over to her and ask if she will do me a favour. "Yes, of course." she says. I tell her that I have a video that someone has lent me but my VCR is broken and could I try it on her recorder. In a surprised voice she replies "Yes,ok...come on in." We go into her house, and after we have entered her living room I say "I think its some sort of blue movie but I'm not sure." "Oh," she says quietly as her eyes narrow, "I've never seen one of those, but come on then; I think I'd better close the front door first." She puts the video into the VCR and sits down on the couch alongside me. The video starts and before long the couple in the film are getting down to sex. In the film the woman starts to stroke the guys cock which starts to grow. I can see that my neighbour is visibly shocked by this. I tell her that I havent seen any films like this before either. "How far do they actually go?..not all the way surely! They're not going to have full sex are they?...I can't believe they do the full thing in these films?" I say "I don't know, let's wait and see." By now, in the film the girl is gently licking the guys balls and moving her mouth up his quivering shaft. My neigbour is lost for words. The girl then moves over the guy who reaches up from the floor to firmly clasp her shapely round buttocks. Slipping his fingers into the soft lacy white panties he gently manouvres them down over the rounded contours of her silken arse. He gives a small gasp as her pussy hair becomes more and more visible. As the panties are half way down her thighs he stops from pulling them down further. He sits there looking at her. She looks vulnerable, naked except for the panties which are now rolled down to just below the thick heavy folds of her labia. He drinks in the moment. The sight of her now extended nipples and the dark mass of curly black fanny hair glistening with love juice in anticipation of what is to come is now too much for him. His rough fingers quickly drag her knickers down to her ankles as she removes one foot from them...leaving the lacy material clinging to the other but allowing her to open her legs wider for him. Slowly but urgently he pulls her down towards his throbbing red cock. Holding the shaft in his hand he rubs the round purpled head in between her pussy lips gently edgeing it in. The thick hairs seem to grasp lovingly at the hardened muscle as he begins to gradually coax it further inside. But there no need to be gentle, she is so wet she is able to sit right down on him making that delicious squishy sound as his balls come into contact with her pulsating fanny. They begin to fuck. My neighbour is now open mouthed in astonishment. I say to her "Are you being turned on by this?" In a low voice she says "It's hard not to be." I say "Do this...place your knees and ankles together." which she does. Not wanting to go too far too soon I tell her to move her ankles apart by about 12 inches. Her knees are still together. I can hear the sound of her breathing. I tell her to move her knees apart which she does. "Now then, push upwards with your heels every time the man's cock plunges into the girls pussy in the film." She starts do do this. The hoarseness of her breathing increases. Her eyes open wide with growing excitement as she watches and copies every lunge. "Now is the time..." I think to myself and I slowly and deliberately unzip my pants. My cock has become so very large and is aching for her velvet touch as I lift it over the top of my shorts. Her eyes are transfixed on my groin area. In silence, but for her laboured breathing, she stares down at it, switching her gaze backwards and forwards between the TV screen and my throbbing red shaft. I take her hand and place it on me. Her fingers grab my dick with eagerness, making me gasp audibly and push upwards with my hips. With an intake of breath she increases the ferocity of her lunges making her skimpy nylon overall ride up even further...now up to her waist to fully reveal her panties. I can feel the couch shaking due to her thrusts as she now looses all abandon and opens her legs wide to show the now dark soggy mound which is her crotch. Her other hand now moves between her legs and frantic fingers pull the moist gusset aside to reveal her beautiful hairy cunt as she turns her begging eyes towards me. I drool at the sight of her swollen pink pussy lips, yearning to suck them and to push my searching tongue deep into her love hole. "Do you want me to fuck you the way he is fucking her?" I ask. "God yes," she whimpers "please...please fuck like that...please fuck me like that as hard as you can." Breathing heavily we slide down on to the thick carpet and I clumsily push my trousers down and kick them off. There is no time for me to use my tongue on that wonderful juicy slit. We both know that I must get my cock into her aching cunt right now. We then assume the same position as the couple on the TV screen and she forces herself down on to my groin. "Agghhhhh..." she sighs in triumphant bliss. We both begin to grind our loins against each other making that delicious slapping sound as her wet hairy fanny lips begin to suck eagerly on my big stiff prick. We time our lunges to coincide with those of the couple. "Scream if you want to" I say as I reach up and tightly squeeze her breasts. "Make as much noise as you want...say whatever you want." "Please" she moans breathlessly, "make me come hard...keep filling me with your big fat dick! I want to feel all that cum squirting into me." In the film the guy is now cumming all over the girls face. His jiz is shooting out in spurts. The girl opens her mouth to take in as much as she can...her face now dripping with white cum. This is too much for both of us and I feel myself begin to explode inside her cunt. Her head leans back as she herself begins to cum screaming "FUCK ME, FUCK ME, FUCK ME..." Our eyes close as we are swept up in overwhelming bliss. I feel the cum spurting out of my cock, filling her pussy with sticky joy. The final lunges from both of us coming in involuntary spasmodic jerks until she finally collapses on top of me, both of us thoroughly satiated and drained. After a minute or so she rolls off me. She lays on her side looking at me, her breathing becoming more relaxed, as is mine. Her eyes tell me of her enjoyment...a message that she gets from mine also. This won't be the last of our meetings...and it wasn't. The Neighbour I made my way up the driveway, after having a few with the guys to end off the week. I was in no hurry to get home because I knew there wasn't anything going on tonight. The wife was out of town for the weekend and the other guys had stuff of their own going on. So I made my way up the rest of the driveway in this hard hitting thunderstorm. As I was almost to to the house my eye caught a light on in the neighbours daughters room. Maybe it was the few drinks or what but I was bold enough to just stand there in the rain looking to the window. As she entered the room, she's only had a towel around her and another in her hair. Within seconds she peels off the towel and is walking around the room completely naked. My interest holds me there as she goes to a dresser and pulls out some sexy bra and panty set before holding them up for her own approval. She first starts by sliding the thong up her legs and adjusting it. She then wraps the bra around her and fastens it at the back. Walking over to her closet she must have realized the curtain was still open. As she reached to close it I tried my best to get into the door of the my own house. As all this happened a huge flash of lightening and a crack of thunder rolled. I got into the house with my heart just beating from the sight I had just seen and the fact she might have caught me. Not really feeling the urge to go to bed I turned on the TV and searched through some channels. I made my way to the porn and got looking around in there. I read some info on the movies before deciding on one. I turned to one that had talked about lingerie and that was enough, I read no more of it and just clicked on order. When the picture appeared it was just starting. Some hot blond was walking into this office with a very sexy outfit on, only to be met by another woman with the same style clothes on. After some cheesy porn pick up lines they began to kiss and caress each other. Within no time they were both down to some sexy lingerie and feeling each other up. What happened next surprised the shit out of me, as the one girl grabbed a hold the other's panties and pulled them down, a large healthy looking dick fell out. Then I realized this porn was about trannies and crossdressers. But with the order already made on the TV I thought I'd make the best of it. My cock got hard while I continued to watch as the two went at it. I was then startled as there was a knock at the door. Without even thinking of what was on TV I got up and went to the door only to find Sara, the daughter from next door standing there. I opened the door and she stepped right in out of the rain. She was dressed to kill in a very tight tube skirt that showed just enough leg at the bottom and just enough cleavage at the top. "Thank god your here. I hate being home alone when it's like this. And even worse our power just went out so that was it I seen a light on still over here so I came right over. I hope that's alright?" "Yah sure no problem," I said. "Some friends and I were supposed to go out tonight but pretty much all of them bailed with this weather," Sara said, "I hope I didn't bother you." "No, no I was just watching some TV," I said without even thinking about what was on. "Ohh mind if watch with you for a bit until the power comes back on," Sara asked as she headed for the living room. My heart sank as there was no way I could stop her before she got to the TV. As I followed her into the living room she just stopped and paused looking at the screen. As the two chesty women were both rubbing their cocks furiously as they rode up and down on a double ender. Sara didn't say to much just sat down on the couch still in shock I think. Not really knowing what to say or do I too just sat down on the couch and watched the movie. After about half and hour and a couple more sex scenes, Sara finally spoke. "Those look just like mine," she said as the woman on the screen was dressed in much the same bra and panties I had seen Sara in earlier. "Don't you think?" Sara questioned, "you know the ones you seen me in before." I agreed as my face must have lit up. "Yah I saw you at the door there. I was just getting ready to go to the club." With marbles still in my mouth I didn't know what to say. But before I could even get a word out Sara stood up. "I'll be right back," she said as she made her way back out the door. I just stayed sitting there in shock and fear. Not knowing what was going to happen or what I should do or say. Within about ten minutes I heard the door open and close again and in she came with two big bags in her hands. She dumped the one on the table in front of me. The clothes and lingerie in front of me had me a bit puzzled. "Get