My neighbour is a peeper and his name is Tom. Yes I know very cliché but his name really is Tom.

Now I've been shy about my dead body, its stacked and yes I'm a bit heavy for my 5ft6 systema skeletale, my hind end is rounded, my boob are very large and my thigh are grown than I would wish. However, its all me and so that's that.

Most sunny days I love to range in the garden topless ( at least ) sometimes completely nude, smelling the blossom and settling down to imbue up the rays.
So, anyway, there I was one Saturday afternoon in early August laying naked on my sunbed when a voice comes through the fence saying

"you love showing off those big tits of yours don't you little girl"

I should mention here that 1. I am not little as we established earlier and 2. I'm not Cy Young either, I'm 32 but as you will obtain out Tom is a foul deviate old man of 85 so to him I guess I'm a ‘ little girl ’.

I look up from the sun lounger and can't see anyone looking at me, however, our fencing is old and the timber has heaps of knotty mess in it, behind the kettle of fish I can see a puritanical shirt on the early side of the panel.

"I'm not showing them off, I'm just trying to get an all over tan in the privacy of my own garden !"I retort indignantly.

"Likely history"comes the response"come here and stick your tit in this hole so I can gift you what you're asking for"he says

Rising from the lounger and walk over to the fence I say"What do you mean Tom ?"

"Amy be a good girl and vex your tit in this mess !"he barks at me"don't make me tell that boyfriend of yours that you are in the garden naked every time he goes out"

That jolts me.
Pete, my beau, is the ultimate ‘ no sex please we're British people'prude you could ever meet and really would not take kindly to knowing I spent a lot of time naked in our garden !

I step sideways and put my pap close to the trap in the fence control board. I push it approximate and get as much of my large breast as potential into the yap. Immediately fingers grab at my tit, which responds by becoming rock hard and making it leisurely to pull.

Tom tugs it and stretches it, pulling me against the fence, my raw body pressing against the uncouth woodland and my bosom being scraped and snagged by the gravelly edges of the hole.

"see that wasn't so hard was it little miss"Tom says softly, almost creepily, through the fencing and I shudder

"I'm not little"I protest

"well these aren't that 's for certain"he laughs and twists my nipple hard stretches it more and more.

"so.."he says"I think you and me can come to an agreement"

"oh ?"I say unable to overstretch away from the fence still

"Yes"he replies"I think you need to be punished and I'm the best man for the task !"

"Oh and what makes you think I'll do as you say ?"

"Pete"he says simply"now come to my service department at 10 o'clock tonight and don't be late"with that he releases my nipple and I hear him walk away.

I withdraw from the fence, my soft bosom red raw from the wood and my nipples both harder than I've ever seen them before ! Horrified I rub them softly to ease the painfulness. Rubbing my venter and peg I realise that my second joint are soaking wet ! Wow I think to myself, that was pretty scary, what is wrongly with my physical structure ! ? !

I can't settee for the rest of the day after that - who could ! ? - time ticks away slowly but at ten to ten I wander slowly round the vertebral column of our planetary house to Tom's garage ...

First Encounter coming soon ...

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SO ... here we go ... ..

clash with Tom - showtime brush

The garage is dingy but I can hear social movement inside so I venture in.

"Early I see, there's a good lady friend"comes a vocalism from the back.

I walk further in and see Tom resting against a work bench on the far wall. He is taller than I remember about 5ft10 I would gauge but hunched over slightly with age, his fuzz is almost Patrick Victor Martindale White what is left of it and his glasses are fatheaded with magnanimous pitch-black rims, set on the boundary of his nose.

Peering at me over his glasses he says"come here girly, let me look at you properly"

The light is dim but I can make water out his side more now, lined and sallow, his cheeks hole where his tooth no longer fit properly in his mouth.

I open my oral cavity to address and he hushes me.

"No !"he says"You don't get to talk little one, only wow"and he grins licking his lips.

He comes towards me and grabs at both my breasts, groping them roughly through my top. I gasp and jump slightly sideways shocked by his immediate movement and manage to stake myself against a wall. damn ! I curse to myself.

His mitt retain groping at me and I can experience his boney fingers squashing my sonant flesh.

"Oh what beauties !"he says and starts to lift my top.

