Denise and Eileen

Denise and Eileen Neighbours Extraordinaire Pt 2

In part 1 we met Denise, a forty something divorcee, struggling with injury following an accident but who commenced a new female led relationship with her young house mover Daniel. His training carried on in the subsequent weeks and Denise was delighted how he took to being her submissive house boy, although she drew the line at moving him in to her flat.

The training will be detailed in later parts but for now Denise would like to tell how she met her neighbour, who continued to spank her boyfriend and who Denise continued to eavesdrop on. She thought it would be rude not to actually and the spankings varied in length and severity but never failed to turn Denise on as she listened using the stethoscope.

I think in Part one the description of Denise was missing a little detail and perhaps the easiest way is to tell you who she looks like. There is a Brit tv reporter called Tanya Arnold, and Denise is very like her but blonde rather than brunette. Now I don't have the skills to photoshop shoulder length blonde hair onto Tanya, but I'm sure one of you can.

Back to the story: Things changed one evening as Daniel left, having given her a delicious tongue bath culminating in two massive orgasms, but which left Denise wanting even more.

Denise had taken to trying to hurry to the front door whenever she heard anything on the landing and looking through the spy glass to see if her neighbour could be accosted so that they might get more acquainted. Her injury was healing and she still needed the stick to walk, but at least now she had been able to get fucked in a few more positions, especially doggy with Daniel standing behind her at the side of the bed fucking her hard and balls deep, all 7 thick inches until he begged her to be allowed to come, denied of course, then ordered to kneel and lick her cunt clean. Her slave had come to love the taste of her cunt cream and in the course of that evening had been able to lick her to orgasm twice, with some good hard shafting before, between and after. She was waiting for the right moment to introduce him to licking her post coitus but really wanted to do it once she was completely fit.

Denise had seen the neighbour and bf together either entering or leaving the flat next door but she really wanted to meet her on her own. It happened quite by chance one weekend, Daniel had just left and on his way down the stairs. He'd just gone out of sight and Denise was about to close her door when she heard him say "Good evening." It prompted her to stand with the door ajar, and completely forgot how she was dressed, in a long colourful silk kimono, barely belted and plunging down to the waist. She heard the single reply, a woman's voice and could barely contain herself when the curly haired brunette appeared wearily up the stairs.

"Hi."

The brunette looked up, she looked wiped out, her blue trenchcoat wet from the rain that had persisted down all day.

"Oh hello." she got to the landing between the two front doors and delved into her bag for her keys. She struggled to find them.

"Isn't your husband in?" Denise asked.

"No, but he's not my husband, just ..." her voice trailed away as she continued to scrabble about in the enormous bag.

"Hard day?"

"Yeah, exhausting. I'm beginning to hate feet." which both threw and confused Denise.

The brunette looked up from the bag at Denise and offered an explanation "I run a shoe shop."

"Aahh."

The delving continued without success.

"You look as if you could do with ..." Denise said and paused momentarily, thinking "a good hard fucking with an 8 inch strap on." but instead said "a hot bath and a glass of wine."

"Oh god" the brunette threw her head back "a bath! Haven't had a bath for ages!" she exclaimed, then turned her head towards Denise continuing "the previous owner took the bath out. I've got a walk in shower but it's not the same."

"And I've got the bath but could do with the shower." replied Denise.

"We should swap." said the brunette.

"Not sure if my young man is ready for that."

The brunette looked at her quizzically.

"I do enjoy an OTK session." said Denise randomly, then extended her hand "I'm so sorry, I'm Denise, friends call me Denny."

"Eileen...Eileen" replied the brunette with a snorted giggle

Denise mused that she was no Shania Twain but she had a nice smile, full red lips, pale skin and very dark hair, tall and nicely curvaceous, but it was her eyes that Denise focussed on: bright blue highlighted by smoky eye shadow. Except that her hair was curly she looked a bit like another Brit tv presenter called Christine Bleakley but with ice blue eyes rather than brown.

Eileen flourished her keys with a "Ta-da!"

"If you want to borrow the bath I could start filling it." Denise said matter of factly, leaning provocatively back against the door frame, raising her injured leg up so that her foot was against the frame, causing her kimono to fall slightly open which Denise clutched together in her fist. She was naked underneath but Eileen couldn't see anything other than her leg.

"I have wine, and although I only have pinot grigio or prosecco, it is cold" said Denise.