up and take off your clothes," Sara said. With little hesitation I did as I was told and began to strip down. With some embarrassment and hesitation I slid my boxers down and stood in front of her completely naked. "Here put these on first," Sara said as she handed me a white frilly garter belt and white stockings with frills at the top of them too. With having not much of a choice I began to put them on. Once they were on she handed me a pair of white frilly panties, and those to I slid on. Next came the bra, again I put it on and waited for my next instruction. Sara came over to me and pulled open the loose bra. "Here's something to help fill it out a bit," Sara said as she filled the bra with some silicone breastforms. "We got all this last year for Halloween, that's why it's to fit you not me," Sara continued. "And let me tell you it has made a world of difference with me since then." I didn't really say a thing, not really understanding what she exactly meant. Next she gave me a plaid skirt, and like half a white dress shirt. I just took them and continued to put it all on. While I was doing this she was starting to straighten and tidy up a blond wig. When I finished she reached to my head and put the wig on with some pins of some sort to hold it there. "Now let's do a little touch with some make up," Sara said as she reached and began to apply some bright red lipstick and some other stuff to my eyes. "You look just like Matt did," Sara sort of snickered. Matt being her boyfriend. "Like I said before after him wearing this it made a huge difference between the two of us. Now how about you check out your new look," Sara guided me to the mirror in the end of the hall. As I stood in disbelief I looked back at myself. I looked like a porn star dressed as a slutty school girl. "What do you think?" questioned Sara. "I look like a real....a real.....woman," I said. "I could tell that this was the perfect thing to do after seeing that movie before and how hard you were when you answered the door," Sara said with a smile. "Now there's some more things that Matt and I did that night that you may want to try out?" "What's that?" I asked not figuring it could be much worse than me dressed as a slutty school girl with my neighbours daughter giving the orders. "Well," Sara started walking over to me and seating me down on the couch. "You can start by taking care of this for me," Sara said as she pulled her skirt up just enough for a long rubber cock to fall out of the bottom. Without a word she moved it to my mouth and I began to slid it inside. I began sucking on the cock, and Sara began to thrust back and forth sliding the cock further in each time. I could see my own lipstick marks on the cock as she pumped it into my mouth. She too was liking the feeling because I could hear her panting and moaning. "Once I started using these toys I couldn't get enough of them," Sara said as she reached over emptying the second bag onto the table while still keeping the cock jammed in my mouth. From the corner of my eye I could see quiet an extensive collection of sex toys. "Let's try something else that will help me keep rhythm a little better," Sara smiled as she grabbed another dildo with harness and fastened it to my chin. She then guided me back in the chair and began to straddle my face. Once she was above my face she reached down and guided the rubber cock on my chin into the hole in her harness and into her wet waiting hole. She then continued reaching down and guided the rubber cock on her harness into my mouth. Again I carried on sucking on the cock and she thrusted up and down on the cock now in her. This went on for quiet some time, sometimes the pace would be soo fast I could hardly keep up to her and others were slow and sensual. As she must have tired of this position she led me to lay on the floor and carried on with much the same, straddling my face, she carried on pounding my mouth. Through Sara's moans I heard the door to the house open and close. As fear raced through me Sara just kept on pumping my mouth full of cock as so I could not say a word. "Holy shit, looks like the fun has already started," said the voice that entered the room. "Sorry dear I couldn't help myself," Sara responded, "but no worries you can join right in." As I could barely see through Sara's thighs that were confining my head, I did manage to see Sara's boyfriend Matt standing there. Within seconds I could feel him crouch down over top of us and began to make his way up my body to Sara. They both reach down and begin to readjust. As the rubber cock from my chin is taken out of Sara it was then replaced with Matt's own cock. The rubber cock that was in my mouth now just bobbles back and forth up and down my face. And to my surprise the rubber dong that was sticking from my chin was then guided into Matt's waiting asshole. Within seconds they continued on pumping each other right above me, and with the rubber dong in Matt's behind I was forced to stay right there for the show. Sara then reached down and helped me to lift my head a bit. Knowing what she wanted I began to lick. My tongue found it's way to her clit and I began to lick. But within just seconds she reached back down again and pushed the top of my head, forcing me to aim lower. With my tongue still out, I then felt Matt's shaft, as it was sliding in and out of her. With not much of a choice I continued on licking the cock that was right above me. The moans that were coming from Matt told me he liked it. As I licked away at the shaft, Matt's balls would sometimes run over my face. Without another thought I then moved to licking and sucking to them. This really drove Matt crazy because his moans became even louder. We continued on like this for only a short time before the two of them where screaming in climax. Sara started as Matt continued to thrust into her. Next was Matt, but as he began to moan with the orgasm starting Sara reached down and pulled his cock from her hole and turned it down right into my mouth. I got a quick taste of Sara's juices before the salty goo from Matt shot to the back of my throat. With my mouth full of Matt's cock and my chin cock locking me in place there, there was nothing I could do but just keep on doing what I was. I kept on sucking on Matt's cock swallowing his goo as he pumped in and out of my mouth When they had both finished they climbed off of me and allowed me to sit up. As I did, I finally seen Matt standing there in front of me dressed in much the same outfit as Sara. "So I take it you got the note I left on the door?," Sara asked. "I sure did and when it said to put on the outfit on the bed I knew it was going to be a good time," Matt answered. "Yah, I had someone checking me out tonight through my window. And when our friends called to cancel I thought that I would take advantage of the situation, and there no sense having a good night go to spoils. But to my surprise when I got over here it looked like he was going to start without me. The dirty little slut was watching some tranny porn, so I knew he was in for the same thing I was thinking and in no time at all here he was laying here sucking my big dick." With nothing really to say and no real way to defend myself I just gave a half smile and began to lift myself up off the floor. Matt and Sara did the same. We all began to straighten our clothes and as I looked over to Matt he to had even the same panty set on as Sara. He just looked back to me with a smile as he tucked his cock back into his panties. "That's a real nice outfit our little slut has on," Matt said. "Yah you remember the fun we had with it hunh?," Sara replied. "How could I forget it's been one of the best things to ever happen to me," Mat continued. "Those are even the huge silicone tits we got too hunh?" Matt reached over to give them a squeeze, and a playful hit as they just jiggle back and forth on my chest. "The glue on them should be dry by now too," Sara said. "What! what glue?" I exclaimed in fear. "The glue I put on the backs of them, they give you a much better feel if they're actually glued right on," Sara explained. "Yah she's right," Matt agreed, "it makes a huge difference, take it from me." "Don't worry I have the solvent that will take them off when we're done," Sara said as she too walked over and gave them a playful hit and watched them wobble on my chest. "Well I'm going to go get changed into something else," Matt said, "and I'll be right back." Not really sure why he'd be going to get a something different on, I just looked to Sara. "Trust me you'll like it. You've already shown me that you would." Sara walked over to me and began to rub her hands all over my body. She would squeeze my ass and tits and rub her hands down to my crotch. I followed her actions and began to do the same to her. We quickly got faster feeling and groping each other. I reached down and began to stroke the end of the ruber cock peeking out the bottom of her skirt. Sara smiled as I did. Without another thought I began to lower on to my knees infront of her and take the cock into my mouth. As I slid her skirt up a little higher to give me full access I could smell her musty excitement. I began bobbing on the cock taking a little more in each time. Sara just looked down to me with a huge smile on her face knowing that I was having as much fun as she was. But before we got too carried away with ourselves Matt came back into the room. "What do you think?" he asked. "That's fuckin hot," Sara replied. "And we all know she'll like it," she continued with a giggle. As I slid the cock from my mouth and turned to see Matt, he was standing in the doorway with pretty much the same outfit as the tranny's in the movie had on earlier. "Sara thought you might like this outfit," Matt said, as I just looked over his entire body. He was fully dressed. With some high 'fuck me' heels and sexy sheer stockings going up his legs, with just a little of the stocking tops showing beneath the bottom of his skirt. And the full skirt blouse and jacket that made him the secretary from the movie. He too had two giant silicone tits under his outfit, as he walked over to us they swayed side to side. "Well I guess I better get changed too then," Sara said as she walked over and out the doorway Matt had just returned from. As I turn my head back to face Matt, he already had the front of his skirt pulled up and his semi hard cock looked back face to face with me. With his feet in the heels and his legs wrapped in the sexy stockings being held up by a sexy garter belt I could now see, I knew exactly what to do. He smiled down to me as I opened my mouth and took it in. I slowly began to lick the tip of my first real cock. With all the cock sucking I had just done in the last hour with Sara it was no time at all before I was right to the base of his cock. I slid my mouth up and down his shaft as he gave some small moans in approval. As I did before without even thinking I raised my hand and began to play with his balls as well. I could hear Sara walking back into the room and letting a small gasp as