If you were to look at the people close to you, how many do you really know? Before you answer to quickly, think about it, how many of us hide secrets from our family, friends, even from our lovers? I know that I do, am guessing that the sweet girl in the coffee shop who blushes fiercely when someone pays her a complement, isn't as innocent as she appears, nor is that helpful bag boy at the local market, one thing takes hold of everyone in the world and makes them unique, that thing ? Sex Love, lust, monogamy, infidelity, truth, lies, passion, fear, anger, aggression it all links back to the same thing, Sex, and it is our reaction to sex that makes us, us. Now the story that I am about to tell, may shock, I mean how does a vanilla little thing like me be so depraved? I was born and raised Elizabeth Kelpie, daughter of the Reverent David Kelpie, that's right, my daddy was a Presbyterian minister, my mother died when I was a baby and I was raised by my dad, and was forever stuck with the reputation of being the innocent, goodie two shoes little preachers daughter, who was destined to become a choir mistress. The stigma of that reputation however can be a good thing, no one would ever believe what some people could or maybe have said about me. I was an experimental teenager, so while my friends were fawning over the latest heart throb on the TV or in the chart and chattering about what base they had let their loser boyfriends get to, I was well on my way to becoming who I am today, I adored the female form, and after I showered I loved to look in the mirror seeing the toned calf muscles of the lower leg giving way the softer form of the thighs and the soft blond wisps of hair that nestled between them, swelling outwards and upwards to the buttocks, the gentle curve of the waist and soft swell of the stomach that reached all the way to the taught sensitive pale skin of the breasts tipped with large round raspberry coloured nipples. While my friends dressed utilitarian cotton underwear. I loved dressing in sensual underwear, the smooth caress of silk or satin always made me feel the tingle of desire between my legs, or the rasp of lace against my breasts as I moved would make me catch my breath. I had only had one or two boyfriends before I lost my virginity, when I was nineteen, to a guy I had been dating for while and although I know that no ones first time is perfect, I was totally under whelmed, after a few seconds of thrusting and his sweaty face over mine, mouth open looking as if he was about to drool on me, it was over. And most of the guys since then, weren't much better, so self obsessed, that sex was all about their pleasure, so most of the time, I took care of myself, So now at twenty five I hated dating blokes my age, they always seemed so immature to me, held no real appeal. I craved a man, not a boy. And not just any man, the man that I craved more than any was a married man who lived next door to me, Tom Kincaid, He was thirty five, about 6'2 and had piercing blue eyes, he played football in the local team each Sunday morning, sometimes I went along to watch, like a masochist I tortured myself, watching his hard muscular frame as he ran down the pitch, pulling the end of his football jersey up over his stomach, wiping the sweat from his face with the end, revealing his taught stomach and this fine line of hair that trailed from his belly button down towards his crotch, this innocuous action turned up the heat between my thighs and made the silk of my underwear damp. I would lie in my bed some nights thinking of him coming through my bedroom door, shedding his shirt and gathering me to him, sucking my lower lip in between his, as his rough hands roamed over my body, I would think on him as I ran my own hands over my breasts, pulling and twisting on the nipples, teasing them into harder peaks, I would think on him as I slid my fingers lower over my stomach and through the soft curls between my thighs and it was him I thought of as I pushed two fingers into my wet tight pussy feeling the muscles of my cunt clench and suck on my fingers and it was his thumb that moved over my clit, teasing it in circles making me pant and writhe on the bed, teasing till I came, stars exploding behind my eyelids, then id be alone again, just me, laying in the warm cocoon of my bed, two fingers buried deep inside my sopping pussy. His wife worked as a nurse and was away a lot, his bedroom window was directly opposite mine, sometimes I had caught a glimpse of him laying on his bed reading or talking on the phone and although I had often longed to see more I never had. It was on a night like this that I discovered his little secret, my room was too warm and no matter which way I lay, I couldn't get comfortable in bed, swinging my legs out of bed I padded across the thick carpeted floor to open my window, to try and get a little air, the bright light and flicker of a shadow from his bedroom caught my eye. Darting back behind my window frame so he wouldn't see me I watched him. He was laying back on his bed stripped to the waist in just a towel, I watched as he stood and walked to his closet, opened the door and let his towel drop to the floor at his feet, I gasped in spite of myself, he had long muscular legs lightly dusted with hair, perfect high buttocks that tapered in at the base of his back, his broad shoulders rippled as he searched through the closet, I stood transfixed at the image before me. Hoping, praying