Re: I couldn’t believe my luck. M/F part 41 added.
Posted: Sun Jun 14, 2020 10:13 pm
Part forty two.
Of course whenever Jackie’s concerned nothing is simple. Her insatiable appetite for all things bondage, her love of lingerie, her passion, her seemingly constant sensual arousal see to that. No amount of refreshing showers or distractions can detract from that for more than a few minutes. And so it proved when finally I laid my head upon the pillow, when I tried to settle, when I attempted to sleep.
The thoughts, that ran, like a conveyor belt through my mind as I closed my eyes couldn’t be controlled. Images of her lying there upon the sofa, bound, gagged, collared and leashed appeared to be burned onto my inner eyelids. The sight of her magnificent body clad in the most delightful, delectable lingerie also there to torment.
More than once, as I tried to doze off, I pictured myself, sneaking back to her home under the cover of darkness. Fought the desire to do so. My mind, apparently focused on how it would feel to gently stroke her nylon clad legs once again. My thoughts edging ever closer to crossing the one line it knew I couldn’t. But thankfully my resolve, my inner need to remain respectful, won the battle every time. Yet I don’t know how.
Who knows what time it was, when, I finally stopped tossing and turning, what time it was, when I finally drifted off to sleep. But I do know, the last thing, I remember thinking about was Jackie bound to that chair. My hands slowly bringing her to the point of no return, my actions giving her the pleasure she’d been seeking.
And yet the same can be said for when I awoke, for my alarm had been a faint sound from afar, had barely penetrated my subconsciousness at first. The thoughts of Jackie so consuming, so prevalent in my mind.
At first, simply opening my eyes had been a chore, had taken untold effort. But it wasn’t out of a reluctance to see my hot and delectable neighbour. It didn’t come from a fear of the unknown. I knew she’d be exactly where I left her, would still be restrained, gagged and collared as I left her. No it was from exhaustion, from a need to regain my strength, my composure.
Slowly I rose, yet another shower proving inept when attempting to clear my head. Still in that dazed state I feel when tiredness seeps over my body and mind. I dressed. Looking up at the clock for the umpteenth time, I headed for the garage, I prepared for the day.
Knowing nosy Norris would be awake herself, would be twitching her curtains as always, briefly I pondered my options. “Should I simply carry the antique trunk I planned on using for phase one of my plan across the street. Should I place it in the bed of my customised 1956 Ford Pickup truck”. I silently asked myself, as the clock chimed 9.
“Oh damn it”, I muttered out loud as I dropped the tail gate. “This is going to be heavier than I thought”, I told myself as the garage door opened. “I guess driving across the streets the wise choice”, I thought as the 5.7 litre supercharged V8 rumbled into life.
Carefully I backed up to Jackie’s garage door. Well aware of the fact nosy Norris was watching my every move. “Morning Jackie”, I called out as I let myself in, “are you ready for the day ahead”, I asked as I closed the front door behind me…………
Of course whenever Jackie’s concerned nothing is simple. Her insatiable appetite for all things bondage, her love of lingerie, her passion, her seemingly constant sensual arousal see to that. No amount of refreshing showers or distractions can detract from that for more than a few minutes. And so it proved when finally I laid my head upon the pillow, when I tried to settle, when I attempted to sleep.
The thoughts, that ran, like a conveyor belt through my mind as I closed my eyes couldn’t be controlled. Images of her lying there upon the sofa, bound, gagged, collared and leashed appeared to be burned onto my inner eyelids. The sight of her magnificent body clad in the most delightful, delectable lingerie also there to torment.
More than once, as I tried to doze off, I pictured myself, sneaking back to her home under the cover of darkness. Fought the desire to do so. My mind, apparently focused on how it would feel to gently stroke her nylon clad legs once again. My thoughts edging ever closer to crossing the one line it knew I couldn’t. But thankfully my resolve, my inner need to remain respectful, won the battle every time. Yet I don’t know how.
Who knows what time it was, when, I finally stopped tossing and turning, what time it was, when I finally drifted off to sleep. But I do know, the last thing, I remember thinking about was Jackie bound to that chair. My hands slowly bringing her to the point of no return, my actions giving her the pleasure she’d been seeking.
And yet the same can be said for when I awoke, for my alarm had been a faint sound from afar, had barely penetrated my subconsciousness at first. The thoughts of Jackie so consuming, so prevalent in my mind.
At first, simply opening my eyes had been a chore, had taken untold effort. But it wasn’t out of a reluctance to see my hot and delectable neighbour. It didn’t come from a fear of the unknown. I knew she’d be exactly where I left her, would still be restrained, gagged and collared as I left her. No it was from exhaustion, from a need to regain my strength, my composure.
Slowly I rose, yet another shower proving inept when attempting to clear my head. Still in that dazed state I feel when tiredness seeps over my body and mind. I dressed. Looking up at the clock for the umpteenth time, I headed for the garage, I prepared for the day.
Knowing nosy Norris would be awake herself, would be twitching her curtains as always, briefly I pondered my options. “Should I simply carry the antique trunk I planned on using for phase one of my plan across the street. Should I place it in the bed of my customised 1956 Ford Pickup truck”. I silently asked myself, as the clock chimed 9.
“Oh damn it”, I muttered out loud as I dropped the tail gate. “This is going to be heavier than I thought”, I told myself as the garage door opened. “I guess driving across the streets the wise choice”, I thought as the 5.7 litre supercharged V8 rumbled into life.
Carefully I backed up to Jackie’s garage door. Well aware of the fact nosy Norris was watching my every move. “Morning Jackie”, I called out as I let myself in, “are you ready for the day ahead”, I asked as I closed the front door behind me…………