she entered. I could imagine her thrill seeing me as a school girl on my knees, with her boyfriend as a sexy secretary, with his cock buried completely in my face and me fondling his balls. I stopped and turned to Sara as she was standing there rubbing some lube on to her big black strap on. She had changed into a leather type outfit that almost looked like a mans suit with tie. And in her one hand the black rubber strap on that glistened with lube in the light, and in the other a long blue double ended dildo. "Well I guess the student was being punished by the teacher or working on some extra credit," Sara joked. "So I take it I must be the stern principal then?" Sara walked over to us and locked into a long kiss with Matt above me. With nothing really to do, I went back to what I had been doing most the night and took Matt's cock back into my mouth. When they're kiss broke above me they just stood for a moment and watched as I worked away at Matt's cock. Sara then made her way behind me and began to squeeze and caress my ass. She then lifted my skirt and began to work to pull my frilly panties down just enough to get to what she wanted. I didn't lose any rhythm I just kept on doing what I was. Sara then reached to the pile of toys on the table and rummaged through them. Within seconds I could feel a cold hard object at my anus. With the toy all lubed up she slowly began to work it inside of me. I groaned and part pain, part discomfort and part pleasure. Once the toy had made it's way inside she slowly started working it back and forth. "A real slutty schoolgirl takes two at once," Sara said as she quickened the pace and turned on the vibrator. This only lasting a little while before my muscles had relaxed and she removed the vibrator and began to work on inserting the strap on. With more pain, more discomfort and definitely more pleasure, she slowly fed the whole rubber cock into my anus. Once she had it buried right to the hilt she just stopped and paused for a second. Then slowly began to thrust in and out of me. "She's so tight you'd almost think it was her first time," Sara said with sarcasm. "I don't know but it looks hot from up here," Matt replied. They both continued on fucking my holes. Matt's moaning was getting louder and closer, so I knew he wasn't going to hold out much longer. I sped up on sucking and cupping his balls. Sara must have sensed this too and kept up with the rhythm and began pumping my ass even faster. Matt's balls began to lift and I knew what was coming. His first shot had so much force it went straight to the back of my throat and forced me to swallow. Next couple came and began to fill my mouth with his salty load. I swallowed again trying to keep up with him. As I did he slowed the pace and shot the last couple shots and I swallowed them down too. Matt walks away from the front of me and I collapse onto the couch infront of me. Sara still behind me slows down with the cock and gently pulls it from my behind. The two of them began into the kissing again while I just lay there trying to catch a breath. They fondle each other's tits and ass. They make out like this for some time, Sara often reaching down trying to bring some life back into Matt's cock. As her efforts begin to pay off I turn to see them dropping to they're knees behind me. As Matt comes the closest to me and Sara behind him, they both reach below them. Matt helps to guide Sara's strap on into his own arse. With a little work I could hear it slide inside. Once this was all done behind me Matt then turned his attention to me. He guided his now hard cock to my hole. He pressed the tip against my hole with steady pressure. It slowly opened and he pushed inside. All of us connected together like train cars slowly began to sway. "Your right, she is tight," teased Matt. "I knew you'd like it," Sara replied with a giggle. They continued on rocking back and forth. They'd pick up speed and then slow down, then pick up again and slow down again. This carried on for only a little while. The Neighbour "So are you eager to try the new toy?" Sara asked "Damn right I am, I almost lost my load when you walked in with it in your hand," Matt said excitedly. "Maybe let the slut up front get a little taste of it first," Sara said. "Sure," replied Matt. He then reached and grabbed the blue double ended dildo off the table and led the one end to my mouth. I opened and he slid a bit inside. I sucked on the rubber cock now in my mouth while I was still getting plowed in the ass. Matt tried to help by hold the dildo for me and working it in and out. This is when I noticed it started to vibrate. "You like that?" Matt asked. "It's something new, it just came out so we had to get it. It uses the motions to charge itself and then starts to vibrate." "Yah Matt seen it and had to have it," Sara snickered. "Well let's really try it out," Matt said as he slowly pulled his cock from my ass. "Ok you's two loose the panties," Sara ordered as she too pulled her cock from Matt and stood up. We both got up and removed our panties. My aching cock was swollen and more red then I had ever seen. "Wow look it this," Matt said pointing at it. "Ohh right, I guess you haven't got your chance to empty out yet," Sara said with a smile on her face. "We better get a clean up crew here for when that thing goes off," Matt joked. "Don't worry I think I know just how we'll take care of it," Sara said still smiling. Sara guided us both to lay on our backs on the floor. She brought us closer together and and guided our legs up beside each other. She then reached down and began to guide the blue dildo into our holes. Matt's was first and then to me. She pulled us to get closer together and we both did and each taking in more of the long dildo. Within seconds Matt was already rocking on the dildo. I followed his lead and Sara helped to guide the dildo so we both had about the same amount. Within no time the dildo was humming away inside of us, as we both rocked back and forth. Our tits following the motion and bouncing around on our chests. Sara stood above us and began to straddle our hard cocks. She lowered herself down and reached to position us both. She slid Matt's into her ass first. Next she grabbed hold of mine and guided it into her wet snatch. Once we were all positioned again the rhythm started again. As Matt and I rocked on the blue dildo Sara above us rode both our cocks. The excitement was way too much for me and I quickened the pace knowing I wasn't going to last much longer. The other two followed suit and so did the dildo. It sped up changing almost from a humm to a buzz noise. This was too much and I began to climax. Sara felt it and really started to jump up and down while her strap on was pounding off my stomach. We all began moaning and groaning as we all went. My whole body felt like it was emptying out as I shot load after load. When it all came to an end Sara pulled herself up off our cocks and walked up over my face. As she lowered herself down over my face the juices started to leak out of her slit. She dripped it all over my face before landing right on my mouth. As my own spunk came out of her and Matt's leaked down to, I knew what she wanted and began to clean her up. "Told you we don't need a clean up crew," Sara snickered, "we got one right here." The Neighbour Jessica Walters was walking down the street, heading home after finishing college for the day. As she turned the last corner into her street, she walked by her neighbours front garden. In a daze, she drifted past his front garden fence as she watched him chopping up some logs. In the hot summers day, he had removed his shirt & was sweating. She watched as his strong arms swung the axe & bought it crashing down, splitting the log clean in two. 'Hmm, he doesn't look 45 years old.' She thought, remembering a conversation she'd overheard between him & her dad. They had become good friends since he moved in a few years ago. 'Hi Jess.' He called out, noticing her waltzing by. 'Hello Mr. Allen.' She replied, nervously as thought she had been caught out gazing. 'Hot day isn't it!' he said, wiping the sweat from his brow. 'Err, oh yeah. Although I've been stuck in college all day. AC. It's not until you get out that you realise how hot it is!' she giggled in reply. He noticed how she seemed to blush and she smiled. She stood lingering by his gate, her little flowery dress wrapped loosely around her petite frame, fashionably matched by a cute pair of black leather cowboy boots. 'Oh well, I suppose I'd better get home. Lots to do, and I've still got to dash up to the stable to see to Freddy.' She sighed, remembering she needed to tend to her horse before sunset. 'Ok, well I've got some logs here for your dad. I'll bring them over when I'm done. He replied. 'Ok, see you later maybe?' she said, lingering a little longer than perhaps she ought to have done. 'Er, ok.' He replied, and carried on chopping. As Jessica walked up her path, the mental image of Mr. Allen naked to the waist and all sweaty made her feel funny. She was in a dreamy state as she entered her house, dropping her bag on the kitchen table and headed straight off to her room. As she opened her drawer and pulled out her stable gear, she removed her dress & bra – standing now naked but for her panties and boots she caught sight of herself in the mirror. Her nipples were full on rigid, sticking out like little nuts. As she gently washed her finger over one, the image of Mr. Allen immediately jumped into her mind and she felt her tummy do cartwheels. Automatically moving her other hand down to her panties, she could feel the wetness. Her panties were soaked! What the heck was this? Suddenly getting embarrassed at the possibility of wetting herself, she quickly got changed. Pulling on her riding boots, she jumped up as she heard a knocking on the back door. Dashing down through the kitchen, she saw Mr. Allen with a barrow full of logs. 'Hi Mr. Allen. Are those for my dad?' she gasped, her mind awash with reinforced feelings in her tummy. 'Hi Jess. Yes they are. Where shall I put them?' he replied. 'Oh. Erm, over next to the shed I guess?' she said, walking out into the sun to direct him. As she walked ahead, Mr. Allen noticed her slender figure with her tight jodhpurs and riding boots. His eyes burned a trace down her back, across the cheeks of her bottom and down her legs. Suddenly realising where he was & what he was doing, he picked up the barrow handles and followed her across the garden. 'Just here will be fine' Jessica said, pointing to a lean-to next to the shed. 'Ok. I'll unload them. Will you tell your dad that they are here?' he asked. 'Sure. Would you like a drink? You seem pretty hot!' Jess asked, blushing again. 'No, it's ok thanks. I'm going to head home and jump on the shower. Thanks anyway, it was sweet of you to offer.' He replied, walking back down the path to the house with his now empty barrow. 'Ok, no problem. I'll let dad know.' Jess said as she walked ahead. Trailing behind her, he couldn't take his eyes off of her lean young legs. The jodhpurs left nothing to the imagination and the black leather of the boots glistened in the sun. As they got to the house, Jessica turned to face Mr. Allen. 