Eileen had turned away towards her door, her intention being to open the door then turn back and say her goodbyes. When she turned back she couldn't help but stare at her neighbour, who promptly almost fell as her leg gave way, which kind of spoiled the provocative allure of the pose.

The pain in her hip nearly cut her in half and she audibly gasped.

Eileen fairly jumped across the landing to offer assistance but Denise regained her balance if not her composure and said thank you while waving aside her assistance.

"Will you be ok?" Asked Eileen.

"I'll be ok once the wine is opened." she tried to sound upbeat but the pain had been intense.

"Just let me drop this and I'll help."

Eileen went back to her front door, took off her coat and put her bag inside, closed the door and locked it, pocketing the keys in her dress pocket before returning to Denise's door only to find her gone and the door wide open.

She went inside closing the door behind her and glanced around the flat. It was a mirror image of her own. She looked into the bedroom as she passed and was shocked to see a stethoscope and a length of thin rope, more like red parachute cord hanging off the headboard which was of an elaborate wrought iron design and handcuffs hanging near the pillows. Eileen was taken aback, fuck this was kinky but, she mused, whatever floats your boat.

She went past towards the living room and looked to her right at the sound of running water turning on, Denise was bent over the bath, testing the water, then stood up and said "it'll take a while."

Eileen smiled at her. "Are you ok?"

"Yes, this hip sometimes gives way. It's getting better, but it's taking longer than I hoped."

"Is it an injury?"

"Yes, I fell just before I moved here."

"l didn't know if it was an injury or disability?" Eileen shrugged "I didn't like to ask."

"Oh right, of course." She flourished her hand in the water which was warm and welcoming but which Denise found a trial to get in and out of whenever Daniel wasn't there to help.

"Right, help yourself to bubbles there and there and I will go and open the vino."

Denise walked past her and closed the door after Eileen stepped inside.

It took but a minute to open the wine and pour into two glasses, but she needed to get her stick and could only carry one glass at a time. She got to the closed bathroom door, leaned on the door frame, knocked and said "Are you decent?" hoping the answer was yes but the reality no.

She swung the door open. Eileen was already in the bath, the bubbles covering her up to the neck. She must have disrobed in record time, her clothes lying in a pile on the floor topped with black underwear and a tangled pair of black tights, which Denise recognised as suspender tights, which had all the elegance and sexuality of stockings but without the impracticality. Denise loved wearing stockings especially in the bedroom and until her accident had adored the way men looked at her when she wore high heels with seamed stockings.

"I think I went overboard with the bubbles." she laughed.

Denise handed her the glass.

"Aren't you having one?"

"Yeah, I just couldn't carry it, anyway you relax and we can talk later."

Denise turned towards the door and just as she limped out she reached up and took the bath sheet off the hook on the back of the door leaving just a small towel, maybe two feet by one, and closed the door behind her with a sly grin on her face.

She went into the kitchen picked up her wine and saluted Eileen her through the wall and took a long sip.

From there she went across the hall into the sitting room and picked out a record. She loved vinyl, and selected David Bowie's Station to Station album easing herself onto the sofa and settled back to the synthesised steam train pulling out of the station.

As side one finished she stood to go and turn it over when the bathroom door opened and Eileen's head popped round.

"Er, Denise, do you have a bigger towel?"

"Oh, sorry it must be on the bed."

Eileen glanced across the hall and could see the purple bath sheet lying on the gold quilt cover and was sure it wasn't there before. But covering herself as best she could with the minute towel she ventured across the hall once she was sure Denise was facing the other way. Denise had put side two of the record on and turned towards the door as Eileen crossed over into the bedroom. She hurried as best she could to the door and looked round it just in time to see Eileen pick up the bath sheet and drop the hand towel she had clutched in front of her. Her back was spattered with foamy bubbles. Denise admired the view momentarily, wide hips nice arse and powerful but shapely legs. She pulled back as Eileen turned and wrapped the towel around her.

"I've found it!" the brunette called out and Denise walked around the corner and stood in the bedroom door, admiring the view of her towel clad neighbour.

Eileen spoke first. She held the towel up with her left hand and waved airily towards the bed head.

"You have some interesting.." she searched for the right word "accoutrements. Are you a doctor?"

"No, I'm a nurse practitioner."

"Oh, right and you need rope and handcuffs for that?"

Denise laughed, and immediately decided she liked this girl.

"No, but I sometimes like to tie him to the bed."

