Meet The Neighbours

"Laura, take a look," Pauline said.

I was laying on our double bed, idly reading a book while secretly thinking of more bondage adventures for us to have. I was a little annoyed at the interruption (I had been getting to the good bit) so looked across the room to where Pauline was standing by the window. Her blonde hair was tied back in a pony tail, and she was looking at me with her big, beautiful blue eyes. I crossed over to the window and she handed me her binoculars.

"Have you been spying on the neighbours again?" I asked, but her only reply was to point to the house across the road.

I raised an eyebrow at her and tried to look suitably bored and uninterested as I raised the binoculars to my eyes. In reality, I enjoyed spying on the neighbours just as much as she did, especially the girl a few houses down across the road who liked to wander around her house naked when her boyfriend was at work. But as I looked across the road at where Pauline had been spying, I saw something far more interesting: a new arrival. And he was cute.

"What do you think?" Pauline asked, cuddling up to me from behind.

"Well..." I smiled, as I felt her hands cup my breasts, "I'm certainly looking forward to meeting him."

He was unloading large, cardboard boxes from a pickup truck, his strong arms positively glowing in the heat of the sun and glistening with sweat. I felt my nipples harden between Pauline's fingers as she pressed her crotch against my buttocks, and I imagined being held in those big, strong arms... and then he turned to face us, shading his eyes against the sun with his hand. I jumped, sending both Pauline and myself falling back onto the bed, giggling like naughty schoolgirls.

"What happened?" she asked once we'd both recovered enough to talk.

"He turned around."

"Do you think he saw you standing at the window, pointing a pair of binoculars at him, a mysterious pair of hands on your breasts?"

"Mmmmm... I hope so."

"I think it's time we introduced ourselves."

"I like your thinking - what shall we wear?"

She rolled off the bed and opened the wardrobe. She looked thoughtful for a moment and pulled out my sexy black lycra catsuit. She looked at me and I looked at her, and we fell about laughing.

"Maybe not," she smiled, going back to her search, "Okay, take your clothes off - I've found something a bit more suitable."

I quickly did as she asked, and was happily sitting naked on the bed when she produced my sling bikini. I looked at it, shocked - I'd forgotten that I owned it! I'd never been brave enough to wear it outside, and had only worn it inside on a few occasions. I just felt it was too revealing... and too easy to accidentally reveal a lot more than expected.

"Well, if I'm going to wear this," I said, holding the tiny swimsuit up to the light, "what on earth are you going to wear?"

"This," Pauline grinned, holding up a pale blue halter-neck top. Correction, it was MY pale blue halter-neck top. Correction, it was MY FAVOURITE pale blue halter-neck top.

"Isn't that going to be a bit of a tight fit?" I asked, as she pulled off her clothes and revealed her gorgeous breasts.

"That's the idea," she winked, putting it on and tying it behind her neck - her breasts looked like they were trying to escape, stretching the material of the halter-neck taut.

The other clothes we eventually decided on were a matching jogging jacket and leggings for me, and denim cut-offs for Pauline. And as we made our way across the road to his house, I was very aware of breasts... mine were trying to escape from the sides and the middle of my sling bikini, while Pauline's were threatening to burst out of my favourite top.

"Well, here we are," she said, as we stopped in front of the front door.

As she raised her hand to the doorbell, I stopped her - I put my hands on her hips and turned her to face me before planting a hugely-passionate kiss on her lips, my hands sliding up her body to play with her breasts. A soft moan escaped her lips, and I felt her nipples harden. I looked down and wondered if they would tear the fabric if they got any harder. Satisfied, I reached past her and rang the doorbell.

"You manipulative little mare..." Pauline began, as she realised what I had done, but she soon shut up when the door opened.

"Hello..." said our new neighbour - I was very satisfied to see his eyes linger on Pauline's prominent nipples as he looked us up and down.

"Hi," I smiled, "we noticed you moving in, so thought we'd pop round and introduce ourselves."

"Oh... thanks..." he said, his eyes lingering on the exposed inner slopes of my cleavage.

"I'm Pauline," Pauline said, stepping forward with her hand outstretched.

He took it and shook it, and I noticed that his brain didn't seem to be functioning correctly. I hoped it was just a temporary sensory overload, and not a permanent fixture. I copied Pauline, and had my hand shaken in turn, before he introduced himself as Ben. He recovered enough to invite us in, and as we filed past him into the hallway, I let my hand brush very lightly against his crotch and I smirked when I felt a satisfying hardness there. I heard him gulp behind me as I followed Pauline into his kitchen. We sat down around his table, Pauline opposite him, me next to him, all sipping from glasses of cola - I couldn't see what anyone else was doing under the table, but my bare feet were resting on the chair opposite me since the tiled floor was freezing cold.

As I tried to think of something to talk about, I saw him sneaking a sly glance across to Pauline's breasts. Pauline noticed it too, and she faked a yawn - she stretched her arms above her head and I thought that her breasts would burst forth like the Incredible Hulk (although slightly less green and veiny). I tried to suppress a giggle and it came out in a sort-of cross between a snort and a tut.

"What was that?" Pauline asked, annoyed that her sexy stretch had been interrupted.

"That was a response to your outrageous flirting," I said, forgetting that we had company.

"Flirting? Moi?" she asked, feigning innocence.

"Don't play coy with me..." I said, getting to my feet.

"Girls, girls, please..." said Ben, but it was too late.

