It would have been a working class neighborhood, except hardly anyone who lived there worked. It was built in the prosperous early sixties, a suburb of a large Southern city. It was a bedroom community. About ten miles out from the city. The low slung ranch homes didn't look too prosperous now. The trees and shrubs planted by the builders were now tall and overgrown. Some yards had cars parked in them that hadn't been moved in over a year. Mostly older retired folks, white middle class, and younger hispanic families lived there. There were a few younger couples and single folks too, people who didn't have what you would call dual income households.
I was a single income family now. The whole dot com thing did me in. Then my wife did me in when the money stopped. The divorce was bad, real bad. She decided to become the wife of an insurance salesman, his third wife. She did me a favor though. She never was much of a wife. Married out of college, we had more sex in the year before we married than the six years we were. She got everything. All I got was my laptop, a recliner and a portable TV.
That's why I was here now. Shortly after the divorce my mother died and I inherited a little money, enough to pay cash for one of these homes in a run down neighborhood and get some furniture. Had to pay cash, the divorce ruined my credit. Not much furniture, but at least a desk and a table and some chairs. I got an old antique bed that was in my mom's attic. I bought a new mattress. It looked out of place in the bedroom, this huge four poster bed with a high hand carved head board in my tiny bedroom all by it self. I put my desk in there, by the window. At least I could see out the back of the house from there. It helped to look out the back window. My back yard backed up to another back yard. Whoever lived there had planted all sorts of ornamental shrubs and flowers. It was kind of a bright spot in an otherwise depressing neighborhood. Maybe someday I would buy some curtains. The divorce had left me feeling emasculated, buying curtains was just not something I felt up to.
I really wasn't feeling like getting a job. I had looked but the market was overflowing with people in my line of work. I never like running with the herd, especially one as pathetic as this one. Since it was a small town I figured I could pick up some business doing website design and consulting for some of the small businesses around here. They still had small family owned businesses here. Unlike most suburban areas this one never got a Wal-Mart, or a Blockbuster it just didn't have the demographics for it.
I had been divorced for over nine months. Spring was near. The wild onions, henbit, and other spring weeds were coming up in the lawn. A wild wisteria vine was blooming on the power line that ran between my backyard and the one behind it. It made a nice frame for the house behind mine, that looked from the back to be of the same floor plan. I hadn't seen the old woman who lived there in her back yard all winter, but now she would come out from time to time to clean up the yard and the flower beds. I had never spoken to her. I felt guilty about not being a good neighbor and all, but I didn't want to be here too long. It didn't seem wise to form any attachments. Then one day saw a young girl out in the back with the old woman. It was her shape that I noticed first. Her ass to be more specific. It was perfect, ripe, round, like a fruit at its peak, like you only see on young girls. It was desirable fruit, probably forbidden fruit. She looked too young, but I didn't care. I hadn't had sex in nearly a year, and seeing her made me feel like a man again, lusty, driven, and wanting to posses her. She wore tight hip hugging jeans over long slim legs, a t-shirt that exposed her belly, flat smooth and slim waisted and she wore heels. I thought to myself how easily my hand would slip down the front of her low waisted jeans and into her pussy. Pussy, god I needed some pussy. I had forgotten how much I needed it. Her hair was long and brown, her eyes dark, full lips, with tanned skin. She was talking to the old woman. I tried to think of some reason to go out and start up a conversation. Then I realized how obvious it would be, since I had never even introduced my self to the old lady. The girl hugged the old lady and left.
She looked too young for me, probably only eighteen or nineteen. At thirty seven she would only think me some kind of creep if I came on to her. Later I decided to go to the corner grocery. It was one of those that included a video rental, and tanning beds. Maybe I would rent a movie from the "mature" section and get rid of some tension I thought. When I got there I pretended to look at the new releases, but I was scanning the shelves looking for the adult section. All I found were some cheesy Playboy channel tapes. I picked up one anyway. When I got to the counter, the kid looked at the title and told me he couldn't rent that tape since he was only sixteen and it was an adult title. He hollered into the back office and out came the owner, a woman, a very attractive woman, not what I expected. She looked about my age or a maybe a few years older. She was blond, long legged, in heels of all things. She had an hour glass figure and was proud of it judging by the tightness of her sweater and pants. She had full hips and a nice bust line. I wondered if they were real. She looked sort of trashy, but in a very desirable way. Hell, it didn't matter to me. She looked at the tape and smiled.
"I seriously doubt you want to watch this. This is crap."
I wasn't sure what she meant.
"Follow me, I will show you the good stuff."
I followed her behind the counter into a back room. The walls were lined with more tapes than she had out front. There was a small sofa and TV/VCR on a table.
"What is your preference? Don't be embarrassed. I am kind of a connoisseur myself. Girl/girl, Boy/Girl, D/s, Gay?.... no, you are definitely not Gay, but us girls like to watch a couple of well hung guys sometimes."
I was taken aback, not sure what to say. My better judgment told me to excuse myself, but being in a room with that much porn, a hot understanding woman, and having my libido back was just too much.
