Her Next Door
Chapter One
Lynn looked out from the anonymity of
her large sunglasses. There she was again in the back garden. Perfect hair, perfect figure, perfect tan, perfect family.
She must have been in her mid thirties but she had the figure of a twenty year
old. In this day and age she must have been the most well mannered person Lynn had ever met. Her
husband was some kind of salesman who spent lots of time away. When he was
home, mainly at the weekends, you could hear the two of them at it like
rabbits, all weekend long. And they had a ten year old son - a football
playing, scouting, perfectly mannered, son. Socially the two of them were great
too - many a backyard barbeque had been shared with the associated downing of
fine wine. The husband, Steve, was a bit of a handyman and was always willing
to pop in to fix leaky taps and such - and always the perfect gentleman. The
object of her attention was coming back onto the porch, having finished tending
her (oh so) perfect garden.
"Hi Lynn - great weather isn't it?"
The voice carried the sunshine lilt of the country of her birth - South Africa.
"Yeah it's terrific Sandy", Lynn replied "Is it
barbeque time tonight?"
"Well, Steve is away at a conference and Dougie
is at a Scout Camp, so I guess it is toasted cheese for me tonight," came the reply.
Lynn's mind shot into overdrive. Could
she make the arrangements in time?
"Why don't you come over and join me then?" she asked, "My Mike
is away for a golfing weekend, so I am on my own too." Mike was her part
time significant other - the jerk who popped round weekly for a fuck without
commitment.
"Hey, thanks Lynn,
that
sounds great. What can I bring?"
"A nice cold bottle of that South African Pink bubbly would be nice,"
Lynn replied.
"No sweat, I will just have a quick shower and be over there in about an
hour - OK?"
"Make it half an hour," Lynn said, "and I will
get things ready here."
Sandy smiled and shot indoors to go and
have a shower. In the bathroom she quickly slipped off her gardening gear and
smiled at her reflection in the full-length mirror. She had plenty to smile
about with her 121 pound, 5'7", 36-27-36 figure. Not bad for a 35 year
old. Her shoulder length dark hair cascaded over her shoulders and she tied it
back before stepping into the shower. She looked down and caught sight of her
bush. It certainly needed a trim, so she reached for the Ladyshave
and set to it. When she was finished, she had a neatly trimmed triangle above
the bare pink lips that Steve loved so much.
Stepping out of the shower she towelled herself dry and walked naked into the
bedroom to get dressed. She was always a little shy about nudity, having been
brought up by puritanical Afrikaner parents. Steve had done much to help her
get rid of lots of her inhibitions, but some things were deeply ingrained. She
turned to her wardrobe and selected her clothes. Matching tanga
panties and bra in pristine white showed off her tan to perfection. Over this
went the mini-dress Steve had bought her in Barbados. It had a tight bodice
that clung to her fantastic breasts and flared at the hips. More to the point
it was brightly patterned in yellow and blue - very summery and just right for
the current spell of warm weather. Slipping on her favourite leather strap
sandals, she was ready.
Next door, Lynn had been busy too. She had
arranged the furniture to her liking and made one or two calls to friends. This
completed, she too shot upstairs and into the shower. Lynn was a compact, forty
year old, secretary at the local Young Offenders institute. At a stretch she
was 5'2", and weighed in at just two pounds heavier than Sandy. She was well muscled
from all the lunch hours spent in the gym, and liked to keep herself fit. She
played hockey in the winter and squash during the rest of the year. In the
shower she stood for a couple of minutes just letting the warm water course
over her, while her brain raced at the thought of the evening ahead.
Sandy picked a bottle of Sparkling wine
out of the fridge and went out onto the back porch to see if Lynn was there. She was
happy to have Lynn as a neighbour as the
two of them got on like a house on fire. Strangely, she had never been in Lynn's house, so this was a
first in the four years they had been neighbours. She jumped over the
eighteen-inch wall onto Lynn's porch and knocked at
the back door.
