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From: dreamer <dreamer@nym.alias.net>
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Subject: My naughty neighbor Diane
Date: 27 Jun 1997 14:21:16 +0200
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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?