MY NEXT DOOR NEIGHBOUR’S PANTIES
I’ll never forget the elation I felt, when before I’d yet reached my twenty-fifth birthday, I managed to climb aboard the ‘property ladder’ and make my first purchase within it. I’d worked so hard for this, and it wasn’t a leasehold flat, but a full freehold house. Yes, admittedly it was a small two-bedroomed terrace affair, but it was more than enough for the single me, and it was ALL mine, allowing for the fact that I’d have to repay the mortgage I’d been forced to borrow in order to buy it, of course. But I could comfortably afford those repayments.
So, in some ways my life was coming along very nicely, thank you very much. I’d worked damn hard at both school and university, obtaining for myself employment with very good future prospects, ones that I more than made the requisite effort to realise.
But then, as if to introduce a sense of ‘balance’ here, as if to add some ‘yin’ to counter the ‘yan,’ not every aspect of my life was so idyllic. Especially my love life, you’ll notice that all the above description of just what was going so well for me makes no mention of any Lady partner at all. Because there wasn’t one. And no immediate prospect of finding one.
For, you see, although when it came to my job, and work in general, my self-confidence was sky-high, those accomplished levels of such completely dis-appeared when it came to the small matter of the opposite sex. In fact, I was still, very much, a virgin, having not yet tasted the full ‘pleasures of the flesh.’ I’d been one of those ‘nerdy kids’ at school and carried on through my higher education days in the same manner, concentrating far more upon my studies, and so I became one of the few students who didn’t end up in bed with anyone throughout those years. But never mind, I told myself, sooner or later, a girl who now wished to settle down would realise that she required a man who could offer her some security in life. Owning my own home, wouldn’t I then be an ideal candidate? At least that’s what I managed to fool myself into believing.
In the meantime, there was the internet and the huge number of porn sites available, some of them dodgy admittedly, but most quite safe, from that point of view. Obviously, I knew my way around a computer and soon began to differentiate the ‘wheat from the chaff’ as it were, and my viewing began to establish some of my own sexual preferences.
Like I clearly had developed an appetite for what is known as ‘Femdom,’ short for female domination, where, in the bedroom at least, the woman is very much the one in charge. And another taste I acquired from these days, an appreciation of lingerie, beautiful items of female underwear, such as skimpy panties, lovely shapely bras, if not strictly necessary when a Lady was adorned in a sexy basque instead, and of course, stockings and suspenders.
I had just moved in and was possibly still in the process of settling down at home, when a large ‘for sale’ sign emerged in the small front garden of the house next door, it was nothing to do with me, honest! No, the young couple who lived there had received two very welcome pieces of news, almost simultaneously. Firstly, he had received a major promotion and salary increase at work, just as well, as at sometime within the next nine months, two would become three! They had decided that they therefore needed a slightly bigger house.
Incidentally my own property didn’t feature any front garden at all, one of the previous owners had tarmacked it over, creating an ‘off road’ space in which I could park my car. Didn’t half make a difference to my motor insurance premiums, much appreciated at such a young age!
In a very short space of time, a matter of only a few weeks, that ‘for sale’ sign became replaced by one simply stating ‘sold’ on it. Not long afterwards the couple, destined to become a family left and the new owner moved in. Just who was my new next-door neighbour or maybe neighbours?
A single Lady who was quite older than me, having just turned forty years of age. And just recently divorced as I soon leant, her share of the proceeds from the sale of her, considerably larger martial home, enabling her to purchase this much smaller dwelling outright, without the need to take on any debt in the form of a mortgage. So, what was she like?
Very friendly, I soon pleasantly discovered, any bitterness caused by her divorce was fully controlled within herself. And her relationship with her previous husband was childless, enabling them to make a total and clean break from each other. She was bright and bubbly, a real joy to talk to, and we soon struck up a rapport between us. Oh, I see now, what was she like from THAT point of view?
Very attractive I guess, if not stunningly sexy, if you see what I mean. Short, not ultra-slim but certainly not fat by any means, brunette hair which sat just above some lovely hazel eyes, and a beautiful face, especially when lit up by a smile, which was, very much, its default setting. Bet you couldn’t believe your luck, I hear you all ask?
Hang on a minute, will you? We’re talking about a Lady considerably older than me, for one thing, and just who knows how much emotional baggage she was carrying from her failed marriage, and no, I didn’t ask. Factor in my normal shyness with regarding women, and the idea you’re all thinking about appeared to be a complete non-starter.
Thing is, if there’s no jeopardy involved, if I don’t actually fancy the woman, or wish to start a relationship with her, sexually I mean, then that shyness dis-appears, enabling me to strike up a plutonic friendship with females without any issues, and this is precisely what happened here between Bridget and I. And provided the conversation didn’t enter into the area of intimacy, which I was careful to avoid, just as she was, then it flowed without inhibition. We soon began to become trusting of each other, and our friendship blossomed, if, as stated, on a purely plutonic understanding.
And matters may well have continued on that satisfactory basis, if one factor hadn’t risen its head. Remember how I’d come to gain an ‘appreciation’ for sexy female lingerie? Well, this was a woman who clearly enjoyed wearing it. As the objects of my desires began to appear very regularly on the washing line within her back garden. To my utter joy, naturally.
Yes, I tried my best to be very discreet here, to make sure that my furtive glances in the direction of the true delights hanging on her washing line were completely unobserved, and to be honest I believed that I had succeeded, that Bridget was completely unaware of my lusts and desires. After all I WAS careful. But we are addressing a Lady here who was very astute, and just as my understanding of sexual emotions and fascinations was naturally very low, hers was at the almost opposite end of the scale.
And the way that she coaxed just what she wanted to know about me was pure genius. Absolutely indirectly, remember we never talked about sexual relationships, she soon became fully conscious of my approval of the female running things within a bedroom, and simply re-enforced her knowledge of my ‘appreciation’ for classy lingerie. Deciding to have some fun, in a mischievous rather than a cruel manner, we are talking about a person who is not in any way viscous or evil, purely at my expense. And so, she drew her plans against me.
Nothing wrong with a slow burn to start; the title had me hooked already, even before I got to the end, which for some reason brought H.G. Wells to mind 
Love to be tied-up, gagged and tickled ! 
