Damsel in Distress

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Damsel in DistressThe knock came late at night.Three nervous taps on the flat door, followed a few moments later by three taps that are more urgent.Well at least that proved that it wasn’t k**s playing “Knocky hi-door”.I got up from the computer and headed for the front door, a little nervous and to be honest not a little unafraid.I peeked through the spyglass and to my surprise saw standing outside my next-door neighbour Annie Booker, she was hopping from foot to foot and had a light coat tightly clutched about her.I brushed the crumbs of crisps and crackers off the shelf of my belly and quickly spit slicked what was left of my hair down.I get the security chain on the door, just in case. You do hear stories of opening the door to some one you know only to have two hulking burglars or worse push past them and infringe on your personal liberty.Peeping around the door, I made a tenuous “Hello?”She did look nervous, but also looked like she had come out in a hurry, she was wearing slippers on her fee and was not so much wearing her coat as clutching it around her from the inside, her arms were certainly not in the sleeves, “Mr. Laypole, I’m so sorry to bother you, could I step inside for a moment?”A woman at my door at eleven o’clock at night, begging to for entrance? What was this?A rush of emotions ran through me, fear, suspicion, excitement…hope?“Err,” was about the best I could manage.“Please, Mr. Laypole, it is very important,” she cried. I noticed eyes were tearing up and the rhythmic hopping from foot to foot was increasing in speed.I closed the door, unhooked the chain and reopened it, after a cursory glance to make sure no danger was lurking behind her I waved her inside.She practically sprinted through the door and collapsed against one of the walls.I stood with my mouth open starring at her.“Close the door,” she snapped.“OH,” I gasped. “Yes of course.”I closed the door and faced it for a moment, still unsure how to react.“Lock it!” she snapped, so I did.By the time I turned about, she was already in my front room standing in front of the three bar electric fire warming herself, but still clutching coat about her.“How can I help you Miss Booker?” I asked nervously.Her shoulders were shaking and I realised she was crying softly.“Oh God,” she whimpered.“O, Oh please don’t cry,” I stammered by now blushing hard and trembling, totally confused, I took a step forward, and then back again in case she thought I was about to assault her. “Can I get you a drink, cup of tea? Something stronger perhaps?”“Like what?” she sniffled turning to face me.“Erm,” I suddenly knew I had no alcohol in the house at all and could not fathom why I had said that other than I had heard Peter sellers say it in a movie once.“Hot Chocolate?” I ventured.She shook her head, “No, no thank you.”Annie was a nice woman, plain to the point of insignificance, bespectacled with shoulder length lifeless hair and a figure that it seemed in the drab clothes she wore to be catered for by Sacks “R” Us.She was quiet and no trouble as neighbour, up until now. Basically, she was the sort of woman you ignored other than to say good morning to, if you were unfortunate enough to be bringing illegal bahis in you milk bottles at the same time.Therefore, it was odd to be in this seemingly intimate situation for god alone knows what reason.“What can I help you with?” I asked if only to break the protracted and uncomfortable silence.Again, she blushed.“Oh God how did I get myself in to this situation,” she wailed and unceremoniously flopped down on to my computer chair, still wound up tighter than a k**s clockwork toy.I sidled over and discretely closed the laptop before she had a chance to turn about and see what I had been browsing.“What err… what situation is that?” I asked.She peered up t me from under her falling hair with an expression I could only previewed as veiled hatred. So intense was her gaze I involuntarily stepped backward.“You had a delivery today,” she exclaimed. “But you were not in.”I felt an unpleasant shiver as I began to suspect just what that delivery may have been.“I was at work,” I lied. I have not had a job in years, I live off a mix of freelance writing and the income generated from a small inheritance left to me by my great Aunt. In truth, I had been in the local library reading Batman graphic novels in the c***dren’s section. I refuse buy them at the price they charge.“I know,” she all but snarled. “The postman left it with me; I took it in, what’s the harm I thought.”My eyes widened a little, but unsure as yet if she knew what my order had or had not been I hedged my bets and said “Thank you?” then followed it up with “Where is it?”“Where is it?” she repeated, “Where is it indeed, well you might ask, where is it?”I chewed on my bottom lip slightly, “I just did, didn’t I?”“It was raining today, piddling down, all the mail was wet, my letters, my post and your parcel, that was too big to go through your letter box,” she annunciate just a little too clearly. “So when I put it down the wrapping ripped a little and I could see what was inside.”I blushed like a letterbox, oh fudge, she knew, she knew and she would spread it around the estate and I would be a laughing stock.“OH sweet Jesus this is embarrassing,” she yelled.“You’re embarrassed?” I thought. “You?”“I don’t know why I did it, I’ve no sodding idea, I was curious I suppose, oh what a bloody fool I am.” she doubled up in the chair and started crying again.Maybe, just maybe it was not the package I was expecting, maybe it was a mistake, maybe it was something else? A ray of hope.“I’ve never seen anything like that, I’m a good girl, a good catholic girl, I didn’t know, I mean how could I be expected to. It got the better of me.”Suddenly it began to dawn on me what might, just might have happened, and wow even the thought sent the blood rushing to my cheeks, both sets and I felt the tell tale swelling starting in between my legs that warned of an impending massive boner.“You,” I gulped. “You didn’t put it on?”Embarrassed, she put her head down and nodded, ashamed and humiliated.“And?” I stammered, both frightened and excited.She whispered something inaudible.“Pardon?” I asked.“I said,” She snarled, “I can’t get it off.”I think my eyes widened in shock and anticipation, the prospect wanted to make illegal bahis siteleri me cheer and scream at the same time.