| Straight: BDSM: Mr Norton From Next Door (1/6) |
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He was fifty-odd and just a little overweight, around five-nine, and beginning to go bald. Though he was a pleasant man he always came across as a serious sort, smiling but never laughing; a friendly man, always ready to help out. I was not tall, five feet four aged twenty-five, but with generous well shaped breasts, though not massive and my shapely legs and hips made men admire and look twice. It felt funny, in a weird sort of way to notice that the safe Mr Norton was ogling me. That day, I was leaning against the kitchen worktop on the phone to my friend while the man was bent down under the sink tightening a loose joint. I first noticed his crafty looks trying to see that little bit further up my skirt as he shifted around. Never would I have associated Mr Norton with anything remotely connected to sex, which was why it all seemed strange. (I never would have imagined that he ever thought of me in a sexual way.) Was he getting hard – did he fantasise what it would be like to fuck me? I wasn’t even sure just how much he could see. Up to that point I had been having a joke with my friend about what opportunities I would have to misbehave the following week given that my husband was going away and hadn’t meant it to sound as though we really did intend to go off the rails; Mr Norton clearly wouldn’t have known that. I felt devilish and wicked, moving my hips and turning my body to the side I teased the man keeping just far enough away to prevent him from seeing all the way up to my crotch. “Yeah!” I told my friend knowing the man was listening, “I was ready for some excitement; we will go out and make the most of my freedom.” Norton caught my eye and the look on his face sent a shiver through me. Suddenly there was a sexual charge in the air; to him, in his mind I was making serious plans, sexual plans, letting him hear every word while I stood over him, happily allowing him to ogle and lust over me, see up my skirt, (well, most of the way!). I looked down at the man while he gazed up at me, our eyes fixed on each other. “I have a man here now,” I told my friend (who was already aware that it was only old Mr Norton who was there with me) lowering the tone and volume of my voice, “But he won’t say anything – he won’t tell on me.” I covered the receiver so Brenda’s raucous laughter couldn’t be heard. Wickedly I dared to take a small step nearer to the man, not being too obvious I let a foot slide making my thighs spread wider as I leaned sideways on to the counter. It felt terrific and exciting, such bad behaviour – now I knew he really would be able to see the gusset of my panties. In my head I couldn’t decide whether I should eventually confess to him that I was only joking and teasing him about going out on the town or whether to test his loyalty, say nothing but tell my husband all about it and see if he got a call from our neighbour. Brenda had to go, so |
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