Neighbours in the Time of Covid-19

Prologue: This serialized story is ongoing and hopefully will have many chapters as the characters begin and develop their relationship. This chapter is the first and sets the stage for what happens next. From an erotic standpoint, it might be tame but I assure you dear reader that it gets better. The first couple of encounters are "in the can" and the rest of the story is still being written. Dianne is a willing participant despite not knowing she's being chronicled.

Chapter One

I have been working from home since mid-March 2020 and going a bit "stir crazy". Once the weather warmed up (finally) in late May, my wife and I started having most of our meals outside on the deck. We are both being very careful with respect to distancing and really not going anywhere that is not essential. Groceries are being delivered and contact with friends and family is by ZOOM.

Our neighbour next door is a three times divorced single woman who moved into her home last July. She was keeping much to herself until a couple of weeks ago when the had her backyard completely landscaped. Since then she's been outside watering and tending to the new plantings and we've seen her quite a bit and established a great neighbourly relationship. Dianne is also staying close to her house and only venturing out for essential items.

One day last week, my wife went out for a short trip to a local market to get some fresh fruits and vegetables. I was in the back taking a break from work and Dianne was watering her plants. We stuck up a conversation about the pandemic and she mentioned that she was getting very frustrated not being able to see her friends. She must have used the word "frustrated" 3 or 4 times before asking me if I felt frustrated by the physical distancing restrictions. When I agreed with her, she said that I was lucky to be married and able to only be frustrated by restaurant and park closures. By then it was fairly clear what was bothering her.

Not really knowing how she would react, and with the utmost of discretion I said, "Well, if you can think of anyway for me to help you, you can let me know...."

With that, I commented that her plants were thriving under her care and went back into the house and back to work. I did not see Dianne again for a about a week. She was tending to her yard while I was working and my breaks were out of sync with her schedule. Once when I was getting an Amazon package from my porch, I saw her pulling her car out of her driveway. She was wearing a mask so I assumed she was going to pick something up at a local store. She waved and I waved back.

Back at my desk, I wondered if our brief conversation would lead to anything.... Of course a limiting factor is that my wife is at home most of the time during the "shelter in place" rules in effect. These rules are not expected to be relaxed anytime soon. Over the next few days, a constant fantasy at the back of my mind was what Dianne and I could do if we were ever alone. Obviously I had no idea what she's "into" but for me, it would have to involve bondage, sexual torture and orgasm delay/denial. If she wanted to alleviate her "frustrations" she'd have to play by MY rules.... Great fantasies to have while working from home!!

While my wife and I continued to have lunch outside, and sometimes dinner I noticed that Dianne seemed to be outside more often at the same times that we were. Could be that she was being neighbourly. My wife and Dianne were spending more time chatting about her developing garden and a few times she asked me if I could spruce up our yard during the summer. She and Dianne also talked about their zooming with friends sessions and how much they both wished the pandemic would end.

Last Thursday my wife told me that she had been invited over to one of her friends homes to socialize with "the girls" at a distance. Abby has a large deck and assured everyone that there would be enough space to spread out and spend the afternoon sipping wine and socializing. Abby had planned this get-together for Sunday. My wife asked if it was OK with me and when I said that it was, she suggested that I could spend the afternoon deciding how to make our gardens look as nice as Dianne's.

On Friday, she mentioned her Sunday plans to Dianne who seemed genuinely happy that my wife was able to see her friends for an afternoon. Standing by the fence separating our two yards, Dianne looked straight at me while she spoke to my wife and said,

"You're very lucky to have friends that you can see. I'm frustrated that I can't see mine so easily. Maybe your luck will rub off on me......"

She seemed to put undue emphasis on the word "frustrated" but perhaps, it was just in my head.....

Saturday came and went and then it was Sunday. I spent the morning doing some yard work and fixing the fence on the opposite side of my yard. At about 10:30 Dianne appeared on her deck wearing a very tight T-shirt and very short cut-off jeans. I had never seen her in clothes like that before. I was busy with my chores, but I did happen to steal a few glances and it seemed as though she was also not wearing a bra. Her firm tits appeared to be beckoning me - in my mind's fantasy. We didn't speak, but she did seem to be making sure that I was aware of her presence. While I was working, she got out her garden hose and began watering her plants. She has one of those quick-connect attachments and at one point I heard her scream. I went to the fence to see what had happened. She was changing nozzles when the connection failed and ended up spraying her with cold water. She had yelped in surprise and ran to turn off the water. When she returned to the garden, her T-shirt was soaked and her nipples were clearly erect and protruding behind the wet T-shirt. It was all I could do to refrain from pulling out MY hose!

Regaining my composure, I asked if she was OK.

She smiled and relied, "It is now, too bad I soaked my clothes though. Hope I didn't scare you...." And she continued, "Sorry that I distracted you. It looks like you're working hard. Maybe too hard...."