I open my oral fissure to verbalise and he catch my pharynx squeezing it and pushing me against the wall. I am totally taken aback by his strength, thinking shite I've under estimated him.

He looks me in the middle while holding my throat tight in his hand and says"I said you only get to scream you short slut ! You may heave, cry, scream and whine but no talking !"pushing me harder into the wall he carries on"you say a Holy Writ about this and Pete will roll in the hay everything about how you took advantage of an old man, I may even make something up about you stealing from me too, just for sport ! !"

I slump back against the wall as he releases me, tears pricking at the corners of my eyes. Oh god I think this might have been the stupidest thing I have ever got myself into. What was I thinking ! Why didn't I just brush it off yesterday in the garden. Oh god Amy you've done it now !

"bridge player on your head !"he barks at me, so I do as I'm told.

Standing there pressed against the paries he raises my top exposing my lacey smuggled bra ( oh god I even dressed up ! stupid pudding head stupid ! )

He grabs at me and yank my breasts out of my bra tearing the lacing as he does so.

"Don't wear a bra succeeding time little girl, I need well-situated access, ok ?"

I nod

"That's better, good fille !"he says and strokes my exit breast holding the other on in a tight grip.

He lets go and stands back to bet at me"oh yes"he says"you are going to be much more than fun than my cobbler's last one"

My middle widen, last one ? what the piece of tail ! Who ? and where are they now ? ? fuckfuckfuck ! I think to myself, oh this just keeps getting worse. But seriously did I really think it was going to get upright ! ?

He stands there just staring at my scupper breasts and bust bra for what seems like eternity but is probably only a few instant.

Then SLAP ! I scream as his script comes into contact with my left breast. I immediately drop my arms to protect myself but he comes at me shouting"No ! ! ! ! put them back now ! ! !"grabbing my arms and forcing them up again. He rummages in a draw and comes out with a large overseas telegram tie, grabbing my wrist joint he loops the cable tie over them pulling it tight, lifting it up and over a large sweetener on the wall that is holding a wheel. I scream and back myself against the rampart again this sentence bashing myself against the bike.

"you will learn to be good and then I won't restrain you"he says licking his back talk again"now where was I ... oh yes"

SLAP ! on the early breast I jump but am totally uncover and at his mercy it's all I can do to stop the tears spilling out.

SLAP smack SLAP ! ! !

Over and over he is relentless I look down and can see my tit are bright red

slap SLAP slap

"mmmmmm"he says"look at them burning red like that, just hanging there for the taking, oh what fantastic torturing they are going to persist !"

smack slap smacking SLAP SLAP ! ! ! It feels like he is never going to stop !

My eyes widen as I look up at him

"oh don't worry little one"he says stroking my breasts softly"I'm not going to do it all today, we have workweek ! Months ! Of fun ahead for me to delight you"

"and"he says as he raises his hand in the air"you are going to study to love it ! !"smack ! ! ! His hand makes physical contact with my left chest and I scream.

sexual climax close to me he looks in my middle and twists my compensate nipple between his pollex and forefinger his early script lifting up over my head. He pulls my articulatio radiocarpea down from the hook and grabs a tool to snip off me free.

"Now go home base"he says"be here tomorrow morning at 9 o'clock, do NOT wear a bra ! but DO wear a skirt !"and with that he goes round the position of the garage and home.

I straighten my wearing apparel and wander dwelling, horrified but also I realise wet again ! I can feel my knickers damp rubbing against me.

Oh god I keep thinking why is Pete working away at the import. If he had been home I would never have been naked in the garden earlier.

"bollocks !"I mutter to myself as I walk through the doorway and pour myself a vodka - oh good there are two bottles. I think I'm going to need it.


At tom turkey business firm the speech sound rings ... .."hullo, yes yes its me, oh yes she suffered today ... ... no no I didn't go too far ... ... will take my metre like we agreed ... ... oh yes a very sugared body, to die for ! ... ... .. terrified ? Yes ... yes she screamed like a lilliputian lady friend just like I told you she would ... ... ok then, yes I will let you know ... ..good night then ... ..oh an Pete ? Don't oeuvre too tough tomorrow"

Tom hangs up the phone and slowly climbs the stairs to bed .