Chapter One (Where Cindy makes some new friends)
Our neighbours, the Sinclairs, had a lodger, Susan, who'd been with them for about three months. She seemed to be a bit of a fly-by-night and, other than saying hello when our paths crossed, which wasn't often, I didn't know much about her. I guessed us to be about the same age, but that's where the similarities ended.
She was often out, which meant I sometimes house-sat for the Sinclairs, like if they were away for a few days. They didn't have kids of their own so it wasn't like I had to play nanny or anything when they were away. It was just housework and I had plenty of opportunity to do my college coursework while I was there, and all in opulent luxury. I had the use of widescreen plasma TV and the Jacuzzi, plus I could help myself to food and drink, as long as I didn't go too mad. And of course there was the swimming pool, which on a sweltering hot day like today was an absolute godsend after the housework.
Except, that today - I would not be having it all to myself. I had company. More than I ever expected...
On this particular weekend John and Wendy Sinclair were visiting some friends in the north of England so once again I had been asked to sit in as Susan wasn't sure she'd be around. This kind of casual arrangement suited me fine, because most times they were away I was able to work it around my studies, and vice versa, and of course the money was useful.
However, it turned out that Susan had decided to stick around and invited a few girl friends round for a pool party. From what I could see of them lying on the sun-loungers by the pool, they were a fairly attractive and amiable bunch, lots of banter and laughter. But I was aware of them looking at me behind their sunglasses as I went in and out of the house. I started to feel a tad uncomfortable, wondering why they should find me so interesting.
While I was emptying the third lot of rubbish, Susan came up behind me and put her arm around my waist, giving me a little squeeze. I felt her warm breath on my ear:
"Hi, Cindy. Look, why don't you join us all by the pool for some drinks and nibbles when you're done..?"
"Oh, but I don't know anyone."
"You know me... and this lot are okay. Go on... What do you think? You'll find a bikini on the bed in my room. You can wear that, then join us for a sunbathe and a glass of wine or something. Come on, chill out with us. It'll do you good."
I thanked her, saying that was sweet of her and I'd look forward to joining them when my chores were completed. I watched her as she wiggled slowly back towards the others, pinning her long chestnut hair up in readiness for a sunbathe or swim. She hadn't been the friendliest of persons up till now, barely bothering to answer me when I'd said hello in the past, so this change of attitude took me a little by surprise. I couldn't help being a bit skeptical. Maybe she just wanted to get me onside in case her friends got a bit carried away and there were damages to explain when the Sinclairs returned.
The house-sitting duties that day were easy enough. The place was already pretty tidy from my last clean-up, so this time it was a quick 'hoover' over and a flick round with the duster, a couple more bins of rubbish to bag up, and I was all done inside 45 minutes flat. It was time to change out of my jeans and tee-shirt, put the bikini on and go out and join Susan and her friends.
While I was upstairs in Cindy's bedroom I noticed a brown leather 'hold-all' on the bed, right next to a pink bikini. Curiosity got the better of me and I just had to look inside, especially as it was already half-unzipped. What I saw made my mouth drop open in amazement. I just gawped. The bag contained a number of strange items that can only be described as, well, to put it bluntly -- kinky gear.
I don't know what made me do it - intrigue and fascination I suppose, and perhaps the fact that I'm just downright nosey at the best of times, but I pulled all the stuff out and scattered it on the bed and had a really good look.
While I'm no expert on the subject, I know bondage gear when I see it - velvet-lined handcuffs, blindfolds, spankers, ticklers - it was all here, including a thing that looked like a leather table-tennis bat. And I'm not so naΓ―ve to know that the cylindrical white plastic thing that looked like an electric toothbrush, wasn't actually for tickling the molars. I picked it up and studied it. There was a button on the side. Of course I just had to press it. Suddenly the tapered tip started wriggling around like a demented worm. I couldn't resist a little chuckle.
My god, if this was Susan's property, what other naughty secrets might she be hiding? I guess I must have lost track of time because I suddenly became aware of someone behind me.
"Anything interesting?" A soft, sexy voice in my ear. I nearly jumped out of my skin. I was left open-mouthed, holding the buzzing vibrator as the wriggling worm performed its merry dance.
"Susan!" I gasped. "I didn't -- "