Emma watched the large blue estate car pull away out of the driveway and pull slowly into the rush hour traffic. She had been observing the morning rituals of her new neighbours for a couple of weeks since they had moved in to the leafy suburb and she knew that the man's wife would be leaving for work about three hours later.
Thom, her husband, had also left for the office. Emma's own work emails were beginning to arrive on her laptop but this morning they would have to wait.
Through the large landscaped window across the dividing hedge, Emma caught a glimpse of the woman climbing the stairs. She was dressed in a white silk dressing gown which shimmered in the morning sunlight.
Emma stroked the rim of her coffee cup and walked up to her own bathroom to shower. The jets of water against her breast and nipples felt especially strong and her fingers lingered on her bare pussy as she rubbed the expensive shower gel over her body.
Ten minutes later she was dressed in a crisp white cotton shirt, jeans and ankle boots. She checked her reflection in the hallway mirror. The years had been good to her. At 42 she had retained her youthful looks and her large firm breasts were now even more prominent than in her 20s. Emma put it down to the combination of gym. a healthy diet and regular attention from her husband.
Emma increasingly found herself fantasising about breast bondage, both giving and receiving. After one particular boozy birthday lunch, she had found herself telling Thom to squeeze her tits as hard as he could and to pull her pink nipples out on their stalks. Emma's nipples seemed to have had a direct route to her clit and she had come without Thom touching her pussy.
Since then Emma had regularly browsed the web by herself, watching and reading about breast bondage, and had found herself masturbating to the images on the screen and in her mind. Still she had still not confided her desires to Thom. She often asked him to squeeze and scratch her breasts during their regular fuckings and her orgasms were always more powerful after the attention of his strong fingers and nails.
And then a few days ago she had observed her neighbour walk out to her patio with a glass of wine to take in the last of the evening sunshine. Emma watched the elegant mature woman and was convinced that she had seen a loop of rope around the woman's neck and disappearing under her long white tee shirt. Looking closely, Emma thought she had seen the dark rope through the thin cotton and she had noticed the woman's high black stilettos and black stockings contrasting with the casual top.
Intrigued, Emma had descended into her own garden so she could be closer to the woman. She could hear the music from a radio and Emma settled down on a garden chair.
A few minutes elapsed and then Emma had heard the sound of a car arriving next door, followed by the sound of French windows being slid open and a man's deep voice.
"Do you have your tits roped and oiled for me Babe?"
"Of course. Just as you like them. And ready for some hard attention I hope."
Emma gasped quietly as she heard the scrape of the patio furniture and then the click of the woman's heels on the flagstones.
As the window had been pulled shut Emma had pushed her hand down the front of her jeans and found her bare cunt slick with excitement.
When Thom had arrived that night, Emma had pushed him to the floor in the hallway, extracted his cock roughly from his trousers and fucked him hard from above, coming within seconds as she imagined what was happening in the neighbouring house.
Emma roused herself into the present and opened her front door. Her stomach fluttered but her curiosity and arousal guided her down her own driveway and up to the front porch of her neighbour.
The door opened and Emma was finally in her presence.
"Hi, I'm your neighbour Emma. I thought it would be nice to pop round and meet you and see how you're settling in."
Emma could feel her face flush slightly and her brain whirred.
"That's sweet. Do you have time for a coffee? I'm not in work for a couple of hours. I'm Rose. Please come in."
Emma followed the woman, who she guessed was in her early 50s, a decade older than herself, down the hallway into the brightly lit breakfast room. Emma could see the French window which she had heard slide open and shut just a few days earlier. She noticed the woman's shower-wet hair which cascaded down onto the shoulders of her silk dressing gown. The flecks of grey in the long brown tresses sparkled in the light.
Emma gradually relaxed as the coffee and the conversation began to flow.
Rose was a successful commercial solicitor with a portfolio of medium sized clients across the UK, Germany and the Middle East. She had met Rob, who was a partner in the company, twenty five years ago and they now had two grown up children, one boy training as a doctor in London and his elder sister working for a business consultancy in Singapore. Rose and Robert had moved to the house as part of downsizing - Emma smiled as she imagined how large the previous family home must have been.
Rose had decided to remain working part-time after her children had grown up.
"I enjoy working out and dealing with clients that I admire. I'm lucky to have the choice and I like to have the time for Rob. He works hard, travels a lot and I like to look after him and make him happy. It's important to look good for me as well."
Emma could see the effect of the gym on Rose's lithe body. Her eyes lingered on her large breasts covered by the silk and she saw her prominent cleavage and imagined the rope snaking down between them.
"I'm with you Rose. I can regularly work from home as a personal accountant and Thom is travelling across Europe as a sustainable design consultant. The kids are pretty independent now - they're both away for the summer at language schools - and I try to look after myself but still wish I had more time."
"You look good Emma. Thom must be proud of you. Another coffee?"
The two women relaxed further and their conversation ranged from work, children, holidays and planned trips and hobbies.
At last Emma felt the time was right.
"We're planning our next break in Cyprus and I'm looking for some new beachwear. I couldn't help but notice the black bikini you were wearing in the back garden a couple of days ago. Do you mind me asking where you bought it?"
Rose looked confused. "Bikini? It's not been warm enough for sunbathing and to be honest I tend to go topless.in my garden. Are you sure?"
Yes, you were wearing a long white tee shirt over the top of it."
Rose suddenly understood.
"That wasn't a bikini Emma... that was a roped bra."
"Sorry, I've never heard of that. Is it a new fashion?"
Rose laughed out loud. She was warming to the conversation and was touched by Emma's apparent innocence.
"You could say that. Rob and I designed it together. He likes me to wear it regularly. Look, I need to leave soon for a business meeting. I'll be back for 5pm. If you're around I'd be happy to design one for you?"
"Yes please Rose. I'd really like that."
Back in her own house, Emma complimented herself. It could not have gone better. Rose thought she was sexually naive and was already beginning to take a dominant role with her. A brisk walk and then a long bath and pampering to make sure she was totally smooth and 5pm would soon be here.
Emma knocked again at Rose's door. This time Emma wore a long white tee shirt, with no bra, and a tight fitting black skirt over her red stockings and suspenders. Her stilettos matched her bright red lipstick and she knew she looked good. This was confirmed when she saw the admiring look in Rose's eyes.
"Come in sexy Emma. I'm going to enjoy this."
They walked through to the kitchen again.
