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  JILLY’S NEW NEIGHBOURS

  All tied up and nothing to do but...wait!

  By

  Tina Clark

  Publisher Information

  Jilly’s New Neighbours

  Published in 2012 by Andrews UK Limited

  www.andrewsuk.com

  This book is sold subject to the condition that it shall not, by way of trade or otherwise, be lent, resold, hired out or otherwise circulated without the publisher’s prior written consent in any form of binding or cover other than that in which it is published, and without a similar condition being imposed on the subsequent purchaser.

  The characters and situations in this book are entirely imaginary and bear no relation to any real person or actual happening.

  Copyright © Tina Clark 2012

  The right of Tina Clark to be identified as author of this book has been asserted in accordance with section 77 and 78 of the Copyrights Designs and Patents Act 1988.

  Chapter One

  Donny, the yellow plastic duck with the red bill and the startled look on its face bounced about in the soap suds as Jilly Maclean lifted her knees up either side of it. You’re the only thing to have bobbed up between my legs in a while, she thought. For just a moment she considered clasping its smiley red beak to her clitoris and giving herself some much needed relief before the picture her mind’s eye generated of the act stopped her in mid reach. No, I’m not about to fuck a duck, I’m not that desperate! she decided and lay for another half hour, denying the interplay between the tingling in her pussy and the personified lump of plastic that had by this time developed a distinct, ‘Oh why don’t you, no-one will ever know,’ twinkle to its eye.

  I’m so bored! she complained as she dried herself, before painting her toenails, coating her skin in expensive body lotion, donning her new silk leopard skin pattern panty set and covering it all up in grey jogging top and bottoms.

  Right, twenty minutes! she decided and set off around the crescents and boulevards with their pristine houses and neat gardens which made up her neighbourhood, Then I’ll have a cappuccino and a big slice of carrot cake and double cream!

  “Good morning!” she said to the postman at the garden with the overhanging magnolia tree. He was always friendly and willing to stop and talk and for a while she’d considered an affair with him but the idea had been dealt a fatal blow when she heard from a neighbour that he’d told her he’d had three such affairs in these three streets...and who he’d had them with. Of course Jilly had told her neighbour, and she no doubt hers, and some of them probably their husbands, and so those three women were widely regarded as sluts by all the other women, although they never told them that to their faces.

  Jilly regarded the entire episode as a warning of the dreadful consequences of a slip although she told herself she would never actually have done it with the postman in the first place. Not that the sluts were creeping about in sackcloth and ashes, far from it, Jilly had noticed some of the other women’s husbands paying a little too much polite attention to the sluts which had resulted in two of them at least developing a bit of a swagger not to say a touch of star status. Maybe notoriety wasn’t all bad and perhaps it was that conflicting thought that kept Jilly’s imagination fertile with other fantasies about delivery men, gardeners, door to door salesmen and the sexual possibilities concerning a mixed half a dozen of them at the same time.

  The run had been entirely taken up with such thoughts and was now almost at an end when Jilly had to stop at her new neighbours’ drive as they backed their car out onto the street. “Hello,” Pippa Morgan said, her side window sliding down, “I see you out running every morning. Aren’t you the fit one?”

  “Don’t be fooled,” Jilly replied, “The folds you see in this jogging suit are real flesh underneath!”

  Pippa laughed and turned to her husband, “Do you hear that Neville? That woman you saw next door with the, ‘Fabulous figure,’ must have been someone else!”

  “Oh!” Jilly squeaked.

  “Don’t worry,” Pippa told her, “I keep him on a leash...and vice versa,” and she laughed again. “Well we must be going...the whole week’s shopping to do!”

  “Have fun!” Jilly said and waved as their car departed. Fabulous figure! Imagine her telling me that! Jilly thought and went inside trying to remember what Neville looked like.