Within seconds, Pauline and I were grappling. We worked our way out of the kitchen and onto the lounge floor, with Ben hot on our heels, trying to protect his boxes of valuables from being demolished by our sudden outbreak of violence. I was sitting astride Pauline now, and had managed to pull the ribbon from her hair. She twisted underneath me, trying to tip me off, but I managed to stay on, pull her arms behind her and tie her wrists securely. And then I sat back, panting, while she struggled and inadvertently tightened the knot.

"What are you two doing?" Ben asked, a slight smile on his face and bulge in his jeans as he leaned in the doorway.

"Teaching her a lesson," I said.

"Well, she has been showing off her breasts rather a lot..." he said, his confidence growing with his arousal.

"Would you like to see them?" I asked.

"Yes!" he said, as Pauline said "No!"

"Looks like I have the deciding vote," I said, reaching behind Pauline's neck to undo the halter.

She began to struggle more violently now, but that didn't stop me removing her top. The more she thrashed around on the floor, the more her breasts jiggled about in a very pleasing manner.

"What do you think?" I asked.

"Ahem... erm... they're... very nice..."

"What size do you think they are?"

"Oh, I couldn't possibly..."

"Would it help if you touched them?" I asked, putting my hand over Pauline's lips to stop her saying anything.

He swallowed and knelt on the floor beside her, and I took his hands and guided them to her breasts. She was shaking her head, but I knew that her heart wasn't in it - his fingers brushed her breasts as he lowered his hands to them and cupped them. She moaned almost imperceptibly and stopped her struggling.

"So..?" I asked.

"So? Oh, the size! Erm... 36D?"

"Spot on!" I grinned, "I'm impressed."

"Lucky guess..." he said.

"We'll see," I said, taking off my jacket, "What size do you think I am?"

"Erm..."

"Does this help?" I asked, dipping my hands inside my sling bikini so that I could slide it from my shoulders and free my breasts.

Pauline murmured something and I shot her an evil glance that shut her up. Ben looked at me, and his gaze slowly moved down to my pert nipples - I could almost feel it on my skin. I took his hands from Pauline's breasts and placed them on mine. He gripped almost immediately, his rough hands squeezing a little... and it felt nice... He said something, but I didn't hear it, I was too busy enjoying the sensation.

"Laura?" Pauline asked, breaking me out of my reverie.

"Oh, sorry," I smiled, "What did you say, Ben?"

"34C," he repeated, looking me right in the eye as he squeezed my breasts a little harder, my nipples gripped between his fingers.

"How do you do that?" I asked, as he slowly removed his hands from my breasts.

"I bet he does this all the time," Pauline muttered, "just like you do."

"What do you mean by that?" I asked, "You're in no position to criticise me. I know exactly where you're ticklish, remember."

"Girls, not again!" Ben said.

Pauline sat up - somehow, she had freed her hands from the ribbon. I looked at her, surprised... and then she pounced. I fell backwards, struggling as she wrestled me to the ground. Ben did nothing to help me as Pauline used the same ribbon to tie my hands behind my back. I writhed and strained against my bonds but could do nothing to stop her using my favourite halter-neck top as a makeshift gag.

"And so the tables turn," Pauline smirked.

"You girls are mad," Ben grinned.

"Do you want to see her naked?" Pauline asked.

"MMMMPH!" came my reply, at the same time that Ben nodded very enthusiastically.

And no matter how much I struggled, I could do nothing to stop Pauline pulling my leggings and bikini from my body, leaving me laying naked in the middle of this stranger's lounge. I rolled onto my tummy, not wanting to reveal too much, but he had already seen everything. I was blushing furiously behind my gag, but Pauline hadn't finished. She tied my ankles together with my leggings and used my bikini to put me in a hogtie. And then she rolled me onto my side... the fact that my knees were not tied together meant that she could part my legs... and Ben saw even more.

"Do you want to make her cum?" Pauline grinned.

"Sure..." Ben grinned in reply, and I didn't say anything.

Pauline was sitting behind me, one of her hands playing with my breasts, the other holding my legs apart. My nipples were very hard already, and she was doing her best to make them harder. Ben gingerly reached out to touch my bare thigh, and his rough finger traced a line along my leg to my trimmed pubes... and then down, around and inside... I was moist at his touch, and Pauline let me close my legs around his hand, gripping his fingers inside me as he explored. Pauline was now using both hands to tweak, pull and twist my nipples, and I was groaning very loudly into the gag. I strained against my bonds as his fingers pushed deeper, his thumb rubbing my clit... feeling so hot now... as Pauline leaned down to suck and nibble on my nipples... and Ben thrust his fingers into me, back and forth... and then I felt Pauline's teeth... and Ben's thrust... it was all too much and my entire body shuddered as a climaxed.

"Now it's my turn," Pauline said, as Ben withdrew his fingers from my moistness.

"What about Laura?" Ben asked, as Pauline took his hand and sucked on his wet fingers, tasting me.

"I have an idea," she smiled - I was too busy enjoying the post-orgasm high to take any notice... at least until they picked me up and carried me into the kitchen.

And then they lowered me, naked, towards the ice-cold kitchen floor... I was millimetres above it, and Pauline let me dip slightly - I groaned into the gag as my nipple contacted the floor and felt like it would fall off due to frostbite.

"This is cruel," Ben said.

"I know," Pauline smiled.

They lowered me onto the cold tiles and disappeared upstairs, ignoring my screaming into the gag as I desperately tried to move across the kitchen floor to the hallway... bastards!