'Right, I'll let dad know.' She said. 'Ok, thanks. See you later.' He replied. As he walked down the path towards his gate, he turned to glance back at her one last time. As he turned his head to face her, he saw that she was looking at him. No, staring at him. As she saw him look her in the eye, she went bright red with embarrassment and quickly turned to head inside the safety of her house. Mr. Allen smiled and walked up his garden path to his house. Jessica had finished clearing out the stable and decided to have a quick ride on Freddy before heading home. She climbed up onto him and gently pulled his reigns edging him away from the yard. As the cantered along a grassy bank, her mind wandered back to Mr. Allen. Her hips were now doing a wiggle and her thighs pressed deeply against the saddle as her thoughts betrayed her. As Freddy now sped up, she could feel herself lifting herself off the saddle as she bounced. Her loins were grinding against the seat as she bounced. The image of Mr. Allen in his half naked sweaty state, burnt in her mind as she galloped, bouncing up and down. Then it hit her. Her stomach contorted, she felt like she'd been stabbed as she lost control of her legs. A strange feeling ripped through her body as she shrieked with excitement, her arms now wrapping themselves around Freddy's neck as she fought to cling on. Leaning forward, she guided Freddy to a stop as she fought to regain control of her body. Reaching a clearing, she gingerly climbed down and leant against a tree. She could feel wetness between her legs, no it was dripping down her legs and into her boots! Pulling off a glove, she felt her thighs. A damp sticky patch had now formed around her groin, leaving an obvious mark. She pulled her waistband and slipped her other gloved hand into her panties, only to find that the were sopping. As the leather of her glove touched her skin, she jumped. Electrifying senses again rippled through her body. She slowly felt around with her gloved fingers, finding that whenever she touched her vagina, shockwaves ripped through her body. Her fingers explored her wetness, all the while images of Mr. Allen flashed through her mind. Ripping open her jacket, she reached up and grabbed hold of one of her breasts while she continued to explore her pussy which now felt like it was on fire. She reached and undid her waistband, yanking her trousers down to the top of her thighs. Now exposed to the cool air, her gloved hand felt her pussy through her soaked panties. She continued to work her fingers, exploring and rubbing furiously while playing with her breast with her other hand. All of a sudden, she reached out to steady herself against the tree as it hit her again. Her hand continued to rub furiously as she panted and squealed with excitement. Her legs felt like they were going to give way, and she fell in a crumpled heap on the grass. Laying there panting and breathing, she lifted her glove to her face. She saw it was covered in a sticky mess. Reaching it up to her nose, she inhaled deeply – her nostrils reacting instantly to the sweet smell of pussy juice. She wrapped her lips around her gloved finger and for the first time tasted her own salty juices. Groaning and moaning with excitement, images of Mr. Allen again flashed through her mind as she continued to suck. After what felt like an eternity, she realised that she'd better be getting on. She readjusted herself and got back onto Freddy who had managed to find a large grazing spot as if automatically waiting it out for her. She rode back to the stable, uncomfortable in her soaked jodhpurs but still excited. As she finished tending Freddy, she looked in her locker for something to change into. She really didn't want to head home with a large damp patch so obvious in her crotch! At the back of her locker, she found an old knee length frilly skirt that she remembered leaving here one time. Ducking into Freddy's pen, she removed her soaked jodhpurs and pulled up the skirt. Realising that she had no clean panties or other shoes to wear, she sniggered as she realised she would have to go home 'commando'. Pulling her boots back on, she pulled Freddy's door shut & bolted it. As she walked home, she looked down at herself. The skirt & boots combo wasn't so bad, a thought that she would have to remember in the future. For the first time ever, she had experienced an orgasm – she thought. Either way, it made her feel good. It made her feel like a real woman and she smiled. The next morning, Jessica woke and threw on her robe. She wandered into the kitchen bleary eyed. To her amazement, Mr. Allen was sat at the dining table with her dad. 'Morning Sweetie.' He said. 'Hi Dad. Hello Mr. Allen.' She replied. 'Morning Jess.' Mr. Allen said, smiling. 'Mr. Allen is going to help me rebuild the shed.' Her dad said. 'Finally! It's about time dad, that thing has been on the verge of collapse for ages now!' Jessica joked, and made herself some breakfast. Jessica had been to the town, and when she came back Mr. Allen & her dad had made some real progress with the shed. 'wow, looking good!' she said smiling at Mr. Allen, walking into the garden. 'Me or the shed?' he jokingly replied, smiling back at her making her blush. At that moment, her dad came out of the house with another bag of nails. 'I managed to find some. Oh, hi sweetie. Any luck shopping?' he said as he noticed his daughter. 'Hi dad. No, not really. Ooh, wait. I managed to bag a bargain with these!' she replied, pulling a pair of knee high lace up boots with a 3 inch heel out of a bag. 'I got them for riding. Something different' she continued. 'wow, they're nice Jess.' Mr Allan said, smiling – again making her blush a deep shade of red. 'Oh stop it Martin, you're embarrassing the poor girl.' Bill replied. 'It's so hot, would you like some drinks?' Jess asked. 'Yes that'll be great. I'll have a beer thank you sweetie. Martin?' Bill said. 'Mmmm, a beer sounds good. Thanks Jess.' Mr. Allen replied. Jess returned to the garden with a couple of beers, wearing her new boots. Mr. Allen caught sight of her approaching and threw a wolf whistle. 'Stop it, I'm just trying to break them in!' she yelled jokingly, dropping the beers off before returning inside. Mr. Allen sat next to her dad sipping a nice cool beer on a hot summers day. Just what was needed. 'Martin, I have a problem.' Bill said. 'What's up Bill?' Martin replied. 'My company want to send me on a 6 month secondment to our office over in Tokyo.' He continued. 'Woah, that could be a great opportunity though Bill?' Martin replied. 'Yeah I know, but I haven't told Jess yet. I don't think she'd be too happy up & leaving for six months, just having started college.' Bill said. 'It's a tough one my friend. Is there any way you can get out of it?' Martin said. 'No, I don't think so. They already tried sending me to Europe but I managed to get out of that one. I think this one is a given...' he said. 'I'll have to find somewhere for her to stay while I'm away. That'll be the easiest option, rather than uprooting her & disturbing her studies.' 'Well, there's always my place mate. If it's only going to be for 6 months or so, you'll want me to keep an eye on your place, it makes sense for her to stay local.' Martin replied. 'Oh, that'd be fantastic. Thank you. I'll speak to Jess and ask her.' Bill replied. That night over dinner, Bill told Jess about the situation. 'But Dad, 6 months? I don't want to leave, I've just started college!' she cried. 'Hey baby, calm down. I've been speaking to Mr. Allen and if you would rather stay he has said you are more than welcome to stay at his place. It's just next door so you'll have access to home and it's not as though you have to move a million miles away. I know you are grown up now, but I'm still not comfortable leaving my 17 year old daughter home alone for 6 months.' He said. 'Mr. Allen? Really?' she replied, her tummy starting to knot up. 'I thought it would be the least disruptive for you sweetie?' he continued. 'Oh daddy, are you sure you don't mind?' she said. 'Of course sweetie' he replied, wrapping his arms around her holding her tight. Already her mind was wandering... Jessica was stood at the airport with her dad, waiting for his flight to be called. 'Are you sure, you'll be ok sweetie? You have my number? you have the card for the account we set up? You have everything you need?' he said nervously. 'Yes, yes dad, I'm fine. I'll be ok – honest!' she replied. 'Now you be good, and don't forget what Mr. Allen is doing for you. Make sure you are respectful & appreciative towards him. You owe him a lot for helping you out like this.' He continued. 'I know dad, I know. Are you totally sure you are ok with me staying?' she asked. 'Oh yes, I know you'll be looked after. And you have your studies to think about. It's only six months after all!' he replied. At that moment, the boarding call for his flight came over the PA system. 'That's me I guess.' He said, stepping back to look at his smiling daughter. It hit him then that she was no longer a little girl, rather than a beautiful young woman. Wearing a flowing dress and standing tall in a pair of tan knee high boots with a stacked chunky heel, he realised how much she looked like her mother. 'You know your mum would be proud.' He said. 'Oh dad.' She replied, wrapping her arms around him tightly. 'Call me when you land.' She said, tearfully watching as he walked through immigration towards the gate. Jessica arrived back home to an empty house. She decided to start sorting her clothes out, ready to take to Mr. Allen's next door. She started piling up stacks of clothes, dresses, jumpers in neat little piles when she heard a knock at the door. 'Hi Mr. Allen. I'm just sorting some of my stuff out, but I don't know how much to bring. I mean, it's only next door right?' she said. 'Oh yeah, it's up to you. If you want to leave some stuff and then pop back it's up to you. I have plenty of space but I need to sort out a stack of my wife's old clothes and shoes before you can store your stuff. I never quite got around to sorting it out after she passed away.' He replied. 'Aww, I can help you if you like?' Jessica replied. 'Would you? That's so sweet of you. I've made up a bed for you so at least that's all ready.' He said. 'Ok that's cool. Well, let me just throw a few days worth in my bag & we can head over now if you like?' she asked. She grabbed a few items of clothing and threw them in a case. Next, she opened her wardrobe and pulled out a few pairs of shoes and boots. 'Phew, a few days worth?' he joked. 'Well, a girls got to be prepared.' She replied smiling. He saw that she had over a dozen different pairs of boots in her wardrobe ranging from her leather riding boots to the cute black leather cowboy boots he'd seen her in a few days earlier. 'So you like your boots then do you?' he asked. 'Oh yes, I love them.' She replied 'they're so comfortable to wear. I'd wear them all day if I could get away with it!' she joked, feeling a sense of warmth in her tummy. 