Well, I was sure that my mind was in over-drive since I could not take my eyes off of her T-shirted tits, but she seemed to be emphasizing her pronunciation of "hard" a bit too much. And frankly, when she did - I could feel a rigidity building in my groin. And that was NOT my imagination. If she was teasing me, she was doing a decent job of it. Maybe she even soaked her T-shirt intentionally?

Anyway, Dianne went inside her house to change and I went back to my tasks. Shortly after that, my wife came out to the deck with our lunch. The weather was great and we had a relaxed meal. Dianne came back out just before we finished, wearing a loose fitting jersey and summery skirt. The change of attire was interesting since it was not at all provocative. No mention was made of the soaking incident while my wife and Dianne made small talk over the fence. I left them to chat while I cleared away the lunch dishes. While I was inside, I did wonder what the rest of the afternoon held in store....

When I went back outside, my wife and Dianne were wrapping up their conversation before my wife said her goodbyes to Dianne and I. And with that she was off to spend the afternoon at Abby's house socializing (safely) with her friends.

Before leaving, she said "I can't wait to see how you make out with the yard." And then she grabbed her purse and walked away.

After a few minutes, Dianne - sitting on her deck - said, "I hope you don't mind if I watch you work. You need a supervisor to make sure your wife will be pleased with the yard."

Of course I didn't mind and told her just that. I was happy to have the company actually and someone to share my ideas with. I started to make some re-design decisions and it was nice to have the banter. After a time, I got some paper and a pencil to do some sketches. While I was drawing, Dianne came to the fence...

"Frustrating to have something in your mind that you can't really realize on, isn't it....

I know EXACTLY what that's like."

That seemed like an opening for a bloody Mack truck, and I was certainly not going to respond. Especially since by now I decided that she had started the tease earlier in the week and was just waiting for this moment.

"Yes - frustrating to be sure. Is there something frustrating YOU too?" I queried, trying to appear nonchalant.

Dianne then coyly replied, "Actually there is, and I am hoping that you can help me. Why don't you put down your Picasso tools and come over so I can explain..."

Since there is a gap in the fence separating our two yards, it was an easy matter to get to hers discretely. I sat down in a chair on her deck and she asked if I'd like a beer. I did and she went inside and came back with one for each of us.

"You and your wife are very lucky to have each other, especially during this pandemic situation. And she even has her friends that she can go and visit. I don't have that luxury and seeing you has been giving me some 'nasty' thoughts. My friends with benefits aren't getting out much due to the virus and I'm not too sure that I'd want to see them since they could be carrying the virus and not know it. I see that you and your wife are being extra careful and it started me thinking.... I have not had, shall we say, 'intimate contact' since the lock-down in March and frankly, I miss it"

I was not expecting Dianne to be so forthright, but we were both mature adults dealing with an adult situation.

"So you're asking me to cheat on my wife," I said "with you? Because you're horny and frustrated?"

Dianne continued, "Are you offended - or interested? I'm not asking you to fuck me -necessarily - but I don't mind telling you that I need a mind-blowing orgasm."

Well, this was the kind of opening that I needed from her. She didn't know it yet, but she was going to end up being my personal, next-door BDSM slut in about 20 minutes. I just didn't know how to tell her that she'd get what she wanted if I got what I wanted. All my fantasies about having a whimpering, begging, orgasm-denied sex toy were about to come true......

We finished our beers and I suggested that we go in the house to pursue this matter more privately. Once in her living room, we sat on opposite sides of her coffee table.

I explained that I would be able to help her deal with her frustration but that there would be rules. Firstly, she'd have to let me take charge of all encounters. Secondly, she'd get the orgasms she craved, but they'd have to be earned. Thirdly, I alone would decide when and if she'd be allowed to cum. And lastly she'd have to agree to submit to my instructions and demands.

I must say that she was very confused by these rules. I think she thought that she'd found a neighbour who would be satisfied to eat her pussy in exchange for a blow job. She had no idea what I meant when I said she'd have to "earn an orgasm". So I sat quiet for a moment and let my words settle into her brain. She didn't say anything so I decided to take charge and see how she'd react.

"Dianne, stand up now." I said softly. This was my first instruction. "Now, put your hands behind your back - I'm going to ask you some questions."

Not surprisingly, she did as she was told.

I asked, "Did you understand the four things I told you? You may answer 'yes' or 'no'". For clarity, I am going to repeat the questions and you will answer me after each one."

"First - I will be in charge of our encounters. Do you understand that?" I asked.

Dianne responded "Yes" in a rather demure voice.

"Second - "You will earn any orgasm that I permit you to have. Do you understand that?"

I was not surprised to hear Dianne mumble "No, I don't understand." With that response, I stood up and slowly walked over to her. I told her to keep her hands behind her back, and reminded her that her allowed responses were 'yes' and 'no'. I asked if she understood that and she replied "Yes."

"Good", I continued "because your second response was inappropriate. Since you have acknowledged that I am in charge now, you will remove your top as a punishment for not following my instructions. When you have done so, you will again put your hands behind your back."

"When we have finished reviewing my questions, I will explain anything that you do not understand."