  ***

  Not bad! she decided later in the week when she spotted him trimming the hedge. He was tall, broad, athletic looking, decidedly handsome and with all his hair...a great shock of thick black hair! That’s five things you’ve got on Terry so far then, she thought thinking of her husband who worked six days a week, twelve hours a day running his shop and who was so tired when he got home he fell asleep in his chair the minute he had drunk his three cans of lager started the second after he had finished his meal and the lager that had gone with it. Mmm, no belly either, she noticed as her new neighbour stood up on ladders to get to the top of the hedge and brought his flat stomach into view. Does that make six or was that already covered by, ‘athletic looking?’

  Jilly was still watching when Pippa came around the corner of the house in a blue shirt and white slacks and began to rake up the hedge trimmings. Not bad yourself, Jilly thought looking at Pippa’s perfectly formed bottom and the swing of her breasts as she bent to her task. I bet you two don’t go three months between sex and I bet you don’t fall asleep before it’s finished either! She had to duck down smartly behind her Abelia bush when, the hedge cut, Pippa and Neville stepped up to it and surveyed its top for flatness and momentarily cast their eyes over Jilly’s garden.

  “I’ll put the coffee on,” Jilly heard Pippa say, “Is this door open?”

  “No, I came round from the garage,” Neville told her and as Jilly watched, Pippa reached up above the door and retrieved a key with which she unlocked the back door and then put back before entering.

  Jilly went back inside and began to cut up onions for that night’s lasagne. They were more interesting neighbours than old Mr. and Mrs. Dunning with their chintz suite and ‘White with a Touch of Pink’ paint. She’d noticed decorators’ vans and intriguing large cardboard boxes arriving that hadn’t looked like furniture...Probably a rowing machine and stuff like that, maybe they’ve got a gym and that’s how Pippa looks like she does without the need to go running...‘Aren’t you the fit one?’ indeed!

  ***

  Throughout the week Jilly saw Pippa off and on. She was always jumping into her car and beetling off for an hour somewhere or out hanging up her smalls on a little carousel dryer that kept them all together and didn’t afford Jilly half as good a look at them as she would’ve liked. When they spoke, usually on the front path or over the hedge, Pippa was just as polite and proper as could be. There’s more to you than meets the eye Missy, Jilly thought without ever thinking that it was none of her business and that she should be glad she had such respectable neighbours.

  On Saturday she returned for her usual run in time to wave to her neighbours as they drove out of the street, ‘The whole weeks’ shopping to do,’ yeah right! You’re spies or something! Back inside she put the drainer in the sink and started to grate carrots. Outside the kitchen window birds chirped as they flew about between Jilly’s clothes whirligig and the line that Pippa hung her carousel dryer on...in fact it was there now. It was a perfect opportunity to inspect Pippa’s underwear and confident her neighbours would be safely away for three hours Jilly slipped out and popped over the ramshackle fence between the hedge and the cherry tree.

  Just as Jilly suspected, there were no ‘Everyday’ cheapos in the sa
mple. All of Pippa’s pants were perfect, like her behind and just as beautifully made but now that Jilly was in their garden she thought she might as well have a nosey around. She went up to the back windows and looked through; the kitchen had been repainted in jazzy colours and there were all kinds of amazing looking chrome labour saving devices attached to the tops and lying around ready for use...and there she was, grating carrots!

  Unfortunately, she couldn’t see far into any of the other rooms and in any case she was desperate to see upstairs, particularly the bedroom. Of course there was a way, the key above the door, if she had the nerve to use it. What was the harm? She’d be gone long before they came back and her terrible curiosity, that is not to say, ‘obsession’ would be gone too.

  The key turned easily, the door opened noiselessly and Jilly stepped inside. There was dead silence. She took a step and her sneakers squeaked on the highly polished floor making her cringe and all but turn and flee. There’s no one here! she told herself and after a few seconds her courage returned and she walked across the kitchen and peered beyond into the lounge, More grandeur! Everywhere was the same, the place was a palace, the only let down was the bedroom; it was just like anyone else’s, nice but no surprises.

