This is my first attempt at writing a story of any kind. Please rate and leave comments whether you like it, love it, or hate it. What tweaks would you make.
At 33 years old, I was ecstatic to be the winner of one of those thousand dollars a day, for life lotteries. I had always wanted to be able to leave my small town, and now I could. After letting my family know, giving my two weeks notice, I was able to begin looking for homes. But I didn't just want a home in a city in my state, I wanted somewhere tropical, warm, and close to water.
So I set my sights on a small batchelor pad in the Florida Keys. I wasn't able to find something water front like I had hoped, but it was close to a boat ramp, and had a space next to the garage to park a small boat and trailer.
It had a small pool, hot tub, two bed, one and a half bath, something simple for a single guy with no kids.
On move in day I was carrying in a few pieces of furniture and boxes of family keepsakes on my own when my neighbor on the left approached me to introduce herself.
She was maybe 5'2", her B cup breasts looked really perky with her underwire bra and tight tank top. They were bronzed and freckled from years in the Florida sun. Her black hair was pulled up in a tight, short ponytail, and probably wasnt much longer than shoulder length.
She introduced herself as Emma Tule, her blue eyes sparkled as I thought I caught her giving me a look up and down, as I squatted down, sticking my butt out, so not to hurt my back, when getting a heavier box off the ground.
Being a gentleman, I didn't ask her age, but I bet she couldn't have been much more than 42. She asked my name, where I was from, was I renting, buying, or just on a longer vacation. She smiled when I told her I just bought this place and was going to live there full time and didn't need to have a job.
When I told her I planned on buying a boat and learning how to run it, she excitedly told me her husband was an avid fisherman, and would love to trade experience with gear, knots, lures, and baits, for rides to better fishing spots, than just the bridges.
A familiar face and a stranger next to a Uhaul caught the attention of another neighbor, this one across the street. She was wearing a sports bra that pushed up her C cup breasts, much like her friend Emma's. She introduced herself as Lily Parson.
She had her long, wavy strawberry blonde hair in a loose ponytail coming back from a jog. She was covered in freckles and had beautiful, big golden and amber eyes. Probably the same age as her friend, she was taller, 5'7"ish, and a slimmer build. She had fairly high hips compared to Emma's broader hips.
Neither could have weighed more than 125lbs though, it was clear they jogged and worked out some. That was something I had hoped to get back into while I was there.
I wasn't obese by any means, but I would love to drop 10-15lbs off my 5'10", hairy frame. We made some small talk, mostly filling Lily in on what she missed. They offered to help carry some things in, and I accepted.
Soon we had everything in, and as I was thanking them for their help, they offered to have me over for dinner Friday night, to meet their husbands, and get acquainted with their new neighbor. I accepted, despite not really being social.
This all happened on a Tuesday, and I spent the next few days putting things away and rearranging furniture, thankful each night I had a hot tub.
Friday rolled around, and I showered and got cleaned up for dinner at 7. I walked one house down and knocked on their door. Emma opened up wearing a white tube top, and full length black skirt, with her short, black hair, down, just on top of her shoulders. It was obvious she wasn't wearing a bra.
She welcomed me in to their house that didn't look much different than mine. Lily was in the kitchen, mixing up a pitcher of tea. She had on a light blue sundress. The two men in the living room, looked up when Lily said hello, leaving her tea, to come give me a hug.
Both me came over and greeted me with a handshake. Emma's husband, Brett, was built like me, only in better shape, and lacked my big beard. Lily's husband, Damien, was black, and looked like an NFL running back.
6' tall, broad shoulders, and probably close to 220lbs. They invited me into the living room to talk about fishing, wasting no time in asking what kind of boat I was looking for, what kind of fish I liked, etc.... I told them I was actually going to look at a boat on Monday morning.
Emma brought me a glass of tea, which I thanked her for. I don't know what she used, but it only took about two drinks for me to get woozy. The last thing I remember was hearing Brett ask how strong did you make that, to his wife.
I don't know how long I was out for, but my hearing came back first. I could hear Damien asking someone if they actually got lube this time. "Yes Dame" was Emma's reply, "we don't want to hear about how chafed you are again." "Again?" I thought. "Good, that boy your daughter tricked, and brought home for Christmas was tight, but by the end of the night, it was too much."
All I could think was "what?" Then I began to regain some of my feeling in my body. I was definitely naked. It felt like I was on some sort of leather padded table.
As my head cleared up, I realized on top of being naked, there was a strap across my shoulders and a strap across my waist. My wrists had been cuffed to something with no slack at my sides, and my feet had been raised up in the air.
Not only were my feet raised up in the air, but they were strapped as well. One on each thigh, one just above each knee, and around each ankle. And my legs were spread too, wide. Almost to the point of being painful.
I became aware that even though my back was pinned to a cushy leather table, my ass stuck out over the edge, and I noticed my head was strapped sideways. It seemed to be on a narrow piece of table because I couldn't sense any other furniture surrounding it.
I couldn't close my mouth, and I couldn't see. "Do we wait for him to wake up, or can we start the fun now?" asked Lily as she ran a finger down the innermost part of my thigh.
This unseen touch caused me to try and jump and move away from an unfamiliar touch, somewhere I wasn't used to being touched. "Oooh goody" Emma said in an almost evil tone, "he's awake."