Jilly's New Neighbours: All tied up and nothing to do but...wait!

By Tina Clark

Jilly Maclean wanted for nothing, except sex. Every day was much like every other, she jogged, she washed, she cooked...she was bored and frustrated. If it weren’t for her fantasies, largely concerning assorted delivery men, she wouldn’t even have had anyone to talk to. Then one day, new neighbours moved in. Being such a good looking couple, they were a big improvement on the old ones and Jilly began to spy on them over the garden hedge. That’s how she saw Pippa letting herself in the back door with a hidden key...a key Jilly could use when they went shopping...just to satisfy her curiosity. Everything in the house was new and pretty...and very disappointing, there were no secrets, not until Jilly noticed the door beneath the stairs. It led to a dungeon, not a grimy one, but one with red carpets and shiny mirrors on the wall and...restraints and contraptions...and Jilly just had to try...as long as she didn’t get stuck...Oh dear! Nothing to do but wait ‘till her new neighbours get home.

• Language: English
• Publisher: House of Erotica
• Release date: Jul 20, 2012
• ISBN: 9781782341482

Book preview

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,