Rachel stretched lazily on the lounge chair and shifted so the sun could kiss other areas of her body previously shadowed. It was a perfect day in May and after a whole week of work, she felt she needed a day just to unwind and enjoy herself. She finished reading a trashy romance novel, her dark sunglasses giving relief from the bright glare of the sun. She normally didn't read these kinds of novels, but she just wanted to let her brain relax and enjoy the sensuality of the hero and damsel in distress. It was the usual story line of damsel being rescued, and promptly hating Hero because she did not think she needed rescued, then when Hero was tired of being pushed away, fell into another's arms. Suddenly damsel realizes how much she loves him, and she spends months hunting him down. They ended up together making mad passionate love. It was almost disgusting how Hero took damsel in the end, forcing her to do things that she thought were so barbaric... but yet Rachel felt herself getting hot and wet, and it had nothing to do with the sun. She silently chided herself for her arousal.
Rachel was a big voluptuous girl, her huge breasts gave her plenty of attention, but because she was just as plump in her tummy and bottom, thick heavy thighs... not many men really care to do much more than gawk down her shirt. She accepted this, it wasn't that she didn't want to have a boyfriend or anything, but she knew it would take someone special to really appreciate what she had. And she was willing to wait. She was just 32, still young enough to find that special someone, she wasn't worried. But it did not make the constant desire and sensuality that she exuded become any more diminished. She felt like she was constantly in a state of arousal.
Her only outlet of late was conversations with interesting people on the internet. She bounced around various chat rooms that had names from the very mild to the very wild. When she was very hot, she would hook up her web cam and go into a room for BBW women and only show her breasts with her face out of view, to a few men who had enough class and sense to speak to her in a considerate way. No one in her real world knew about her kinky desires, only the few she talked to online. She generally did not try to develop any close ties with the men she spoke to, she would change her chat name every month or so to deter men from hounding her. There was one particular man that really got to her though. "VkingsDesire" seemed to know what she needed and when she needed it. After talking for several months, he started naming what she was thinking almost as she was thinking it. To the point where she felt like she was falling deep within herself, and thinking about kinkier and stranger things, almost to the point of debase. She couldn't seem to help herself whenever she spoke to him. But when she was not talking to him, she would think back to the conversations, and feel ashamed. She finally eased away from him and changed her chat name again. That was nearly a year ago, and she rarely thought about him now.
As she shifted again, she caught a movement out of the corner of her eye and looked over to the vast expanse of yard to the next door neighbor's yard. He was doing some work back there, but between the trees and fence and flowers and bushes, she couldn't quite make it out, but it looked like he was getting ready to build something. He caught her gaze and looked at her, a faint smile reaching his lips, almost to the point where she almost could have imagined it. She chose to ignore him and pretend that she was engrossed in her book, although she had already finished it.
While she stared unseeing at the words on the page, she wondered about her neighbor. He just moved in a few months ago, nobody in the neighborhood had really met him. All anyone knew was what the mailbox stated in bold letters: "Vanderbilt". She would catch him watching her, just doing day to day things; getting the mail, planting flowers, sitting outside talking on the phone, cutting the grass. But she chose to ignore him, although couldn't help being curious. Once she purposely wore no bra and a tank top, and shorts to mow the grass. Thinking to herself, maybe he will quit ogling me if he really sees me. But that did not seem to make any difference. It seemed to make him watch her more. She would catch his reflection in a window, or watching her from his yard, or while he was sitting in his Jacuzzi. He was an attractive man, but not in the 'pretty boy' way, more of the aura that surrounded him. Strong, lean but not thin, had an air of authority and purpose. Not very tall, maybe 5'10 or 11, but his presence made him seem larger than life. Mostly gray hair with some streaks of jet black made him look more distinguished than older, and the most piercing blue eyes that seemed to look straight to the soul. The closest she came to him was when she was riding by his house to get to her drive, and he was on the far side of the street getting his mail out of the box. Time seemed to stand still as she drove slowly past, and their eyes locked. She could feel an icy chill, and she had to force her eyes away so she could navigate her car into the drive properly.
She thought of the time when she purposely set out to show off her body to him, and her pussy tingled when she thought about being brazen and giving him another innocent show. Why she would ever even think to do that she didn't know, but the thought excited her. After all, it wasn't like he was going to act on anything. Suddenly she was overwhelmed with the urge to put her book down and go pull weeds in her little flower bed. She got up and walked over to it, closer yet to his yard, and leaned over and busied herself pulling weeds. Knowing full well a good deal of her breasts would be hanging and swinging in full view. She got wetter and wetter knowing she was exposing herself to his eyes. She was shocked at herself, and didn't even understand why she felt like she wanted this. She heard him pounding with his hammer on his project when she started weeding, but noticed at some point the hammering had stopped.