“Stop leering,” she shouted. “I need your help,” “I am not leering,” I lied. “I never leer!” that was a lie too. “What do you mean you can’t get it off?”“I mean,” shouting again. “It will not come off!” She bawled.“Yu, you, you just need the key,” I gibbered back. “Surely they sent the key?”She let out a furious roar and stood up, “I did it up too tight and I can’t reach to unlock it!” she yelled tearfully. Then it what has to rank as one the best moment of my life, she shrugged the coat off and stood before me in all her glory.Clothed she may not have been anything special, but like this she was a goddess, the answer to a frustrated middle-aged bachelors prayer.Other than the black leather harness and chains, she wore only her Bra and Knickers. The leather collar was about her neck, a chain at the back running down her spine and up through her crotch up over the black sexy knickers to the stitched leather garter around her waist and the leather cuffs binding her wrists, all of the threaded chains meeting together at the heart shaped padlock dangling from the collar just above her lace clad boobs, erotically nestling in her décolletage. For such a homely girl she has quite exotic taste in lingerie.I don’t know how long I stood staring at her, my mouth hanging open and my glasses slowly steaming up, but I was brought back to earth with a jolt by her voice.“OH for god sake, THIS is giving you an erection? I can see it bulging in your trousers!”I spun around and turned my back, it was true, I had a throbbing hard on, it had sprung up like a jack in the box and was threatening to burst my zipper.“Look,” she said a little more softly, but still with a fair amount of rage. “I am sorry I opened your parcel, I am sorry I messed with your private stuff, I am sorry I was curious and I am sorry I have gotten stuck in this humiliating situation, but please, help me get free and I’ll never mention this to anyone, so long as you don’t either.”I hardly dared turn back, I thought I might shoot my bolt in my pants in I did, but asked, “Where is the key?”“In my coat pocket,” she replied.I sidled over to the chair where her coat had fallen and retrieved the key from her pocket, then keeping my eyes down and concentrating on the lock, quickly unfastened it. I heard the clunk of the lock hit the floor and her sigh of relief as the chains were pulled out of their loops and the rip of Velcro as the collar and cuffs were unfastened.“OH thank goodness for that.” she sighed.Snatching up her coat, she told me I could turn around again.She was wearing her coat properly this time and the harness was laying on the floor with the lock.“I am so sorry,” she said. “And I’m so sorry I was so angry, you can’t imagine how humiliated I was to be caught like that.”“That is actually the idea,” I whispered.“I suppose it is when I think about it,” she replied. “Is it some kind of sex aid or something?”“Something like that,” my turn to be embarrassed.“Well it certainly seems to work, I’ve never seen a man get so hard so fast, not that I have seen a lot of men canlı bahis siteleri get hard, but still you’ve still got a bit of a stiffy going on there right even now.”Foolishly, I clasped my hands over my penis like some teenage virgin.“Sorry,” I whispered.“No no,” she said. “Quite a compliment really, if it was me and not just the whatyoucallit that was turning you on?”“Both,” I muttered again.That seemed to throw her and the false joke attitude stopped suddenly.“Really?” she asked. I noddedShe was blushing again, but this time not hard and inflamed but a rather cute little pink flush over her cheeks.“Honestly?” she asked again. “Well why not?” I snapped. “A young woman in her undies in my flat in the middle of the night, wearing well you know, all flushed and embarrassed. I’m only human, course I’m going to get exited.”“But me?” “Why not you?”“Well I’m hardly Miss Universe am I?” she looked down and pulled the coat a little tighter.“I think you’re quite pretty, you’ve good taste in lingerie and they match, I like that and you’re not too skinny,” I realised I was rambling so stopped mid sentence; to my surprise she looked disappointed.“Don’t stop,” she almost pleaded.“You would think no one ever gave you a compliment before,” I grunted feeling flustered and confused.“Not many have Mum and Dad but that doesn’t really count does it, you really like my underwear?” she asked coyly.“ ‘s very pretty”She let the coat fall open a little and pretended to be examining her own under clothes, “I suppose they are quite nice.”I turned away again and pleaded, “Please stop that, I’m getting very uncomfortable and if I get any harder it is going to start to hurt.”She closed up her coat and apologised, but more than a little reluctantly.“I’m sorry this is all very new to me,” she said. “Please don’t patronise me, “I snapped again “I don’t believe that for one moment, any woman can get any man, that’s just a fact.”She starred at me as if I had just landed in a spaceship, “Who told you that load of old cobblers? I’ve never had a boyfriend in my life and I’m…well I’m not that young anymore.”“I’m not talking about boyfriends,” “Then what are you talking about?”“SEX!”“Oh…sex,” she blushed again but this time more darkly. “Never been very good at that.”This left me at a total loss, how could a girl, let a lone a woman be ‘not very good’ at sex?“Men just don’t seem to find me, what’s the word, alluring, compared to other girls. Probably why I’ve never been married,” she explained.I nodded, “Me neither, never met Miss right I suppose, or maybe I don‘t measure up either. Look do you want that cup of tea now?” I demanded.She thought for a moment and then said, “Yes I think I will, so long as I’m not imposing?”I nodded again and went in to the kitchen to put the kettle on, it took a few minutes to boil, so I loaded up a tray with two teaspoons, an odd assortment of cups, a pint of milk still in the bottle and my present from Skegness sugar bowl.Two tea bags in the cups and a slash of water finished the deal.When I walked back in to the front room, it was all I could do not to drop the freaking lot.Annie was lying across the living room rug in front of the fire, no coat, but back in the harness and this time only her panties with it, her surprisingly firm breast allowed free.“Come and tell me some more about why you like these things you bad, bad, bad, boy.” she purred. “Oh and this time I didn’t do the chains up so tight.”

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