'I'm pretty sure there are some pairs amongst my wife's old things if you want to help yourself to any of them. I'd rather them go to someone who will appreciate them rather than just taking them to the charity shop.' He said. 'Oh yeah, that would be great!' she said smiling. 'There, I'm all done.' She finished. 'Let's go then.' He said. As they entered the door, Jessica felt strangely warm and tingly. Although she'd known Mr. Allen since she was about 12, she'd never really gone into his house. They climbed the stairs, with Mr. Allen pointing out where the various amenities were. 'This is your room.' He said, pointing to a doorway. As they stepped in, Jessica put her bag down on the huge four poster bed. She's never seen a bed quite so big. 'This is for me?' she asked as she looked around the room trying to take it all in. There were mirrored wardrobe's and a dresser on the far wall with an opening on the far side, leading to an en-suite walk in wet room. 'Oh yes, I'm sorry that it's not quite ready for you just yet. As I said, I never got around to sorting the wardrobes & drawers out.' He replied. 'Oh Mr. Allen, don't. It's lovely!' she replied, still dumbstruck in amazement at the size & comfort of the room. 'Well, I'll leave you to make yourself at home. My room is just down the hall next door. There is an attic, but it's full of all sorts of old junk. I'll ask you not to go up there please, I need to finish repairing the floor as some of the boards are cracked and rotten.' He said. 'Oh that's great. Thank you so much. Also, I'd like to thank you for having me stay over while my dads away. If it wasn't for you, god knows where I'd have ended up.' She said as she stepped towards him and gave him a hug. As she wrapped her arms around him, she felt his muscles in his back and shoulders ripple. She breathed in his musky scent and immediately felt that tingle in her tummy. He responded by holding her in his arms, holding her close to him. Her young innocent scent filling his nostrils with excitement. After what seemed like an eternity, he broke the embrace. 'I'll leave you to make yourself comfortable. Would you like some tea?' he asked. 'Yes please, that would be great.' She replied smiling. After nosing around her bedroom and putting her clothes in the one spare drawer in her room, Jessica made her way downstairs to find Mr. Allen in the living room. 'Tea's up.' He said. 'thanks.' She replied, taking a set on the sofa. 'so, is there anything else you need up there? I've not had a house guest for quite some time. You'll have to forgive me if I've forgotten anything!' he joked. 'No, I'm sure I'll be fine. I'll bring most of my stuff over from next door to start off with. I could do with some more space in the drawers & wardrobe though but there's no rush.' She replied. 'Oh that's right, we need to sort that out don't we. We'll have out tea and then go clear you some space. It's long overdue anyway.' He replied. After tea, they made their way up to her room. As she stood in the middle of the room, she wondered where to start. 'Forgive me Mr. Allen, but what would you like me to do with the stuff?' she asked. 'Well, it's no good to me!' he joked. 'Let's have a sort through and we can make different piles for throwing out & one for charity.' 'Ok, that sounds good.' She replied. As they opened the first wardrobe, Jessica was amazed to see that it was huge – almost walk in. She switched on the light to see rows and rows of dresses hanging up. Along the bottom in neat rows, were hundreds of pairs of shoes and boots in all sorts of styles and colours. 'Wow. And I thought I had a lot of clothes!' she said. 'Yeah, I'm afraid Penny was a hoarder. She never threw anything out, just kept on collecting. She had a thing for charity shops and thrifting I guess.' He sighed as he picked up a dress and lovingly brushed his hand against it. 'Ah Mr. Allen, I completely understand! I suppose I'm the same, just not on this scale. Not for the want of trying though! There are some lovely things in here. I'm so jealous!' Jessica replied. 'Well as I said, if there's anything you want help yourself. It's no good to me.' He said smiling. As Jess looked through the items, something caught her eye. She bent down to pick up a pair of knee high 4 inch heeled slouch boots from the rack below. 'I might have known you'd go for the boots!' Mr Allen said. 'They are gorgeous!' she said. 'Try them on then, give them a go.' He replied. As Jessica sat down on the bed, she pulled her own brown boots off and chucked them on the bed. Bending down to pick up on of the black slouch boots, she slowly eased her foot into the toe and pulled it snug around her ankle. Instantly, the shoe wrapped itself snugly around her foot & leg. She reached for the other one and did the same. Admiring the boots, she brushed up from her ankle with her hands, feeling the soft black leather. The Neighbour 'Let's have a look at you then?' Mr. Allen said. Jessica stood proudly on her new heels and did a little pose. 'Well? What do you think?' she asked, smiling. 'They look great! Are they a good fit?' Mr. Allen replied. 'Oh they are so snug. A perfect fit.' She replied. 'Are you sure I can have these?' 'I'll tell you what,' he started 'You go through the wardrobe's and you keep anything you want. It would be good for them to have a new lease of life again.' Jessica darted back to the wardrobe and picked out another pair of boots. This time, she grabbed a pair of white cowboy boots with a small stiletto heel. As she pulled off the black boots, she reached for the white boots and again, lovingly pulled them onto her feet. 'What about these then?' she said as she stood and did a twirl. 'They're lovely, they really suit you. I'll do you a deal.' He said. 'As we are sorting all these out, if you see anything you would like to keep, you try them on and do a little twirl for me. It's good to see these old things bringing pleasure and putting a smile on your face.' 'Really? I can have anything? Oh Mr. Allen, thank you so much!' she said excitedly. They continued sorting through the vast amounts of footwear, with Jessica trying on many different pairs of boots and shoes for the watching Mr. Allen. After only finding 3 pairs of sandals for the charity shop, Jessica stood back and looked around her. Scattered on the floor were well over a hundred pairs of boots. 'Mr. Allen, I'm really not sure I can take all of these from you. There must be thousands of pounds worth of boots here!' Jessica said. 'Oh now Jess, I've told you. I'd rather someone enjoy them rather than them sit here gathering dust.' He replied. 'But are you sure? Let me do something for you for them. How about I do your housework or do your cooking? She said. 'Like my maid?' he joked. 'Yes I suppose so!' she joked back. 'Does that mean I'll have to get you an outfit then?' he said still jokingly. 'If you like...' she replied smiling a shade of red in embarrassment. 'Tell you what. Just wear the boots. Show me you are enjoying them, that'll make me happy.' He said. 'I promise I'll wear a different pair every day! Thank you so much Mr. Allen!' she said smiling. Later that night after dinner, Jessica was stood in the kitchen doing the washing up. She had just finished drying the dishes when Mr. Allen walked in and pulled a bottle of red wine out of the rack. 'That meal was lovely Jess, thank you.' He said as he started uncorking the wine. 'Oh you're welcome Mr. Allen. It was nothing.' She replied. 'Don't be so modest, it was nice to share a meal with someone!' he said, pouring a glass. 'Erm, Mr. Allen. Do you think I would be allowed a small glass of wine?' Jess asked. 'Oh I don't know. What does your dad allow?' he replied. 'I'm allowed a glass on special occasions, and It's only a few months until my eighteenth birthday!' she answered. 'Go on then, as it is your first night here I guess it is a bit special.' He smiled at her. As he poured her a glass, he motioned for her to go to the living room where they both sat on the sofa. As they sat there, Jess crossed her legs and started unknowingly rubbing the soft leather of her boot with one of her hands. The conversation flowed quite freely as Jessica explained her college course would eventually lead to a degree in psychology and that she hoped to be a therapist one day. Mr. Allen listened attentively, but couldn't stop himself from watching her hand, now almost teasingly brushing a pair of his wife's old boots. He admired the way they looked on her, instantly making her look sexy & mature beyond her years. For dinner, she had decided to wear a pair of white knee high tight fitting heeled boots. As she spoke, her hand lingered over the leather gently brushing down the creases and slowly moving down to the four inch heel which she delicately rolled in-between her fingers. She listened as he explained how his business had been floated on the stock market, instantly netting him a modest fortune and how, thanks to his investments and pensions over the years, he had been able to retire at a very early age. Coupled with the loss if his wife in a car accident six years earlier which resulted in quite a substantial insurance pay-out, it had been a difficult and lonely time. Her eyes fell on him as she saw the pain and sorrow in his face. She wanted to cuddle up to him, to reassure him, but felt that might be a little weird. She always saw him as the protector type. She remembered some years ago when she had fallen off her bike and badly cut her knee how he had come to her rescue. He had scooped her up in his strong arms and carried her home, all the while him reassuring her that she was going to be ok. As she sipped her wine, she felt her eyes moving into a dreamy state. He was talking and she was listening with puppy dog eyes. His voice felt so warm and confident, she felt like she could have sat and listened for hours. He watched as she sat, listening, almost in a trance like state. Her hands still teasingly lingering over her boots. Suddenly, he looked at the clock. 'Wow, it's 11pm. I guess we should wrap this up young lady. I don't want your dad busting my balls because I've kept his daughter up so late!' he joked. 'Oh Mr. Allen, you're funny.' She remarked. 'I am pretty whacked though. I'm looking forward to that nice big bed upstairs! I don't think I've ever slept in anything so big before!' 'Well you just make sure you tell me if there's anything else you need. I want you to think of this place as home now ok?' he said. 'Ok.' She replied. As she stood to get up, the wine hit her head and made her stumble slightly. 'You ok there? Do you want some help?' he asked. Inside, her head screamed at her to tell him to scoop her up again in his strong arms. Scoop her up and protect her like he did before. 'Erm, no. I'm fine Mr. Allen.' She replied squeamishly. Then as she felt her cheeks burning with embarrassment, she turned to walk out of the room. Mr. Allen followed her to the doorway, as though checking on her as she strode across the room in her tottering heels. As they reached the doorway, she turned back to face him. 