She felt her face flush with embarrassment knowing he was looking at her. She didn't know he was, but she felt it. Then she worked her way around to where she was now facing away from him, and bent over, she knew that her big soft round bottom was spread before him. She remembered almost too late that she hadn't bothered to wear any panties, and she was wearing a short skirt. But it seemed like her body was no longer controlled by her, she was bending straight over from the waist and couldn't seem to stop herself. Suddenly she felt the overwhelming urge to touch herself, and she almost aloud said "Stop it!" to herself. Suddenly the urge stopped and it was almost like she was waking up from a dream. She turned beet red at what she had just done, and quickly walked back to her chair, picked up her book and started into her house. She couldn't help but take a quick peek at her neighbor, who seemed rather busy on his project. She shook her head at herself and walked into her house.
Over the following week nothing seemed out of the ordinary, she still saw her neighbor watching her at times. The following weekend she did the same thing as last, opened up her lawn chair and settled in it, this time wearing only a deep V neck halter top and a skirt, no panties or bra, and settled in with another novel. Mr. Vanderbilt came out just a few min later and started working in his yard. Rachel tried very hard not to look at him, but she found that she would be drawn to look at him, like she couldn't control it. After watching him for about an hour doing yard work, he stripped off his clothes and sunk in his Jacuzzi. Almost like she was in a trance, she watched him look at her, and got up and walked toward him. It was almost like she had no feeling in her limbs, they were just moving toward him as if she were a puppet on a string. She walked all the way up to his deck and just stood there looking at him, her head screaming "What are you doing??" But her body was powerless to control. He looked at her, and gave the briefest smile. Without any words being spoken between them, she moved close to him, close enough for him to reach out and push the material of the halter away from her breast and grab a hold of her nipple and pull hard. It was like she no longer had a voice; she just opened her mouth slightly and started moaning. It hurt, but she didn't want him to stop. She was humiliated in her mind, but she couldn't react, she couldn't stop him... and didn't want to.
"Are these mine?" He asked quietly as he twisted her nipple harder.
Rachel could not speak; all she could do was nod. "What is wrong with me???" she shouted in her head, "Get your hands off me!" But she could not deny the flood of wetness in her panties. He stood up and turned her around and removed the ties that held her halter top, pushed her skirt up and felt her ass, then slid his fingers over her pussy lips from behind.
"Well well, what do we have here?" He mocked, "No panties? My, what a little slut you are."
Rachel's face turned beet red, but she still could not speak. He pulled down her skirt so that it pooled around her feet and she stepped out of it. She turned around and just stood there, as Mr. Vanderbilt sat back down in the Jacuzzi and just raped her with his eyes. She felt like she was frozen to the spot, she could not move. Her face burned hot with humiliation.
"Walk over to that bench by the door and sit down and spread your legs apart. Do not let anything block my view of that pussy. Go now."
Rachel fought against the forces she could not explain, but no matter how hard she fought them, she was powerless to do anything short of what he commanded. She went and sat on the bench, leaned back against the house and spread her legs, and reached down and spread her pussy lips as wide as she could. He sat and watched her for what seemed like an eternity. He finally got up and came out of the Jacuzzi. He took off his shorts on the deck, then naked, pulled Rachel up off the bench and led her into his house.
Once inside, Mr. Vanderbilt picked up a large duffel bag that was sitting on the floor of the family room and rummaged around in it. Rachel could do nothing but stand by helplessly and watch him. He turned to her and put a leather collar around her neck with an O ring in the front and attached a metal chain leash with a leather handle that hung down to her pussy. Then he put leather cuffs on her wrist and hooked them together in front of her. He bent down and placed cuffs on her ankles, and on her thighs. He had some thick soft black rope that he started weaving around her body. When he was finally finished, she looked down, and she was wearing some sort of harness that went from her neck down to her cunt. He had a special part between her pussy lips with a knot strategically placed at her clit and at the opening of her hole. He then took more rope and pushed her down until she was bent like an upside down L and he started wrapping the rope at the base of her swinging full pendulous tits. He wrapped them tight, and only half way, so when she finally stood back up they were enormous and standing straight out, tit flesh taut and nipples rock hard. He stood before her staring into her eyes and teased her nipples, flicking them and pulling them and slapping her tits. All she could do was moan. Her eyes were fixed on his, and she could not look away no matter how hard she tried. He saw the fight in her eyes and he just smiled.