"You can even preview them. I'll leave you alone. The TV works if you want to check them out. Just take your pick and let me know. I'll be out by the counter. I will have to close soon though so don't take too long."
I had never seen this much porn! My ex hated it. It was degrading she said. Me always begging her for sex was what was degrading! There must have been hundreds of tapes! I couldn't make up my mind, so I just picked one at random from the Girl/Boy section and popped it in the VCR. It was typical, some silicone babe giving some guy a blow-job at the drop of a hat and him slipping his cock right into her shaved pussy from behind. It was all so easy in a skin flick, no begging, no endless foreplay trying to get her wet enough to slide my dick in her. This was great. As the movie played I looked for some more tapes. The time must have passed quicker than I thought.
"Have you found what you want? I need to close. Oh, I see you've got one playing now. Sometimes there is nothing quite like good ole straight fucking I always say," she smiled looking at the TV.
"I am sorry, I didn't know closing time was so near."
"It wasn't, but I sent the kid home and locked up anyway. Would you like to watch a movie with me?"
"Huh, yeah, sure, I guess," I stammered, surprised by my good fortune. "You hardly know me though. Are you sure?"
"Well, we both like porn. You aren't wearing a ring, and you are new around here. That is all I need to know. Sit down lets watch the flick and we can get to know each other."
Strangely enough we sat on the sofa and began talking. I guess I needed to talk. I had been alone for so long. I told her about my marriage, my divorce, losing my job, and all about what I did for a living. She really seemed interested. She kept looking into my eyes, resting her hand on my shoulder in a sympathetic gesture. We lost interest in the flick.
"You sound like you have really been through it. I just hate bitches that use you like your ex did and then dump you when you have some bad luck. I hope you don't mind but I hate her already. It sounds like she didn't really appreciate what she had. Believe me, I have had my troubles with men myself.
"You know every single woman around here has been talking about you. You are a very hot item among the gossips. You don't look like the type of man that usually hangs around here. I have to warn you, you are in a small town now and everyone knows everyone. If they don't know the story on somebody they will just make it up. You can't really know what the truth is and what isn't. Me, I am straight up with everyone. I have no secrets. Hell, everyone in this town and the next rents my videos. I know all their dirty secrets so they don't give me a hard time."
"You know neither of us seems too interested in this movie. Let me put something in that is more my type of video. After all I am buying," she said with a big smile.
She got up and pulled a tape out of the drawer in the table where the TV sat and replace the tape I had picked out.
"You let me know if this makes you uncomfortable, but I have to say, this stuff makes me so damned hot..."
I sat quietly and watched the TV. I wondered how this was going to turn out. It seemed too easy. Had I been married too long? Maybe she just wanted to watch the tape. Maybe I should make a move? The movie was set in some old Victorian Mansion owned by a woman. In the opening scene she had a girl tied over a horse in a bedroom and was using a crop on her ass. The woman was some sort of a dominatrix I figured. Dressed in leather boots, a leather thong, and leather bustier she looked very hot. She was verbally abusing the girl tied to the horse, calling her a slut, a whore and telling her how much she was going to like what she was going to do to her. The girl seemed to enjoy the treatment judging by how easily the dominatrix slid the handle of the crop into her ass. It was turning me on but I still felt uncomfortable with this new acquaintance sitting by me.
"Don't you like it? Damn, I would love to do that."
"Do you like girls?" I asked.
"No, I hate the competition. And once you have had a good man... well, I guess you have to be a woman to understand. I have experimented with other women but found it not for me. But, I would love to do that some little smart ass bitch. Know what I mean? Haven't you ever wanted to have some woman tied down and show her who was boss? I mean really humiliate her in the most personal way, sexually, make them your fucking slave. I am sorry, maybe I am offending you?" she asked.
"No, I just have never met anyone like you. You have only just met me."
"Maybe so, but I have had you on my mind since you moved in and like I said you'd be surprised out much people around her talk about someone new. You are a good looking man and now that I have met you I know you are smart too, with all that knowledge about computers and stuff. Let's watch some more."
The scene continued with the dominatrix tying the girl in various ways, punishing her with clamps, paddles, and whips. The woman whose name I still didn't know was sitting closer to me now, studying my face as I watched. She placed her hand on my shoulder.
"You know what I hate about these movies? They never show them actually doing anything when someone is tied up. I guess it is a legal thing. I wish sometimes I could watch movie and see someone being fucked or made to lick some pussy. Watch them struggle, watch them being forced to enjoy something....
I was getting more turned on by what she was saying than the movie. I began to squirm in my seat. "Yeah, I know what you mean," I replied, trying to hide my arousal. She leaned across my lap now and took her hand and grabbed my crotch.
"Just like right now. I am making you do something that you think you shouldn't be doing, but in reality you know you want to do you?"
I said nothing. She squeezed me harder and smiled at me.
"Don't you?"
I moaned and nodded my head yes.
"Have you ever been tied up?"