'Night night Mr. Allen. Thank you for a lovely day. You've made me feel so welcome letting me into your home and allowing me to have all of those new clothes and boots.' She said, and with that reached her hand up and softly touched his cheek while planting a soft kiss on the other one. He felt the stirring in his pants as images of her naked young booted body came flashing through his mind. He felt the urge to scoop her up and dash upstairs to the bedroom overtake him. Putting his finger under her chin to raise her face to look him in the eye, he whispered softly 'You're very welcome.' As he kissed her on the forehead. She climbed the stairs, entered her room and sat on the edge of the bed. Her tummy had those strange knotty feelings again as she struggled to deal with the affects of the wine mixed with her new emotions. She decided to have a shower to clear her head. Stripping naked, she bent down to pull off the boots. Lingering slightly longer than she should have done, a naughty thought flashed through her mind. Deciding to leave the boots on, she jumped into the shower and started lathering herself up, imagining Mr. Allen rubbing his strong hands all over her body. She leant forward to hold one of her boots while her other hand teasingly rubbed warm soap and bubbles over her bottom. Her hand slipped in-between her legs and she felt a tingle as the soapy mixture rubbed against her pussy. She stood upright, leaning back against the tiled wall as she felt her fingers slip in-between her pussy lips. Her other hand grabbed her breast and gently started kneading and tweaking her nipple. She felt her finger enter her red hot pussy which now felt like it was on fire. The affect was too much for her as she tip toed on her boots, pushing herself further and further against the wall imagining Mr. Allen holding her tightly. Her pussy erupted in a pulsating explosion and she felt herself spasm against the wall in euphoria. Her legs buckled and her head thrashed back and forth as her orgasm overtook her. After waiting a full ten minutes before she felt able to control her legs again, Jessica gingerly stepped out of the shower. She dried herself off and perched on the end of the bed to remove her boots. Another naughty thought. With so many pairs to choose from, she decided to wear a pair to bed. She delved into the wardrobe once again and picked out a pair of cream slightly over the knee three inch heels. 'These looked like vintage 80's boots.' She thought as she pulled them onto her waiting feet. Stepping into them, she felt and loved the way they instantly wrapped themselves around her slender legs. Pulling back the covers, she slipped in and snuggled herself in. She curled up in a ball like fashion, raising her legs up so that she could stroke the soft leather with her fingers as she drifted off into a contentedness dream like sleep... Chapter 4 Jessica awoke and instantly felt for the warmth of her new boots. Her hands lingered on the soft leather as she teased and stroked herself, feeling her leg through the warm leather. After a few minutes, she decided to get up. Throwing on a little skirt and tight vest t-shirt coupled with a pair of pink leather cowboy boots, she trotted off downstairs to get some breakfast. When she reached the kitchen, she saw a note from Mr. Allen on the side. #Morning Jessica, I've had to head into the city to sort some things out. Make yourself at home. If you want to bag up any of the clothes or shoes you don't want, we can drop them round to the charity shop this afternoon. Hopefully I should be back around 3pm. Martin# Jessica made herself some coffee then headed back up to her room. She decided to trawl through the rest of the clothes as Mr. Allen had suggested. She opened some of the drawers to find lots of old sweaters and leggings. The next drawer contained various sets of lingerie that were very 'normal' and 'plain'. Tucked away at the front of this drawer was a small bunch of keys. Thinking nothing of it, she moved onto the next drawer which contained various t-shirts and tops. As she flicked the light on in the wardrobe, she stepped in to browse the racks of clothes that hung there. She picked out a few items that didn't think suited her, matching some items that she thought were cute, along with some other items that she thought she would try on before she decided. As she reached the end of one side, she looked up to a shelf and noticed a number of small chests sat there. Reaching up, she lifted one chest off the shelf and took it back to her bed. Examining the chest, she found it was locked. Fumbling with it, there was no way to open it without the key. Then she remembered the drawer. Dashing over to it, she opened the drawer and picked up the small bunch of keys and heading back to her bed. As she put the key in the lock and turned, it clicked open. Lifting the lid off the chest, Jessica found a number of velvet bags all with draw string. As she picked one up, she felt a metal clunk as the bag hit the side of the chest. Opening the bag up, she reached in and took hold of what felt like a strip of material. Lifting it out of the bag, she was amazed to see it was a thick leather collar with metal rings on the front and the sides. The back of the collar had three buckle straps for securing. Moving onto the next bag, she found this once contained a metal ringed lead with a leather hoop at the end for holding. The last bag was slightly heavier, and as she lifted out the contents she found it was a black leather head strap with a big red ball gag attached. In the bottom of the chest, was a pair of elbow length black leather gloves which she picked up and softly run her fingers over. Deciding it was too much to resist, she pulled on the gloves lovingly. As they wrapped themselves her arms, she scrunched her fists to make the leather tighten over her knuckles. She raised one gloved finger and softly brushed it over her mouth, letting the end slip between her lips. Tasting the leather for the first time, her tongue lapped at the black leather as the smell of mustiness filled her nostrils with excitement. Looking further into the chest, she pulled out an envelope. Opening the envelope, she saw some photographs and a DVD. As she held the photo's on her gloved fingers, she looked upon a figure in scantily clad black lingerie with thigh high stiletto boots, a long black leather coat with gloves, the collar and lead and a leather hood. The figure was on all fours and she could see that the lead was being held by someone – presumably the person taking the photographs. As she flicked through the photo's, the figure posed in various angles – all revealing a little more flesh with each shot. The last photo, was a close up of the figure's leather covered face with what looked like a white sticky substance drizzled all over it. Still wearing the gloves, Jessica walked back into the wardrobe and reached for the next chest. Lifting it down and taking it back to her bed, she unlocked it and opened it to find a bag of various lingerie. Leather, rubber, PVC, all of different styles, bra's, suspender belts, full Basque's. The next bag contained various packets of new & unopened pairs of stockings, again, with varying colours and types. The last bag contained the leather hood. She held it in her hands, softly caressing the leather and then closely looking at the photo again. 'Yes, it was the same one' she thought. As she lifted down the last chest, she unlocked it to find the thigh boots from the photo. She caressed the leather with her gloved fingers, gently prodding on the stiletto heel tip. They must have been at least 6 inches high. Looking at the clock, it was only midday. A wicked naughty thought crossed her mind. She still had plenty of time... Jessica was trembling as she removed her clothing and boots. She picked up a pair of black seamed stockings and carefully pushed her foot in and rolled them up her legs. She stood with her back to the mirror and turned so that she could adjust her seams to make them straight. Next she picked up a suspender belt and put it around her waist, clipping it together and attaching the suspender clips to the stockings. Another quick twirl to check the seams are straight before she reached out and picked up on of the thigh boots. Perched on the edge of her bed, she pushed one foot towards the snug of the boot and pulled it up around her lower leg. Pushing further, she felt her toes & sole 'click' into place. Pulling up on the zip, she gasped as the leather wrapped itself around her leg and thigh. She smoothed out the creases before stretching her leg out to admire the glistening leather. She reached for the other one and again, repeated the process. Now with both boots on, she looked down at herself. She had never worn heels this high and wondered how she was going to be able to walk in them. She stood and tried to gain her balance. Gingerly taking a step forward, she felt herself shuffle as she tried to maintain her posture. After a few minutes walking around the room and posing to herself in the mirror, she had gotten used to the new height. Next she looked through the velvet bags for a suitable top. Finding a leather bra, which admittedly was a little big, she hooked it around her chest and pushed her arms through the strap. Adjusting the straps to compensate for her slightly smaller frame pulled the bra taught around her. She stood, modelling herself in the mirror. Then something caught her eye. She turned and walked back to the bed and picked up the collar. She carefully placed it around her neck and did up the straps before sliding it around the back into the correct position. Next she picked up the gloves and pulled them around her hands and up to her elbows. Once they were on, she couldn't resist how the leather felt on her nylon covered skin, running up her suspender straps and across her tummy. She'd only ever felt this turned on before whilst in the middle of her two orgasms! She darted across the room to her case, looking for her little 'toy' that she had secretly purchased one time. Damn, she'd forgotten it. It must still be in her room next door. Her mind raced in a frenzy, thinking how she could retrieve it. She walked into the closet and picked out a floor length skirt and a large top. Pulling these on, she looked in the mirror and admired her handywork. To the oblivious passer-by, it just looked like she had boots under a long skirt, and a top that had a high collar line buttoned up to cover her collar. She walked out of her room and down the stairs, carefully holding onto the banister for fear of tumbling in her new heels. As she stepped out of the front door, she quickly looked up and down the street for anyone. Then, carefully she headed down the path and through the gate to her house. She reached the back door and turned the key. She then walked through the house to her room and instantly reached for her dresser drawer. Right at the back, tucked out of sight was the small vibrator that her best friend had dared her to buy a few