  Feeling slightly disappointed and intending to leave she retraced her steps but as she passed the door under the stairs, she noticed it had a lock on it. It never had one before, she remembered distinctly from her frequent visits to old Mrs. Dunning and going down to the dusty old basement to fetch a mop to help the old soul with her cleaning. She tried the door but it was locked, she tried the key in her hand but it didn’t fit and she would have left it at that but for the flash of inspiration which made her run her hand above the lintel and find, another key!

  The door may have been freshly painted but it creaked theatrically when Jilly pushed it open and slid inside fumbling for the light. Instead of one switch her hand encountered a dozen or more, the first of which she pressed and regretted as orchestral music swelled up from the dark below and forced her into a frenzy of button pressing and switch clicking to get off again. Innumerable clicks later the smoochy music off and the brightest lights on she went down the steps to find the dust and brushes gone.

  ***

  The floor was carpeted in scarlet and the walls were mirrored, at least they were where chains and manacles didn’t hang from them. I knew it! Jilly thought and stared at the row of weird contraptions that lined one side. That ain’t no rowing machine and that’s no exercise bike! she asserted but could only guess at the actual use although mostly it seemed to entail being strapped in and left dangling with your limbs locked helplessly and flung akimbo.

  There was a cabinet; red velvet lined which contained the most amazing artefacts Jilly had ever seen. Apart from the handcuffs, the Venetian masks, the gags, whips and canes, it was the dildos and vibrators which most drew her most rapt attention. They were beautiful! Some were glass, some coloured some not. Some were chrome, like the kitchen tools upstairs. Some were wood or ivory and carved with lewd faces or realistically like erect penises. A few were huge with graduated sizes in between and many had buttons on them signifying their electrical power and all of them were shiny clean and looked unused. Reverentially Jilly picked them up, one after the other and fondled them. Some were hard but light, some soft and heavy but all felt wonderful to hold and to kiss...as she did forgetting her original purpose in being there, becoming lost in the rapture, the power of the eroticism that suddenly made itself felt in her vagina in hot throbbing spasms and uninterrupted tingling.

  “Aw God!” she shouted, her earlier need to be quiet forgotten, “I’m just going to have to try this!” and she pushed the silvered long lovely she was holding between her legs enjoying its glide beneath her pussy and even through her joggers trigger a trembling response. She smiled lustfully and caught sight of herself in a mirror, holding the sceptre. She had never looked so good. Quickly she kicked off her trainers and pulled off her clothes and standing with her feet far apart and knees bent, she fitted the wondrous thing into the neck of her pussy and pushed. She came before she’d even got it all the way in. “Awya!” she cried, and, “Oh yeah!” again as another orgasm twanged through her body and she slumped forward onto the floor smiling as long promised relief flooded through her body. Finally! she thought.

  ***

  Jilly lay recovering and luxuriating in her new surroundings; If I’m very clever I can do this every Saturday morning! she told herself. There were no clocks in the room and she wasn’t wearing a watch and had come without her phone. She guessed half an hour, Plenty time left! and stood up naked gazing around the room looking for other toys to play with now that her body was so much in tune with her surroundings.

  There was a horizontal bar wrapped in thick velvet padding suspended at waist height near to her and she bent over it to inspect it. It was a comfortable place to hang out and she saw that near the floor, spread apart were two ankle clasps. Well, they could only be that, she decided idly pushing her ankles into them and experiencing a fierce thrill as they clicked shut. Quickly she bent and pressed the catch on one of the clasps, it opened easily and satisfied that she wasn’t trapped she pushed her ankle back in and looked ahead into the mirror that reflected her aroused nipples, wide eyes and dishevelled hair back at her. I’ve never looked so fucking sexy! she thought and noticed two wristlets sticking out from the wall.

