From dreamer@nym.alias.net Fri Jun 27 08:21:16 1997 Path: news1.infoave.net!news-dc-10.sprintlink.net!news-dc-2.sprintlink.net!news-east.sprintlink.net!news-dc-26.sprintlink.net!news-peer.sprintlink.net!news.sprintlink.net!Sprint!feed1.news.erols.com!dispatch.news.demon.net!demon!fido.news.demon.net!demon!newsgate.unisource.nl!xs4all!basement.replay.com!mail2news-gw From: dreamer <dreamer@nym.alias.net> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: My naughty neighbor Diane Date: 27 Jun 1997 14:21:16 +0200 Organization: mail2news@replay.com Message-ID: <19970627121952.7384.qmail@nym.alias.net> NNTP-Posting-Host: basement.replay.com X-XS4ALL-Date: Fri, 27 Jun 1997 14:21:21 CEST X-To: mail2news@basement.replay.com X-Mail2News-Info-Url: http://www.replay.com/mail2news/ X-Mail2News-Errors-To: postmaster@replay.com Lines: 117 My neighbor Diane is a divorced woman in her 40s. She's not a knock-out, but she's definitely an attractive woman, maybe 5'5" tall, 125 lb, curly dark-brown-almost-black hair. Medium sized and well-shaped breasts, and great hips and ass. I've seen her sunbathing on her back deck several times wearing a bikini, and marveled that she looks at least 10 years younger than her true age, perhaps because she's never had any children. Some time ago, Diane gave us a key so we could keep an eye on her house when she travelled, which she does frequently. Usually my wife took care of this, picking up her mail, watering her plants and just generally keeping an eye on things. Yesterday though, the UPS man left a large package at Diane's front door, and I thought I'd put it inside so it didn't attract any attention. I let myself in with the key, and moved the box just inside the door. Diane's house was very quiet with no one home. As I prepared to leave, a wicked thought struck me. From the mail that Diane received in the past, Victoria's Secret catalogs, Frederick's of Hollywood, etc, I had always wondered about how she dressed under her professional woman's, fashionable-but-demure dresses and suits. I decided to find out. I quickly walked up the stairs to Diane's bedroom. Everything was very neat. Bed, bedstands on each side, TV/VCR on a stand in the corner, large dresser with a big mirror on top (nicely facing the bed). I opened one top drawer of Diane's dresser, and hit the jackpot! It was stuffed to overflowing with lingerie. I started to finger through the jumble. There was everything from subtle-but-sexy white, lace edged panties to brightly colored bras and bikinis. But she definitely had a penchant for lace. There wasn't anything plain in the whole pile. I kept digging, not worrying about making a mess because everything was just thrown in there in a jumble. Then my fingers felt something hard through the silk. It turned out to be a white plastic penis-shaped vibrator. My heart pounding, I dug some more and uncovered a small collection of sex toys. Besides the vibrator, there was a long, much thinner dildo; the vision of Diane sliding it in and out of her rectum flashed through my head. There was also a thick white envelope, folded over and wraped with a rubber band. I could barely contain myself as I quickly opened it. Inside the envelope was a stack of maybe 15-20 photos and some hand-written letters. I slowly flipped through the photos. They were hot! Some showed Diane wearing various lingerie items that I had seen in the drawer, and looked as if they had been snapped while she was doing a strip tease dance for someone. In some others, she was naked, her hands cupping her full breasts, showing her rock-hard nipples. Diane on her bed, on her back, legs spread and her hands on her thighs holding herself spread open, looking straight at the camera with a very aroused look on her face. Diane on her hands and knees with her legs spread a little, taken from the back, the view a guy would see as he was coming up behind her to put his cock into her doggie style. There were also some Polaroids of Diane sucking some guy's cock, taken from above by the guy looking down at her. Diane was on the edge of her bed, adn he was standing alongside. Dear reader, if you can imagine, my cock was now as hard as stone! I had undone the top of my jeans and pulled them down, and I was sitting on Diane's bed now, the pictures spread out before me, slowly stroking my shaft. I went to Diane's dresser and took out a pair of French white satin and lace panties and wrapped them around my cock and continued stroking myself with the silky fabric. My cock was drooling precum. I was so aroused with the raunchy thoughts going through my head about my naughty neighbor Diane. At that point, almost out of idle curiousity, I unfolded the letters and began to read. Most were written to one man, Rick, who I knew to have been a regular boyfriend for some time, but he gradually stopped appearing for reasons unknown. Diane wrote to him about her sexual feelings and her needs. She confessed that she loved to be dominated by a strong man, used, told what to do, talked dirty to, fucked relentlessly, forced to suck cock and swallow the cum. She confessed to masturbating to these fantasies, and told John that she hoped he would understand and give her what she needed. Maybe John didn't like this and that was why he gradually disappeared. But it turned me on something fierce! I continued reading. Some of the other papers were written fantasies that Diane had thought of and written down. I read slowly, savoring them. Then my jaw dropped and I froze. I saw my name. Diane was writing about me, her neighbor. She was describing a fantasy where I come into her house one night while she is sleeping and just take her sexually, completely dominating her. Her fantasy continued about how she was so hooled by this that from that day on it became a regular thing for me to come to her, with her as my sex slave, and she had to always do as I wished. This fantasy went on at length, with Diane describing various things I do to her in her fantasy! I couldn't believe it! I looked at the pictures and re-read parts of her fantasy, stroking my cock with Diane's panties, and soon I erupted a geyser of cum, which I caught in her panties. To say it was a good one would be an understatement! I was drained! As I calmed down a little, I realized that I had been inside for quite some time, and figured I better leave before I got discovered. I carefully put things back approximately where I had found them, deposited Diane's cum-soaked panties in her hamper, and made my way out. I'm sure you can imagine that my head was filled with all kinds of thoughts from what I had found. Foremost was the thought of making Diane's fantasy into a reality. This is where I am right now. I'm trying to decide whether to do it or not, and exactly how to go about it so if things don't go as planned, I don't get caught. What would you do?