that he would turn around and let me have a glimpse of what I yearned for. He was starting to dress sliding white boxers up over his legs, only, they didn't seem to look like the normal men's cotton shorts, these seemed to be looser somehow, made of silk, I gasped when I realised that he wasn't wearing simple men's boxer shorts but ladies silk French knickers, he ran his fingers gently over the rear of the fabric smoothing it down and pulled a matching camisole over his head, I stood speechless as the object of my desires admired his reflection in the mirror, running his hands down over the lace trim of the camisole and over the prominent swelling in his knickers, he walked across the room and sat on the edge of the bed before pulling white nylon stockings up over his legs, I watched as he lay back, running his hand over the outline of his now rock hard cock through the silk of his panties, I could see the muscle jerk against his hand, he parted his lips in a moan and reached his hand inside the panties removing his throbbing prick from its silken confine, his hand wrapped around the shaft slowly working up and down, I felt the answering throb of desire from between my thighs and in a mirror of his actions, I started to rub my fingertips gently down my stomach, towards my aching pussy, I felt my legs tremble as my thumb brushed past my clit, pushing two fingers into my cunt I gasped, and started to pump myself with the same leisurely pace that he was using to jerk his cock. I was so turned on by how his body looked in those panties, how comfortable he was and how he was expertly working his cock, I wanted to feel those fingers on me, pulling me close to his silk clad chest, I groaned at the thought and worked my fingers quicker inside me, struggling to keep my eyes focused on this erotic display before me. Then it happened, his cock jerked in his grasp and the cum flowed from the tip, spattering over his hand, the silk cami and the bed, at the same time my own orgasm hit me hard, my stomach muscles contracting, and a gush of fluid from my pussy that coated my fingers, hand and the tops of my thighs. I leaned against the window frame in an attempt to catch my breath but my movement must have startled him, his eyes flew automatically to my window and he saw me, standing watching him, my fingers buried deep inside my pussy. He smiled in my direction, stood up from the bed and walked towards his window and pulled it shut, kissing the palm of his hand, he blew a kiss at me and closed his curtains. Leaving me wondering what the fuck had just happened, had he known that I had been watching him all along? Had he been watching me, watch him? I tumbled back into bed and woke the next morning, with the desire for him stronger that ever, I walked into the bathroom, and in a daze and stood under the hot spray till it ran cold, all the time in my mind picturing how good he had looked in the silk cami and panties, and just how much I wanted him. As I towelled off and dressed I made my mind up, married man or not, I had to have him. And judging by last night, he wanted me as well. I dressed quickly, deciding to wear a pale pink satin Basque and thong set, pulling on a pair of cut off denim shorts and a white wrap round sleeveless shirt, pushing my feet into a pair of flip flops, I headed towards the back garden to catch a few rays as I tried to figure how I was going to get closer to him. Pulling on a pair of sunglasses I lay down on the grass listening to the sound of a lawnmower in the distance. I must have dozed of, for the next thing I knew I was hit by icy, cold water, I gasped aloud and looked around to see where it was coming from, it was coming through the hedge, from Tom's garden I yelled out `Hey what do you think your doing?' The water stopped and all of a sudden this head popped over the fence, it was him, my cunt throbbed with desire, `Shit, sorry, did I get you?' I glanced down at my clothes, feeling the water trickle between my breasts an down over my legs, the dampness making my tight cut offs even tighter and turning my white shirt almost transparent `You think? Am soaked though' He grinned sheepishly at me `am sorry Elizabeth, what can I do to make it up to you?' the desire evident in his voice, My breath caught for a fraction of a second, as a thousand and one thoughts raced through my mind, this was my chance now, and Id be damned if I was gonna pass it up, `How about a repeat performance of your little show last night, only this time without having to watch from my window' He looked shocked, and in a cracked voice asked `You, uh, you want to watch me wank?' I smiled as I thought to myself that would be a start at least `Yes Tom I want to watch you wank, but not just that I want to watch you dress up in your lingerie before you do' He gasped and I giggled `You mean to tell me you've never dressed up for someone before Tom?' I teased `but you look so hot in your satin panties' I stepped forwards and opened the small connecting gate between our two gardens, and walked into his garden, I could see the outline of his cock press against the crotch of his jeans `Come on now Tom, don't tell me that you don't want to, and you said you make up for soaking me with that rotten hose' Just then something struck me, all there was, was a trail of water from the end of the hose to the hedge there was no flower beds, no grass just wooden decking, seeing the look on my face he must have known what I was