  It was a difficult stretch she had to make, but she managed to pull one over and lock her wrist into it. The chain it was attached to seemed to be sprung and immediately tightened and pulled at her arm but she wasn’t scared as she still had a hand free to get herself out - and it felt wonderful. Even if she just held on to the other one, she would know what it felt like to be helpless - a slave, a mere sexual plaything...oh how much she wanted to know that! This time the stretch was more difficult but Jilly was determined and panting from the exertion and only just able to reach the clasp with her fingertips, she pulled it out from the wall and pushed her wrist into it, keeping it from closing by balancing her wrist half in, half out. It took a lot of effort and was prone to mishap...like her foot slipping. The clasp closed with a click and the springs pulled her two arms away from each other and out taught.

  “Shit!” she squealed and realised too late that the springs had been eroding her strength and were even now pulling her entire weight off her feet to be held in place, bent sharply over the bar and stretched as tight as a drum skin.

  “Oh Christ!” she whispered and pulled uselessly at her ties. “What a stupid thing to do!” Jilly tried everything, including beseeching God but nothing worked, she was trapped.

  Chapter Two

  Without the ticking of a clock or a window to admit daylight there was no indication of the passage of time and there was nothing for Jilly to do but hang there and await her fate. She knew it was going to be embarrassing, Excruciating! She knew that as far as making an impression on new neighbours went, this was new territory and she knew they would demand an explanation and she couldn’t think what she was going to say other than, “Someone kidnapped me and tied me up and left me and it really wasn’t my fault!” and she also knew that wasn’t going to work.

  Her head sunk down between her arms and left her looking between her breasts at her body stretched over the bar and held by her two legs pulled wide and tight. I look like an unfinished bit of macramé! she thought miserably.

  Ages passed, but Jilly found it oddly comfortable hanging there having her joints pulled slowly apart and she wondered if when she was eventually released she would still be able to walk or if she would just collapse like a puppet that someone had cut the strings on. There was a click; at first she thought it was her...No! Footsteps!

  “Just put it all down in the kitchen. I’ll put it away later.”

  Pippa!

  “Hello?”

  Oh God!

  The sound of
steps behind. Jilly kept her head down, not being able to face Pippa in the mirror.

  “Oh my word!”

  “It’s only me!” Jilly squeaked as though she’d just popped up in the garden.

  “What?” Pippa said and rushed round the side and knelt down and looked at Jilly’s face. “Well if it isn’t ‘Miss Morning Marathon’ and here’s me thinking we had a burglar! Jilly, it is you isn’t it? Do forgive me, I wasn’t sure...being unused to the angle. What on earth are you doing here?”

  “Could you let me out of this first please?” Jilly pleaded. “I’m feeling a bit vulnerable.”

  “Well, I could, of course, and no doubt you are...but that explanation first I think!” Pippa said standing up and walking all the way around, Jilly’s eyes following her feet’s progress.

  “But I feel so...exposed...I can’t think properly.”

  “Oh Jilly, believe me...you are exposed...very prettily, and rather graphically!” Pippa told her.

  “Ooh!” Jilly squealed.

  “But I do hope you have an explanation...it rather looks like you’ve broken in!” Pippa continued. “Well?”

  “It’s all a mistake!” Jilly said, “An accident! Please let me down?” and she pulled feebly at the chains.

  “But of course I would love to, really I would...but for all I know, you might be a mad woman! I mean, am I safe? There you are, all stretched out...completely naked in my house. I mean, what are the neighbours going to say?” and she laid her hand on the small of Jilly’s back and pressed down a few times making Jilly bounce gently in the springs. “They probably wouldn’t believe me...perhaps I should take a snap or two...”

  “Oh no! Please don’t tell the neighbours? I couldn’t bare it!” Jilly cried and shook her head in torment.

  “There now, it’ll be all right,” Pippa comforted her, “You know how understanding the neighbours are, don’t you? Anyway, it’s just us two girls here...for the moment...unless of course, I fetch your husband from his shop? I’m sure his staff and customers would love to hear all about it!” and she tip toed her fingers down Jilly’s spine and trailed them over her bottom.