The Next Door Neighbor

Winter has finally succumbed to spring and after so many cold days and rainy days you can finally get outside to do some much need yard work. You can hardly wait to get outside, to stretch and shake off the last of the winter doldrums, many of your neighbors are already outside doing the same thing, and you can tell by all the sounds that you hear lawn mowers, leaf blowers and the ever annoying weed eater. You step outside to hear not only all of the mechanical sounds but also the birds singing, children somewhere playing; one of your neighbors is listening to music outside. You step into the yard with every intention of getting the lawn mower out but something catches your attention out of the corner of your eye. It’s your rope hammock, swinging gently between the trees, it looks so inviting and the spring breeze feels so good. You tell yourself “no” you need to at least mow the yard, you tell yourself you can reward yourself with a little rest in the hammock later, GO get the lawn mower, as you pull it out for the first time this season, you catch sight of the hammock again and you make yourself focus back on the task at hand, but today is so beautiful, no, no, mow! You pull once on the cord, nothing, you prime the pump, pushing it down, and down and down again. When you straighten up, you catch sight of your neighbor, your neighbor that always is worth taking a second look at. You smile and nod, and you pull that lawn mower cord, it sputters and coughs and then nothing. You pull the lawn mower back, thinking level ground will help, you push down on that primer again and again, 1, 2, 3 times. When you straighten you notice the neighbor watching you, you wave, they smile and this time you pull that cord again and again, 4, 5, 6 times and nothing. You wipe your brow and see that lovely rope hammock still just swinging in the breeze.
You walk away from that cursed lawn mower, walk towards the hammock, you tell yourself that you will just take a little break and to be sure you lay across the hammock, wouldn’t want to get too comfortable. You use your legs to gently get the hammock swinging, back and forth, back and forth. The clouds roll gently by and the sun filters in and out of the new spring leaves of the gently swaying trees. It feels so good just to lie here, swinging back and forth, back and forth, to watch the light filter through the gently swaying leaves, or so relaxing. To watch the light flicker through the leaves and watch the clouds roll by carried by the wonderful soothing breeze. The sounds of the neighborhood settling into a mesmerizing sound that carries you away, relaxing you deeper and deeper, more and more relaxed, wanting nothing more than to relax and sleep. The breeze on your skin feeling like a gentle soothing massage, the sway of the hammock making you float away deeper and deeper, so relaxed, so very relaxed, you are so deep you do not want to move. The rope of the hammock making you feel safe and secure, this is your place, this is your home and this is where you want to be. So relaxed, so deeply relaxed, the swaying of the hammock back and forth, back and forth, gentle breezes soothing your skin, back and forth, taking you deeper and deeper into trance, deeper and deeper into sleep.
You don’t know how long you have been laying there, 1 minute, 2 minutes, 3 minutes or 4 hours , 5 hours, 6 hours. It doesn’t really matter the way you feel it could be days, you feel so good so deeply, deeply relaxed, how long have you been here? 7, 8, 9, minutes, hours? It doesn’t seem to matter now you are feeling so good, floating, not thinking, mindless, your mind is gone only wanting to feel, nothing else matters, how long has it been? 10 minutes.
You don’t know when the drone of the neighborhood stopped, you didn’t notice, you only hear the breeze through the leaves and the birds singing in the trees, it feels so good just to float swinging back and forth, back and forth, slipping deeper and deeper. The soothing breeze on your skin feels so good and you notice it feels different, better, like a gentle touch first the top of your leg stroking up and down and up and down, you want to open your eyes to see why it feels different but you are just too relaxed to care. Now your other leg is being stroked up and down up and down, god it feels so good, both legs are being rubbed now you know you are being rubbed, being massaged and those hand are moving up further and further towards your ever so sensitive region. You open your eyes slowly they are so very heavy, as you open your eyes, you see it is your neighbor, your neighbor that has always been worth taking a second look at. You sigh, this has to be a dream, you don’t want to wake up, and you sink deeper and deeper, waiting to see what happens next.
The gentle stroking moves to your arms, up and down, up and down, a gentle light tickling touch; it could almost be the breeze. You feel a gentle warm breath on your ear whispering something, you can’t make it out, but it sinks deeper into your subconscious and you sink even deeper. Your arms are gently drawn over your head; the stretch feels so good, making you relax even more. The rope of the hammock pressing into your shoulders ever so slightly remind you that you are safe and where you want to be. Your legs are being gently spread, wide enough that your feet can no longer touch the ground, letting you float deeper and deeper still. The movement of your legs brings new sensations of the rope from the hammock against your skin, tingling and coolness from the breeze. You relax even more, if this is a dream you don’t ever want to wake up.
You hear a sound that you can’t make out, and you start to feel a breeze where you haven’t been feeling it before. Your neighbor is using garden shears to cut your clothes from your body, and with each snip you feel more and more aroused. You try to move a little, to say we shouldn’t, but then you realize that you are bound, your hands are tied above your head, you try to draw your legs together but they are bound, tied to the hammock, spread fully apart. You know you should be alarmed, but you find you are only more aroused by your own struggles. The snipping continues, snip, snip, snip and with each snip you become even more aroused, more horny, snip, snip, snip, one pant leg, snip, snip, snip two pant legs, snip the waist band has been sliced through. There is a gentle tugging on your shirt and then the snipping begins again, snip, snip, snip, each snip setting you on the very edge of total orgasm. The breeze on the exposed skin is electric, turning you into one large very sensitive organ. Snip, snip, snip all you can hear is the snipping; all you can do is feel everything. Your shirt is cut away, the rope of the hammock against your back, the air on your skin overrides all your senses, and you want to explode. Just a few more snips, snip, snip, snip and your undergarments are cut away. You are laying there raw, open exposed, pulsing.
You feel something cool against the inside of your thigh and you want to know what it is, it feels so good. Your neighbor presses the point of the garden shears gently steadily in to your throbbing member, the pressure is exquisite, sharp, cool, your neighbor has the power and you want your neighbor to use their power over you. The point is dragged up and over your sensitive skin sending every little sensation through your very being to your very core. Sending you flying deeper and deeper into the nothingness but sensation. Just when you think you can do no more, experience nothing more splendid than this, the hammock is swung over; you are now hanging suspended from the underside of the hammock, held by the rope at your wrist and the rope at your knees. This has left you with your sweet ass up and your legs spread, the air, the exposure intensifies your pleasure and you can’t wait to find out what happens next. You hear a little chuckle and then it’s whispered “let’s see what else we can do with garden tools”
Then your neighbor whispers now, now, now when you feel this , when you feel this hard, worn, smooth tool, when you feel it inserted into you, you will cum, you will cum, you will cum, like you have never cum before, your mind and body will explode and float in the stars. You feel something pressed against you, rubbed up and down your legs, hanging there as you are suspended you can’t see or hear you can only feel, you can only feel that sweet anticipation of that hard, smoothly worn tool and the release that is promised you.
You feel the pressure you know its coming, your sweet, sweet release, its warm its wet lubricated by your own juices. The pressure the building growing pressure it is so intense, its everything, it’s the only thing, it enters you slowly, filling you fully and you explode in total orgasm mind and body pumping out the most intense orgasm, it seems to never end and when it does you float gently away.
You start to waken, and when you waken you, You will look around, you are naked and feeling wonderful. The clouds have rolled in, there is something dripping on your body, its rain coming through the leaves, with each drop you awaken more fully, 1…….2…..3 feeling incredible…..4 more awake……..5 totally awake. What a wonderful day.