thinking. `I can explain' he started I stepped forward wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him towards me, gently biting on his lower lip `Explain later' I murmured `first things first, you owe me a show' He smiled, took me by the hand leading me into his house, and upstairs to his room, he motioned to a chair that was propped in the corner, I made to sit down on it but stopped, I looked at him and started to unbutton my shirt `Whaaa, what are you doing?' he sputtered I smiled, what I thought was my sauciest smile and said `well I can't go leaving all your furniture wet now can I, am just gonna get outta these wet clothes, you don't want me to catch a chill now, do you?' I pulled the wet cotton from my torso and heard his little whimper of lust as I adjusted the straps of my Basque. Reaching down I popped open the button of my shorts and wriggled out of them pushing the clinging fabric down over my thighs and letting it pool on the floor at my feet, stepping out of the shorts and my shoes I sat back in the chair, my eyes fixed on his the entire time. Arching my back as I sat there, pushing my breasts out towards his gaze, parting my legs slightly I ran my fingers along my damp thigh & let a soft moan escape my parted lips. `Fuck Elizabeth' his voice almost a whisper `what are you trying to do to me?' I smiled at him and curled my tongue out of the corner of my mouth `About half of what am intending on doing to you, now, strip and get your cute butt into those panties' He stood to face me and began unbuttoning his shirt, I caught a flash of emerald green underneath the shirt, he unfastened his jeans and pushed them down over his legs, toeing of his shoes at the same time, revealing the wonder of what lay underneath, he was wearing a silk teddy, the fine straps slipping of his shoulders and down over his arms, making my fingers itch to caress him `Are you sure this is what you what?' he asked as his hand idly stroked his cock through the fabric My voice cracked as I spoke `do it, wank for me' As I watched him standing before me, eyes closed and mouth parted slightly, his thick cock encased in green silk, the muscles in his arm rippling as he worked his cock back and forth, his movements making the silk whisper against his skin, I absently started to caress my stomach, running my fingertips in gentle circles over the pale satin imagining my hands on him, My mouth, teasing and tasting his flesh. His eyes caught mine `God Elizabeth, this feels so good, but I want you to touch me, please, I need it' I stood up from the chair and walked towards him, wrapping my arms around his neck then down over his hard muscular back, feeling the heat of his skin under my hands, the hardness of his body under the smooth silk, dropping down to my knees, level with the glorious sight of his prick straining against the loose confine of the teddy, pre cum already staining the fabric a few shades darker, I couldn't resist running the tip of my tongue over that spot, feeling the material soak up the moisture from my mouth, he grasped the back of my head, pushing his hips forwards, silently begging for more, I reached up and slipped the delicate straps of the teddy from his shoulders and arms, letting it fall to the floor at his feet, his cock exposed to my gaze as I ran my fingers up his inner thighs and over the soft fuzz of hair that coated his balls, softly grazing my fingers up over the length of his shaft as I lent forward to capture him in my mouth. I could feel his cock jerk against my lips as I swallowed him inch by inch, swirling my tongue around the head, tasting the salty sweetness of him, he wrapped his fingers in my hair and tried to push his cock further into my mouth, reaching my hands up I grasped his hips, refusing to let him dictate the pace and determined to relish every moment, dragging my lips back to the head of his cock, I swirled my tongue around the tip of his prick, sucking hard on the head hard once, twice, then pushing his cock into my mouth till his balls rested on my chin. I could feel his legs shake with the effort of trying to stay in control, he tugged my hair harder and pulled his cock from between my lips `Please' he begged `I need to fuck you, please Elizabeth, let me fuck you' Standing up to face him, I moulded my body to him and pressed my lips against his, letting my tongue slide into his mouth and kissing him deeply, he let his hands slide down over my body cupping and squeezing my arse cheeks that were exposed by the thin strap of the thong, pulling me against him so I could feel his erection against my stomach, dropping to his knees, he hooked his thumbs into the elastic of my panties and drew them down my legs, urging me to step out of them he gathered them in his hands and brought them to his nose, inhaling deeply, a groan escaping from his mouth `Christ you smell good' he let the bundled panties fall to the ground and still kneeling he gently parted my legs and ran his tongue up my inner thigh, the sensation making me gasp and press my hips forwards, moving me back to rest on the chair he pulled me forward till I was on the edge of the seat, leaned forward and softly run his tongue along the length of my slit, teasing it over the hard nub of my clit, making me moan, then without warning pushing his tongue deep inside my cunt, I could feel the muscles of my pussy clench and suck at his tongue as he grasped my hips trying to pull me further onto his mouth, the rough