months back. Until now, she had never dared attempt to use it. Slipping the item into a little purse, she dashed back out of the house and across to Mr. Allen's. When she finally reached her bedroom, she was sweating with fear & excitement. She pulled her laptop out of her bag and switched it on. Stripping off her skirt and top, she reached into the velvet bag and found the leash which she attached to the large metal ring at the front of her collar. Next she picked up the hood and walked over to the mirror. As she placed it over her head, she could smell a faint scent of perfume. Adjusting the laces at the back of the hood, she pulled it taught across her face. She undid the mouth zip so that she could have the mask sit over her lips. Standing in front of the mirror, she admired herself. Never had she imagined she would get so turned on by the thought of wearing leather and restraints. As her leather gloved fingers touched her body, tiny electric shocks seemed to shoot through her body. She looked down to the boots, admiring the way they clung to her legs adoringly. Even the slightest touch of them as she traced a line up to her suspender straps made her tremble with excitement. She walked over and laid on the bed, pulling her laptop to her side. Her fingers were shaking as she inserted the DVD and clicked play. On the screen, she saw a blackened room with a spotlight fixed in the centre. Then slowly, a leather covered figure she recognised from the photographs crawled into the light. She watched as the figure stayed on all fours, head bowed and collar being held tightly. As she watched, she automatically reached for her little vibrator. The figure seemed to be waiting for permission as she sat there. All of a sudden, a voice boomed out. 'Slave. Perform for your master.' She recognised that voice! It was Mr. Allen! She felt her thighs clamp as the voice boomed out and a sense of fear coupled with excitement gripped her. The figure on the screen turned to face the camera and knelt up. Slowly, she unbuttoned her leather coat to reveal a sexy underwear set that was identical to the set Jessica was now wearing. Jessica's gloved fingers continued to caress her skin & breasts as she watched intently. The figure then stuck 3 leather gloved fingers in her mouth and started to suck. Jessica did the same automatically. The figure then moved her now moist fingers to her pussy and started rubbing slowly. Again, Jessica copied. Almost in unison, the two ladies were playing with themselves at the command of the leash holding Mr. Allen. The Neighbour Without even registering, Jessica slowed her impulse to match the hooded figure on the screen. Her fingers teased and probed her now sopping pussy as her heels rotated with pleasure. She watched as the figure displayed herself at the command of her master. Her leash was yanked forward and the woman fell onto all fours. Jessica copied and moved onto all fours on the super king size bed. She could now see her arse in the mirrored wardrobe as her suspenders pulled her stockings taught inside her boots. She reached around and gently rubbed her bottom. On the screen, Mr. Allen had produced a thick dildo and was gently slapping the figure's bottom with it. Jessica decided to copy. As her tiny vibrator slapped against her bottom, she imagined Mr. Allen's strong hands there guiding towards her. The figure reached between her legs and started rubbing her pussy while her bottom was spanked. Jessica imitated. As the gloves teased her wet lips, she could hear Mr. Allen telling the hooded figure to come for him. 'Come for your master you dirty little girl. Show me how much you want it. Give it to me.' She heard as she watched the figure reaching her orgasm. As Jessica rubbed herself harder, faster, she couldn't help but squeal. 'Oh Mr. Allen, please. Use me. Allow me to come for you. My master. Oh my new Master...' she screamed as her orgasm hit her. Her body convulsed on the bed as her legs shot out in spasm. Her pussy clamped itself as it tingled through her entire body. She reached down and stroked the leather of her thigh boots as the shock and excitement of her orgasm ripped through her while still calling his name. 'Oh Mr. Allen. I did it for you. I did it for you Master. Your naughty little girl did it for you...' she sighed. Just then she heard a slight cough. As she shot up, she looked up to the doorway only to see Mr. Allen stood there grinning. 'Well, well, well...' he said. Smiling. Jessica laid on the bed, frozen in fear and panic. Her cum soaked leather fingers still resting on her burning pussy as Mr. Allen stood, commanding, next to her. 'Now, Jessica. I think you have some explaining to do.' He said gruffly. 'Mr. Allen, sir, I'm – I'm sorry. I found these things in the wardrobe. I'm so sorry.' Jessica babbled in a nervous response. 'I see. So you just decided to dress up and wantonly play with yourself, did you?' he barked. 'Oh Mr. Allen. I'm so ashamed. I am so sorry.' She replied, sniffling. 'It's too late for sorry young lady' Mr. Allen said and grabbed hold of Jessica's leash. She spun and rested on all fours on the bed, her face looking up at him as he towered over her. 'So, you want to be my naughty little girl did I hear? Mr. Allen said softly. 'Erm...' Jess mumbled. 'Speak up girl, I can't hear you!' Mr. Allen bellowed. 'Err, yes Mr. Allen. Yes, I said that, but...' she replied. 'I thought as much.' He interrupted. 'Well this is a unique situation. I believe you deserve a little retribution for overstepping your boundaries young lady – wouldn't you agree?' 'Erm, yes. Yes Mr. Allen. I'm so sorry, I'll never do it again. Jess replied, now getting excited at Mr. Allen's display of fatherly authority. 'Well, we will leave that to another discussion, but for now I want you to remove the gloves. Hand them to me.' He said. She peeled off the elbow length gloves and handed them to Mr. Allen, who himself pulled them on. 'Now, you will keep the hood on for this little exercise. You will remain still. Do you understand?' he ordered. 'Yes Mr. Allen.' Jess replied. 'And for this little session, you will refer to me as Sir.' He continued. 'Yes, Sir.' She obeyed. Mr. Allen stood and walked around to the other side of the bed, all the while keeping a tight hold on her leash. As she balanced on all fours she looked at her reflection in the floor length mirror facing her. God she was turned on. Even though she had just experienced the most explosive orgasm ever, she could feel her pussy was dripping wet still and her tummy was doing cartwheels inside. 'Now little girl, explain to me how you came to be in this mess. And I want detail, from the very beginning.' Mr. Allen ordered. 'Yes Sir. I was just looking through the wardrobe like you said I could, to sort out the clothes.' She replied. 'And?' he said softly, as his gloved hand reached out and stroked along the back of her neck towards her spine. Tingling sharply, she reacted. 'And, well, I found a couple of chests on the shelf.' She replied. 'And these chests, they were locked?' he asked. 'Yes Sir.' Jess answered. 'They were.' 'So you just decided to open them did you?' he continued. 'Erm, yes Sir. I did.' She replied. As she answered, she felt his soft leather hand trace down her back causing her to arch sharply as the cold leather reacted to her warm skin. 'I see. So rather than wait to ask permission, you blatantly opened a locked item of mine did you?' he said. 'Yes Sir, I did. I'm sorry.' Jess answered. 'We'll see how sorry you are. Please continue.' Mr. Allen said. 'Yes Sir. Well, I opened the chests and found the items and thought I would try them on. Like you said I could.' She said. 'You are right. I did say that. But I'm sure I never gave permission for you to dress up like a little slut and play with yourself in such a frivolous manner did I?' Mr. Allen said. 'No Sir. You didn't.' Jess replied, her back now trembling as his cold leather glove pressed gently along her spine. 'And yet you did anyway. You dressed like a little slut. In my house. On my bed. In my possessions. What does that make you little girl?' he asked. 'Erm, naughty Sir?' Jess answered. 'Naughty little girl. That's one way of putting it. And what happens to naughty little girls when they get caught?' he asked. 'They get punished Sir.' She answered, her pussy now dripping at the thought of Mr. Allen holding her in this position, making her say these words. 'That's correct. They get punished. Tell me, how does it feel to wear such slutty clothes and attire little girl? He continued. 'It's nice Sir.' She answered. 'Nice? Nice is a pretty new dress. Or a new pair of shoes! Tell me how you feel when you are dressed like this.' He ordered. 'I get excited Sir. I get a strange feeling in my tummy, and my legs get all tingly.' She replied nervously. 'I see.' He replied, letting his hand move down towards her back side. She felt the cold leather on her arse and jumped in excitement. 'And you like the feeling of leather on your skin I see?' he asked. 'Yesss Sir. Yesss, I do.' She hissed in reply, struggling to string her words together. 'I can see that.' Mr Allen said, smiling. 'Is that why you like wearing boots a lot? Because of the feel of them?' 'Yes sir. I get a funny feeling when I wear boots, they make me go all tingly. They have ever since I was little.' Jess answered, who now found herself gently rocking herself back and forth against his glove as he smoothed it across her arse. 'I have noticed. You are always in boots. And that's how it shall remain for the duration of your stay with me. You may have 1 pair of boots. As for the others, you will have to 'earn' the right to wear them. Is that an acceptable punishment little girl?' he said. 'Yesss Sir. Thank you Sir.' Jess replied, excitedly. Mr. Allen reached down and picked up the other pair of boots Jess had left laying on her bedroom floor. They were a pair of knee high black leather heeled boots. He placed them on the bed in front of her head. 'Show me how much you like your boots. Pick them up and kiss them.' he ordered. Jess picked up the boot and raised it to her lips. The aroma of the leather filled her nostrils and sent another tingle down her spine. She traced her lip gently along the toe of the boot and as she reached the toe, she gently slipped it in her mouth and sucked on it softly. She glanced up to look at herself in the mirror and immediately felt her pussy swell. 'Now the heel' he ordered, yanking slightly on her leash. She lifted the boot up and let the heel slip in-between her lips. as she sucked on it, she could feel Mr. Allen's gloved fingers move down the back of her arse towards her exposed pussy – remembering that all along she hadn't been wearing any panties. As his fingers brushed over her wet lips, she flinched. He lightly teased her as his fingers glided over her pussy, and onto her mound causing her to heave and breath deeply. 'How does that feel little girl?' Mr. Allen asked. 'Shall I stop?' 