The neighbor’s daughter

She was washing her car next door the first time I saw her. The neighbor’s daughter, she was the stuff that good stories are made of. All I knew about her was that she went to college and was home for the winter break. She was around 20 years old and was wearing a tight tank top and short shorts while she cleaned the car in the driveway. I didn’t think much more about her until the next day.

I was out getting the mail when my neighbor (the hot girl’s mom) drove up. She stopped her little convertible and we chatted for a minute. I really only knew that her name was Susan as my wife and I had just moved in a couple of months ago.

“Hi Susan, how are you?”
“Good, and you?”
“Doing fine. Any special plans for the holidays?”
“Yeah, Jack and I are going on a 3 day cruise tomorrow”
“That sounds fun”, I said. “Do you need me to keep an eye on your house, get the paper, anything?”
“No, my daughter Heather will be here, she’s staying here while we’re gone.”
“Well, tell her that if she needs anything, she can knock on the door anytime.”
“Thanks, I’ll let her know” Susan replied.
“OK, have fun on your trip”

Susan drove off and I’d like to think that I didn’t start planning it then, but I’d be lying…

The next day, there was a knock at the door and Heather was standing there in a white blouse and a skirt. She looked wet and upset.

I told her to come in and I introduced myself. As she walked in, and I was checking out her tight, young body, I couldn’t help thinking about the issues my wife and I had been having lately. I wanted sex of all different kinds all the time, and Katie was a missionary girl most of the time. Every once in a while, after a few glasses of wine, she’d let me do her doggy style or maybe kiss my dick, but she was the typical ‘birthday blowjob’ wife with no need or desire to expand her sexual horizons. I had taken to surfing the net for porn that satisfied my desires, focusing on anal sex, bondage and blowjob movies. It helped me cope with my fantasies, but I still needed something more and Katie wasn’t willing to give it to me. We had not even had ‘regular’ sex in three months. Now I had a girl who was 15 years younger than me standing in my entry way and I was thinking about living in my own little porno movie, but turned my attention back to why she was really here.

“What can I do for you?” I asked
“The kitchen sink is leaking water all over the place, I don’t know what happened. Can you help me?” Heather asked.
“Sure, let me get some tools and I’ll be right over. Why don’t you grab all the towels you can find to soak up what you can off of the floor?”
“OK, the front door’s open, just come in when you get there.”

I went to the garage to get my tool box as Heather headed back to her house. I started feeling a little guilty about my fantasies, but damn. She was 20 years old, with nice sized tits, and small little ass and beautiful long blonde hair. My wife Katie was at least 70 lbs. overweight, with hanging, sloppy tits, a big ass that I rarely got to play with and a pussy that was drying up. How was I supposed to keep those thoughts to myself?

It may have been how horny I’d been for the last three months that made me think about it, but it wasn’t hard to convince myself that I was going to have Heather every way that I wanted. Katie was working an 18 hour shift (she was a medical intern at the local hospital), so I knew I had some time before anyone would miss me at home. Heather’s parents were gone for the next two days, so I knew she was alone. The combination of those things made me think I could pull it off. I got a few other ‘tools’ from my house for use on Heather and started over to her house. Just that quick I had made the decision to rape her.

I walked in, locked the door behind me and made my way to the kitchen. Heather was on her hands and knees wiping up the water. Her white blouse was a button down type and with her bent over, I could see her tits hanging in her bra and knew there was no turning back now. I approached her and set my toolbox down slightly behind her. I opened it and took out three zip ties that were looped together already. I put my knee into her back and grabbed at her right arm at the same time. She went down hard on the tile floor as I zipped her right wrist. I quickly got a hold of her left wrist and now had her hands bound behind her back. I think it was the element of surprise that made it so easy, but now that she felt what was going on, she started to fight.