stubble of his chin rasping against the delicate flesh of my pussy, the muscles of my stomach started to convulse and I could feel my thighs start to shake as wave after wave of pleasure washed through my body I grabbed his hair and ground my pussy against his face and mouth, guttural cries flying from my mouth as I bucked and writhed underneath him, my pussy flooding his mouth as I came. My body sagged limply back against the chair as he looked up at me, his mouth covered in my sticky sweetness, I drew him up to face me and kissed him, tasting my pussy on his lips, I moaned and ran my tongue over his lower lip, standing up Tom pulled me to my feet and led me over to the bed, getting me to kneel at the edge, I thought that he was going to fuck me, but he knelt behind me rubbing my sensitive pussy with his hand, dipping his fingers inside, he lent down and ran his tongue down my back and gently started to kiss, suck and bite on the flesh of my buttocks, he started to pump his fingers faster inside me the pad of his thumb rubbing against my clit, then he slid his tongue lower, in between the twin globes of my arse and started to lick on my arsehole, the sensation was so unbelievably naughty that I gasped aloud and pushed back against him, he moaned his approval and started to push his tongue into my hole, jabbing it in and out as if he was trying to fuck my arse with it, his fingers working furiously inside my pussy, I wanted more, pushing back onto his tongue and grinding my hips against his hand, I could hear the blood pounding in my temples, and cried out as I came again for the second time in a matter of minutes, I collapsed onto the bed, groaning as the pleasure swept over my body, I felt the pressure on the mattress as he moved onto the bed beside me, running his hands so gently over my body that it was as if he was barely touching me, he moving up my thighs, softly teasing his fingers over my swollen pussy, making me groan and gasp for air, across my hips and up the soft swell of my stomach, his touch on my skin making me shiver with need, his hands ran over my breasts still encased in the soft satin, I arched my back from the bed and groaned with pure lust, bucking my hips gently upwards into thin air, desperately needing him to touch me, lick me, fuck me, I was uncontrollable, trembling with lust, It was as if he had discovered which buttons to press to make me tick, and was intent on pressing them, over and over again I reached up and kissed him, running my tongue across his full lips, feeling the rough scrub of his stubble burn against my skin, placing my hands on his shoulders I pushed him softly onto his back onto the bed, straddled his chest, reaching around I unfastened the back of the Basque, then looking down into his deep blue eyes I slowly pushed the straps down over my shoulders, bearing my breasts to him, the pale skin of each taught mound tipped with a large raspberry coloured nipple, I could feel my nipples pearl into harder peaks under his gaze, he groaned and I felt his cock jerk underneath me as he brought his hands up to cup my breasts, his thumbs rubbing across the nipples, making them harder still, drawing a gasp from me, placing a hand on the small of my back Tom made me lean towards him, just enough so he could catch my nipple in his mouth with one slow, hard, suck, I felt the bolt of lust flashing from my breast to my clit, gently I ground my hips against him, the friction of his hard body under my wet cunt was enough to make me moan, sliding from his grasp I moved lower down over his abdomen till the tip of his prick was against the entrance to my pussy, Tom reached out, grabbing my hips as he thrust his hard, thick cock into me, a groan tearing from each of us simultaneously I could feel the throb of his prick deep inside me, making my pussy convulse and spasm around his thick shaft, we both stayed joined like that, savouring the feel of each others body `God you feel good' Tom murmured as his hands on my hips slowly urged me to move, rocking me back and forth onto him I parted my lips to speak, but the words were stolen from my mouth as he slid his fingers between our bodies to where we were joined and pinched my clit, I could only swear and moan as he continued to tease my clit, sliding his thick cock in and out of my cunt, Each time I was close to coming he changed his tact, keeping me on the edge of orgasm, pulling me to the edge of the bed Tom stood and lifted my legs up onto his shoulders, run his hands over my body then grasping my hips hard, pulling me onto him, the sudden change in position meant that he was hitting my G spot with each thrust, I could feel my stomach muscles start to contract and my thighs shake, gasping for air, `Fuck Tom, don't stop, please, I'm gonna come' I cried out, my entire body lifting clear of the bed, as I twisted and bucked beneath him, my pussy clenching around this thick cock, My words seemed to knock him over the edge, and with an animalistic growl he pulled his throbbing prick from my cunt and came, shooting wads of hot white spunk over my pussy and thighs. `Jesus girl, the things you make me do' he said as he fell onto the bed beside me, pulling me up to lay in his arms `mmmm' I murmured in agreement Tom turned to face me, and softly began stroking my hair, `you know, I've wanted you forever, but I never thought for a moment that you'd be interested in me, especially if you knew about the underwear' `I've wanted you ever