"You're late!" Lynn shouted, "Come on
in."
Sandy glanced at her watch - it was 35
minutes since she had gone to get ready. She walked through to the lounge and
there was Lynn, standing at the hi-fi.
"I thought we said an hour" Sandy said.
"I said half an hour," Lynn replied curtly,
"Rod Stewart OK?"
Sandy was a bit taken aback at Lynn's sharp reply, but
brushed it off as just one of those things.
"How about some bubbly?" she asked.
"Great. The glasses are there on the shelf behind you."
Sandy opened the bottle and poured two
big glasses. Putting the bottle down, she handed a glass to her friend. Lynn looked fine in a
summer dress that came to mid calf. She had recently been in Ibiza for a week so her tan
was deep brown.
"I have just had these carpets done, so could you take your shoes off,
please?"
Sandy bent over and slipped off the
ankle straps of her shoes, kicking them under the table. The two women dropped
into Lynn's huge leather armchairs and
sipped their bubbly. As Sandy launched into a tale
of the latest exploits of her Siamese cat, it struck her that Lynn still had her shoes
on. Again she dismissed the oddity - perhaps they were indoor shoes, but the
heel seemed quite severe. Wrapped up in the story of the cat she burbled on and
forgot about the shoes.
The conversation ebbed and flowed as the two women talked about everything in
their lives.
"We seem to have run out of wine," said Lynn "Go next door and
get some more, Sandy."
Sandy stood up to go and get the wine.
"Better put your shoes on", said Lynn "You don't want
to dirty your feet on the porch."
By the time Sandy had gone out through the back
door and into her fridge to get another bottle, Lynn was on her back porch.
"Might as well make it two," she called.
Sandy grabbed another bottle and,
closing her back door, went to the wall. She expected Lynn to take one of the
bottles, but the older woman just stepped back to give her room to climb over
the wall. Sandy stepped up onto the wall, giving Lynn a flash of her white tanga panties, and jumped down on the other side.
"Sorry, Lynn, I didn't mean to
flash you!" she said, contritely.
There was no response from Lynn as she turned and
flounced into the kitchen.
"Don't forget your shoes," she said.
Sandy stopped and once again removed
her shoes.
"What about your shoes?" Sandy asked.
"My house, my rules," Lynn snapped, "Go and
pour some more wine."
Sandy was taken aback at the abruptness
Lynn used when talking to her. Lynn went to the kitchen
door and locked it. That done, she followed Sandy into
the lounge. As it was getting dark, Lynn closed the curtains.
Sandy began to feel light headed. Lynn was talking to her,
but it sounded like she was a long way away. Lynn was asking her questions
about Steve and Dougie, and she replied that they
were both away for the whole weekend.
"Good," said Lynn, "Then there is
no time like the present. Sandy I want you to get on your hands and knees and
crawl over to me here."
Sandy dropped from the chair onto all
fours. It seemed like the thing to do, and she was happy to do as Lynn commanded. When she
reached Lynn's chair the older woman held up
her hand, commanding her to stop.
"OK girl, here is how things are. The last glass of wine was spiked with a
nice little drug that will allow you to do what I tell you and nothing else. We
use it in the prisoner's tea at work, and we find it makes them nice and easy
to control. Of course, the government wouldn't approve, but budgets can be
manipulated to hide such things."
"I want you to kneel up now and spread your legs as wide as you can."
Sandy hesitated for a minute, trying to
comprehend what was happening. Lynn's hand shot out and
slapped her face hard.
"Kneel girl!" she snapped.
Sandy sat back on her knees and spread
her legs. The mini dress afforded no cover and her white tanga
panties were on full display. The digital camera in Lynn's hands flashed.
Lynn got out of her chair and walked
over to the dresser. She walked back to Sandy and in a quick move
fastened a collar around her neck. Nothing fancy, just a cheap dog collar with
a chain lead. Tugging on the collar, she pulled Sandy forward onto all fours
again.
"Come my little bitch, I have something to show you."