Dianne quickly pulled her jersey over head and let it drop to the floor beside her. She was wearing a sheer lacy bra that just barely covered her luscious tits. She returned to the position I demanded of her.

"Next - I alone will decide when and if you are allowed to cum. Do you understand that?" I asked.

Dianne answered by shaking her head and responding, "I - I - I'm not sure." I walked closer to her and put my hands on her cheeks. Looking straight into her eyes while holding her head, I said sternly

"Dianne, again you have used an inappropriate response. I told you SPECIFICALLY that you were to answer either 'yes' or 'no'. I have a reason for this. If you don't understand, then I can explain it to you. I'm not sure is not an answer that I can work with. I am going to let go of your face now. Take off your panties, hand them to me and then stand up again with your hands behind your back."

Dianne did as she was told, slipped her panties from under her skirt and handed them to me.

I continued, "Obviously you are not able to remember the words you are to use, and you are using words that are extraneous. So we'll continue and you will be non-verbal. Open your mouth, NOW!"

Dianne looked very surprised but opened her mouth as ordered. I balled up her panties and shoved them in. She closed her mouth with the panties inside and waited.....

"Now, Dianne - my dear - you may answer me by nodding your head 'yes' or 'no'. The panty gag should prevent you you breaking my rules. So, I'll repeat - I alone will decide when and if you are allowed to cum. Do you understand that?"

It was obvious that Dianne had never been in a situation like this before. She was very apprehensive and her eyes started to show signs of some trepidation. But on the other hand I could tell that she was mature enough to want to see where we were going. She hesitated in answering but finally had to shake her head to indicate 'no'.

My last point was that she'd have to agree to submit to my instructions and demands.

I repeated that for her as well and asked if she understood. I was very pleased when she nodded a 'yes' answer.

So there she was, standing in her bra and skirt, her panties in her mouth and hands behind her back, waiting for what's next. I had to explain a couple of things to her about earning an orgasm and not being in control of when or even if she'd be permitted to climax. I reminded her that I was in control and that she had accepted that at the outset.

Without prompting, she nodded 'yes' even though there was no question posed. I had to smile. She seemed to understand that she was being drawn into a submissive situation. To take advantage of her acceptance, I then had her remove her bra and skirt and stand before me with hands behind her back as before.

I took a deep breath as I surveyed her body. Blond shoulder length hair, firm breasts that looked like about 36C, perky nipples, flat tummy and closely trimmed pubic hair. Very yummy indeed. Her pussy lips were puffy and I could see a bit of a sheen so I surmised that she was a bit turned on by what she was experiencing. Very satisfying...

"Thank you," I said softly. "You have a great body and we are both going to enjoy using it fully. Let me explain the things that you did not understand. When we were outside, you intimated that you had not cum in a long time. And you wanted me to help with that. Well, here we are. I will help you with that, but you will have to comply with certain requests and tasks in order to earn an orgasm. If you do what you're told and please me, then your reward may be the climax that you crave. But I will decide if you are allowed to cum. Sometimes you may not please me enough and your orgasm will be withheld and sometimes you may think you've done everything that I've asked and still be denied a climax. But I can assure you, that when you ARE allowed to cum - it will be worth it. You will experience the most earth shattering orgasms you have EVER had."

While I was explaining, I saw Dianne more her feet slightly apart. Her breathing became a bit deeper and her nostrils flared. She was becoming aroused and I loved it! And then, I saw a small bead of moisture trickle down her right inner thigh... Pussy nectar! She was hooked and I just needed to reel her in.

"We are neighbours but you actually don't know too much about me. I have an interest in BDSM and that's why you're standing here, naked with your panties in your mouth. We are beginning a journey today and you will learn to appreciate being restrained and learning about the pain/pleasure continuum. Your body will exist for my pleasure and yours too. I will never hurt you or take you beyond agreed upon limits and you can stop any time you want."

I asked if she understood everything that I had just said and she again nodded 'yes'.

I took her panties out of her mouth so she could speak, but I admonished her not to do so without permission. I picked up her skirt and told her to go to her bedroom while I followed her. Once there, I ordered her to lie on her bed on her back, put her hands over her head and spread her legs. Her skirt quickly became a source of makeshift restraints as I tore the fabric into strips. She was about to say something and then remembered not to speak. It was easy to tie her hands to the latticed headboard and I had to use a couple of lengths of fabric to tie her ankles to the feet of her bed frame.

I sat down on the bed to admire her. Her pussy was quite soaked by now so even though she was likely not too comfortable with her new situation, her libido certainly was.

"I am going to show you how enjoyable a session with me can be. You have permission to speak now."

Dianne said, "What are you going to do to me?"

"Well, I am going to find out if you deserve to have that orgasm you invited me to provide for you. It will be intense and if you want me to stop at any time, all you have to do is say 'red' and I'll stop. I won't guarantee that you'll cum today. But you might. And if I stop, I'll untie you and go home. Are you ready to find out what this is like?"

Dianne was wide-eyed at the prospect of going somewhere she'd never been before. A small damp spot under her pussy started to form on her duvet. She was ready.....