since you moved in next door' I confessed, then after a moment of silence I giggled `And you looked so hot in your panties, how could I refuse?' He blushed and said `there is, one thing I have to confess to' `Oh yeah? what's that then?' I asked, nervous flutters starting in my abdomen `well, the truth is that I've fantasised about you doing this, wanting me like this dressed in my panties, then when I saw you watching me through the window last night I knew that you did want me, even though I am a panty wearing pervert, you got excited watching me Elizabeth didn't you? It made you want more, didn't it? But I have to ask, how far are you willing to go?' I lay there, looking at him for a moment, not quite sure what he had meant `It's true that after your little performance last night, I was hornier that I've ever been the fact that you were dressed like that just turned me on more, but what do you mean how far am I willing to go?' Tom leant in and pressed his lips gently against mine, teasing the tip of his tongue across my lower lip before gently sucking and nibbling on it, `I've always wanted to be dominated by a woman, by someone as unabashed about their sexuality as me, by you' I drew a sharp breath as images of Tom, blindfolded and in his lingerie, tied to the bed, moaning as I teased him, Tom knelt on the floor, begging to be allowed to taste my pussy, and although the idea of domination or bondage had never appealed to me before, I could picture myself standing in the centre of the room in vampish underwear and knee high boots. `You want me to be your, mistress?' Looking into his eyes I could almost see the same ideas forming in his mind that were forming in my own, so I spoke to him in a way, I'd never spoken to anyone, `You want to be toyed with don't you? Sissy' Tom groaned as the words left my lips, and I could see the desire in his eyes. `Your nothing but a panty wearing pervert, isn't that right?' His voice cracked as he answered `yes' `Yes? Yes what Tom?' I asked as I sat up on my knees at the end of the bed, `yes you're a little panty wearing sissy? Is that what you mean?' I could see the reaction that my words were having as his cock grew hard, the head tapping against his stomach. The thought that it was my words, me, which was making him react like this, was an amazing power trip, I could feel my pussy ache for him, my breasts were longing for him to touch, kiss, lick or even suck on them again, it was as if by teasing him, I was teasing myself. `Yes Miss, I'm just a pervert' he said as he moved to kneel beside me on the bed An idea was forming in my head, there was something that I had always longed to do, and this seemed the perfect opportunity to act on it, `What should I do with such a dirty pervert Tom?' Almost instantly he replied `punish him Miss' `I think that you would only enjoy being punished, that said, I need to teach you a lesson' I paused for a second, desperately wanting to act on my fantasy but somewhat scared that it may be too much, even for him. Then again, I may never have the chance again, `Have you ever been fucked in the ass Tom?' His cock jerked as I spoke and he groaned with pure lust, `No, but I want to, I want to be fucked in the ass like a little whore' I smiled, knowing that I had found someone as willing to push the boundaries of normality as me `Then we have a little shopping trip to go on' I said Tom looked confused, `what do you mean?' `Well' I started `you and I are going to go shopping for a strap on, I think my little whore should have the privilege of choosing which cock he is going to get fucked with' He shot me a look of pure lust, reached towards me and wrapping his arms around me he caught my mouth in a kiss, nibbling on my lower lip and pulling me towards him so tightly that I couldn't have moved away, even if I'd wanted to, he was moaning into my mouth as he kissed me, gently trying to grind his hips against mine, I could feel the heat of his erection prod against my stomach, reaching down between our bodies I wrapped my hand around his cock and softly pumped my wrist up and down, teasing my other hand between the twin globes of his perfect arse, I rubbed a finger against his puckered hole, before slowly pushing it inside His body reacted greedily, I felt the muscles clench around my finger, as I sought out his prostate, when I felt the walnut sized swelling under my fingertip I rubbed it hard back and forth, mimicking the movement of my hand on his cock, Tom cried out, jerking his hips and falling against me, his body clenched around my finger trapping it inside his tight hole, as a jet of cum shot from the head of his thick prick, over my hand and stomach, Letting go of his cock and bringing my hand to my mouth I licked the cum from my fingers, relishing the salty sticky taste under my tongue, he moaned as he watched me suck my fingers, making sure that I lapped up every last drop, `I want to lick my hot, salty cum from you' A bolt of lust shot through me, as I pictured him lick and suck his way up my body before thrusting his sticky tongue into my mouth. Laying down onto the bed, gathered in each others embrace, we slept, when I woke a while later he was still asleep, his head resting on my stomach, looking down at him as his chest rose and fell softly, the rumble of sleep in his breathing. I knew that this was only the start, my lingerie wearing neighbour and me, an unlikely dominatrix, would have lots more little adventures together.