'Mmm, that's nice Sir. No, please. Please don't stop.' She sighed softly. His fingers continued to explore as she pushed herself against him, opening her eyes to watch in the mirror as her leather covered face glared back at the reflection of him holding her leash as his fingers teased her. She had never felt another person in her private parts before, but she was high on the smell of the leather inhaled through her hood and the feeling of cold leather on her pussy. Mr. Allen continued to probe, almost reaching her clit with a gloved finger. He allowed it to press for a moment, making her squeal with excitement before releasing. 'Oh Sir. That's good. Please Sir.' Jess sighed. 'Please Sir what?' Mr. Allen replied. 'Please Sir, do that again. Do that more. It feels so nice.' She gasped. 'What this?' he replied, as he pressed again on her clit. Her whole body shook with a violent shudder as her clitoris was stimulated for the first time. Her head wrenched back and her body shivered as tingles shot through her spine. 'Yesss Sir, that's it.' She gasped. 'So you wouldn't like it if I stopped?' Mr Allen asked, whilst slowly releasing the pressure. 'No Sir! Please don't stop! Please, I'll do anything. Just please don't stop.' She cried. 'Tell me little girl. What will you do for me. What will be my reward for giving you this pleasure?' he asked teasingly. 'Anything Sir! I'll do anything you say! I need you to teach me Sir. I need to be your little girl, your pet, your little slave, just please Sir – don't stop!' she begged. He applied the pressure and pressed her clit a circling motion with his fingers. Instantly, she convulsed against him and ground herself against his hand. As he yanked back on her leash, she felt the floods building up inside her. 'Will you be my little leather pet? You will do as I command? You will give yourself willingly to my teachings? Or it will all stop now.' He asked, yanking back on her leash. 'Yes Sir, I am yours. I belong to you Mr. Allen. You own me now, you are my Master...' she screamed as her orgasm hit her. She slumped forward in a heap on the bed. Sweating and panting. Mr. Allen jumped up and laid on the bed, motioning her in the mirror to cuddle up to him. As she turned and crawled towards him, she could see him smile. She snuggled into him as he put his arm around her holding her tight and she felt herself relax against him. 'Good girl. That was so sexy.' He said as he stroked her hair from under her hood. She smiled and snuggled into him, excited at the prospect of what awaited her... 'I'll leave you to get straightened up. Shall I put the kettle on?' Mr. Allen asked as he continued to stroke Jessica's hair, who was resting her weary body snuggled up to him. 'Mmm, yes Sir. That would be lovely.' She replied. He got up to leave before turning to face her as she removed her hood. He put each hand on the cheeks of her face, gently lifted her up towards him and kissed her softly on the lips. 'See you in a minute.' He said before turning and walking out of the room smiling. Jess laid there for a moment, not sure exactly how she was feeling. The last hour, her body had felt a range of feelings, emotions and sensations. She lifted herself off the bed and started to remove her boots. As her hands ran over the soft smooth leather, she felt her tummy tingle again. Slowly removing the lingerie, she stood naked and looked at herself in the mirror. She opened the closet and picked out a knee length gypsy style cream frilly skirt and a tight little t-shirt. Finishing the outfit, she chose her black cowboy boots. As she stepped out of her room, she turned onto the landing and crept downstairs – still light on her feet. Jessica walked into the kitchen to see Mr. Allen sat at the kitchen table with two cups of tea. She walked in slowly and gingerly, sitting down beside him. 'I think we need to talk Jess.' Mr. Allen said, looking across at her. 'Yes, Sir.' She replied, her head bowed. 'Now, I want to make one thing crystal clear. You do not have to do anything you don't want to do. I don't believe in forced play or assault. I also don't want you thinking that this is some sort of game. Do you understand these terms?' he said. 'Yes sir. I understand.' She replied. 'Before we continue, I want you to tell me what you want. How you are feeling right now. This is a special situation, one that must be based on trust & honesty.' He said. 'Lets go into the lounge.' 'Yes Sir. I agree. Thank you sir.' She replied. Jess sat on the couch next to Mr. Allen. 'Jessica. I want you to tell me what you are feeling. Especially, about what just happened.' He started. 'I'm not sure how to start Sir. I got excited when I found the chests. And when I opened them up and found what was inside, I had a compelling desire to dress up.' She said. 'So what was it. The lingerie? The leash? Or the leather?' he asked. 'I suppose it was all of it. I loved the lingerie, but when I found the restraints & the boots I got a strange feeling in my tummy.' She answered. 'And what about the boots? Was it just that pair or do you like other boots?' he asked. 'No Sir, it is all boots. Those boots were the most special pair I have ever worn, but I can't not wear boots. I don't feel complete unless I'm wearing boots of some sort.' She replied. 'And when I walked in and watched you, you started calling my name. Can you explain your feelings about that?' he asked. 'I felt the need for you to own me. To protect me like you have all these years and that made me feel special.' She answered. 'Special. I like that. You are special Jess. Shall I tell you what I like?' he asked. 'Yes please Sir.' She answered. 'I like to feel in control. To have a beautiful woman dressed in sexy clothing, and especially wearing boots makes me happy. I like to give a woman pleasure through controlled restraint & excitement. I have certain things that I like a woman to do for me, certain ways of dressing and acting but ultimately, it is very important that we both trust each other & both leave each other completely satisfied.' He said. 'Oh Sir, that sounds wonderful. But, I'm not very experienced sexually. I've only ever kissed one guy & up until a few days ago, I hadn't even had an orgasm.' She said. 'Well, if you would like, we can change that. But, as I said, I am not forcing you. It has to be a mutual thing.' He replied. 'Yes Sir, I would like that.' She said, smiling. 'And one more thing. I do not want anybody knowing about this. Especially your dad. He and I have been friends for a long time & I'm not sure how he would feel about this. We need to be careful & cautious.' He said. 'Yes Sir, I think that would be the best for both of us.' She said, leaning into him as he opened his arms up for her to snuggle into. They spent the rest of the day pottering around the house together. Snuggling up watching TV, having lunch in the kitchen, then snuggling up again for more TV. Always cuddling. And always with Jessica resting her boots draped over Mr. Allen. As evening approached, Mr. Allen looked at his watch. 'Shall we go out for dinner?' he asked. 'Yes, that would be nice. Where are you thinking of? She replied. 'Oh I don't mind. You pick. Why don't you go and get changed while you think about it.' He said. 'Yes sir.' She replied smiling, and leaned in to kiss him gently on the cheek. 'Take your time.' He replied, smiling back at her. Jessica came back into the living room & Mr. Allen gasped when he saw what she was wearing. She stood tall in a pair of cream knee high boots with a 3 inch stacked heel coupled with a pair of tight shiny leggings that looked almost rubbery. She wore a flowery loose blouse & on top of this sat proudly across her shoulders, she wore a leather jacket. Completing her outfit, she held a pair of wrist length black leather gloves. He could see that she had also painted her nails a shade of crimson red and had put some extra effort into her make up – noticing her dark red eye shadow which matched the colour of her now painted lips. 'Amazing!' he said, almost drooling at the sight of her stood before him. 'Thank you sir. I hope you like it. I saw a picture of your wife with this style of make up and thought I would attempt to re-create her image for you.' She replied, smiling shyly. 'Jess, you don't have to, but I appreciate the sentiment.' He answered, wrapping his arms around her & holding her tightly. 'Shall we?' he asked as he gestured towards the door. As they drove along, she looked across at him and smiled. Although Mr. Allen was almost 45 years old, he could easily have passed for 25 or 30. He took care of himself. She had never felt like this before about anyone. She admired the way he appeared so strong & so in control. She felt protected. As they ate, he reached across and took hold of her hand. They chatted about their past, their future & what they both wanted to achieve. She had recently started college to earn her A-Levels in Psychiatry and hoped that would some day lead to her earning a degree and then becoming a qualified psychiatrist. He told her that she certainly had the intellect to follow through and should chase her dreams. As Mr. Allen asked for the bill, she thanked him for a lovely night. 'Unless you want it to be, it's not quite over yet.' He replied, smiling. Holding his hand tightly, she went a shade of red and smiled back at him. As they left the restaurant and walked along the street holding hands, he felt her clench her leather gloved hand into his. 'What is it Jess?' he asked. 'you see that girl walking towards us? She is in my class at college. You could say she's the class bitch. Always mouthing off about everyone and thinking she's above everyone else.' Jessica replied. As they walked closer, Jessica tried to look down, avoiding eye contact. 'Jessica? My, it is you. I thought it was.' She heard. 'Err, oh, Hi Linda. Sorry, I didn't see you.' Jessica replied. 'Out late aren't you? And who's this then?' she smirked, looking at Mr. Allen. 'Hi, I'm Martin.' Mr. Allen said, extending his hand. 'Hello Martin.' Linda replied, reaching to shake his hand and not failing to notice his strong rippling muscles. 'Well, fancy seeing you two here. Jessica, you are a dark horse aren't you eh?' Jessica was getting more and more embarrassed as she could see Linda's snide comment was just the beginning. She knew this would just be the start of the tormenting and bullying. 'So Linda, you're at college with Jess then?' Mr. Allen said. 'Yeah. Well, for now anyway. My mum & dad made me. I can't be bothered with it all really.' Linda replied. 'Oh, I see.' Mr. Allen replied. Looking Jessica up and down, Linda broke into a smirk. 'Nice boot's Jess. I wouldn't have thought you could have pulled that look off, but I have to say it's not bad on you.' Martin could see that Jess was becoming more and more agitated by Linda's sneering. 'Yes, they were a present from me.' Mr. Allen replied. 'You see, it's our one month anniversary & I thought I would treat her to something special. And, I'm sure she doesn't want to brag, but we're heading off to Milan next weekend for a little break. Just to get away from it all. You know how it is...' he continued, smirking at Linda who by now looked crestfallen and jealous with rage.