"And then check for a pulse?"

"Oh no, that's to listen to a certain someone being spanked by his Mistress."

Eileen was stunned into silence and visibly blushed.

The silence seemed to last an eternity, before Denise said "More vino?" and turned on her heel, the good one and went into the kitchen and opened the fridge.

When she closed it, Eileen was standing there.

"How long?"

"How long what?"

"Have you been spying on me?"

"Spying? Not spying, definitely not spying."

"Well what would you call it?" Eileen raised her voice with a hint of indignation.

"I heard you one night, God knows it was loud enough! I could hardly ignore it. I fucking tried, I really did, but..."

"I'm sorry, sometimes..." her voice trailed off.

"If it's any consolation, it sounds fantastic and you obviously do it to a very high standard."

"Oh, thanks." Replied Eileen, quite lost for words.

"Come on, let's sit down and we can compare notes."

The rest of the evening was filled with laughter and more wine, Denise brought another silk kimono for her guest once she had dried off and in no time the two barely clad women were swapping notes on how they liked spanking so much. Denise hadn't got Daniel to the right place yet to introduce him to it, hadn't felt strong enough on her feet, but intended to do it once she was fit.

"I could spank him for you." said Eileen, taking a large swallow of Dutch courage.

"Well I want to do it myself. I do love to see a nice pink arse."

"I didn't mean you couldn't watch."

Denise felt a lovely tingle in her cunt at the thought of watching Eileen spank Daniel.

"Shall I call him to come back? He only lives a few miles away!" asked Denise with a smile on her face.

Their histories were soon exchanged, Denise divorced from a small cocked selfish bastard, which Eileen sympathised with except that her own husband, from whom she was only separated had a big cock, like nearly 8 inches, which was just about the only thing she missed about him.

Denise's story of her and Daniel both intrigued and delighted Eileen, the only detail she held back was the fact he had a nice long thick cock.

Eileen then began to tell about her and her guy. He was two years her senior and she had met him only weeks after she got married some four years before. But he had kissed her completely out of the blue one night, a tender probing kiss, which he broke and whispered to her "I'd love to taste more of you." and it had had developed quickly from there. He might not have been as well endowed as her husband but he was very sweet, always ready to get on his knees and was a bit kinky, which Eileen never considered she was before that. However once she got her teeth into it she absolutely loved it, especially the spanking and the cunt licking which always accompanied it, both before and after. Eileen enquired where he was and Eileen had snorted that he had gone back to his hometown, over an an hour away on the train for the football and his fucking mothers fucking cooking. Denise smiled at the derision.

While Eileen was talking Denise was listening intently, sitting sideways on on her good hip as it happened, her arm on the back of the sofa. Eileen sat next to her, she smelt beautiful from the intense bath pearls and, when a curly lock of hair fell onto Eileen's brow, without thinking Denise reached up and brushed it aside. Eileen stopped talking just as she was saying something about "spunk" and Denise opened her eyes wide and whispered "I love spunk."

"Me too."

"You were saying?"

"Er, I don't know, it was about my guy, he comes a lot and it flies everywhere."

"Hmm, yeah Daniel too, when I allow him to wank in front of me."

"I love watching a man wank himself."

"Me too."

Their voices had gone very quiet and Eileen's heart had started to pound as the blonde took the errant curl and wrapped it around her finger. Denise definitely preferred men but wasn't adverse to the occasional girl-on-girl action. Her and her three girlfriends, all married, used to go on city breaks quite often and she always knew to room with Angel rather than with her bff Helen. Helen knew why but as she herself wasn't in any way bi she accepted that if they failed to pick up men then Denise and Angel would still have a good session.

Eileen on the other hand had never considered sex with a woman, she was quite content with cock and had never failed to get any since she was eighteen.

They had fallen silent and the record had finished, the only sound being the crackle of the wood burner in the hearth which emanated waves of heat into the room courtesy of the fan sitting on top of it. A piece of wood cracked loudly in the fire which startled Eileen and she put her hand on her chest more to hide her ragged breath than anything.

"You really are very lovely Eileen." said Denise.

"Thank you, you are too. Daniel is a very lucky boy."

"Yes he is, but he has still to be trained in certain things."

"Like what?"

Denise took a swig of wine, swallowed then turned to the brunette who was looking at her intently.

"Do you know what clean up duties are?"

To be cuntinued in Part 3 where the two ladies get to know each other better.