Words From the Past (closed for Teazme)

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It was late afternoon when the movers finally unloaded the last of Mark's things and left him with a house full of boxes and furniture in disarray. For the past several years his job required him to move frequently but he was hopeful that this might be somewhere he'd be able to sink roots at least for a little while.

Most times when moving to a new town Mark found himself knowing nobody except for the occasional co-worker who he'd run into in the past so he was encourage that he at least got the opportunity to meet his neighbors who'd moved to the house next door for more space and a pool. They seemed nice enough and a couple he could see himself spending time with on the weekends while he built a new network of friends again. The wife was certainly easy on the eyes so he was hopeful that maybe someday soon they'd invite him over to check out their new pool.

After putting away the things he needed Mark found himself left with the usual boxes that followed him from place to place and never got unpacked. Fortunately the second floor had a walk in attic space that would server perfectly as a place to store them until it was time to transfer them to the next place he moved.

One box after the other Mark moved them into the attic and when he was done he turned toward the door and something caught his eye. "What the...." he said to himself as he stepped closer then pulled the leather bound notebook from behind the insulation that had partially covered it. Judging by the dust that had collected on it, it' had been there for quite a while so he'd assumed that it was just something forgotten by the neighbors when they moved out.

Closing the attic door Mark made his way downstairs and tossed the journal onto the counter before grabbing himself something to drink. Body covered in sweat he leaned against the counter and took a long sip as he gaze came to rest once again on the journal and his curiosity started to get the better of him. "Maybe just a peak to see if it's theirs" he said aloud as he flipped it open then started reading.

 

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Blair Tipton was working on organizing the boxes from her move. She and her husband moved into the house next door to their old one, mainly for the pool and the house was bigger. Blair was stuck unpacking everything as her husband was called away to work again. Blair had rolled her eyes when he said he would be back in a few days, she knew that was code for a romantic trip with his secretary.

Blair sat on the sofa and took a break and thought about her life. She was a stay at home wife who didn't have to work, Chad's job as a vice president at an invesment fair paid enough for her to be the perfect wife. She never put a foot out of line.

Blair's hair was the perfect shade of brown with highlights that brought out her blue eyes. Since she didn't work Blair spent most of her time in the gym and her body showed her dedication with a delicious bubble butt and toned legs. With a shake of her head Blair stood and finished the rest of the boxes.

After she finished Blair decided to take a dip in the pool. She found a very classy bikini and made sure to accesorize with a large hat and sarong. Even though it was her backyard, Blair never went anywhere without looking perfect. Blair walked out to the backyard and saw her neighbor in the kitchen of her old house. He seemed nice enough when they met so Blair waved at him, wanting to invite him to join her.

 

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5/28/2000
Chad is out of town again and I found myself spending almost the entire day staring out the kitchen window at John in his pool next door. God, he’s incredible and I can only imagine how Marcy feels when he takes her. So strong and handsome, I found myself fantasizing about being over there while Marcy was away on a trip. His strong hands as he came up behind me, gripped my hair and let me know in no uncertain terms that I was his. God I miss being at the mercy of a man that knows what it means to truly own my body.

Mark finished reading the first passage of the journal and looked out the kitchen window just as Blair stepped out onto the patio and waved at him. When he saw her a panic washed over him as if he’d just been caught going through her most personal of things. Though he actually had, she had no way of actually knowing that but that didn’t stop him from feeling like she knew.

Mark raised his hand and timidly waved before stepping out onto the balcony. “How’s the move going? Just finally go the first round of boxes unpacked.” He called out from above.

When Blair invited him over to swim Mark couldn’t get what he’d just read out of his mind. “Sure, be over in a few. Let me change.” He replied before disappearing into the house.

A few minutes later after throwing on a suit he stepped through her gate with a towel over his shoulder. “I bet you two are going to get a lot of use out of your new pool.” He said as he approached them laid his towel over the back of one of the lounges.

 

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Blair smiled when her new neighbor said he would be over in a few minutes. Chad was out of town again and it was kind of a lonely in ger big new house. It also didn't hurt that her new neighbor was quite attractive.

Blair almost swallowed her tongue when Mark came over in just his trunks. She knew he was built when they first met but all Blair could say was wow. She was glad she had her sunglasses on so Mark didn't see the way her eyes oogled him.

Blair shook her head when Mark mentioned using the pool. Blair couldn't help the bitter tone when she replied, "doubtful, Chad is always away on supposed business with his secretary to pay much attention to anything at home."

 

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It was a surprising admission for having only met the one time before during the closing of the sale. From what he was seeing, Mark could imagine why her husband would be chasing skirts at the office when he had such a premium piece of ass at home but he certainly wasn’t the first that couldn’t resist the urge.

As he looked at her, Mark had trouble reconciling the words he’d read with the person in front of him. He’d known the up tight socialite types. The ones that were far more concerned with image than their own happiness and desires and she seemed to fit the stereotype to a tee. Knowing there was something stirring beneath the polished facade was intriguing. “I’m sure he’s just doing the best he can to provide you the life he feels like you deserve.” Mark said reassuringly as he slipped into the water.

Hearing that Chad was out of town a lot seemed to open the door to so many possibilities. “So what is it you do to keep yourself occupied?” He asked, curious if she’d already found an outlet for the desires she’d revealed in the journal.

 

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Blair nodded politely at Mark's comment, "I am sure." Blair watched as he slid into the pool. Blair watched and thought about how dull her life had become. She wished someone would re-awaken her desires but since marrying Chad she had become used to minimal sex and no affection.

Blair smiled politely when Mark asked what she did with Chad out of town. Blair thought a moment and said, "well I go the gym a lot because someone in Chad's position needs to have an attractive wife." Blair thought some more, "I go to the spa with friends in the neighborhood and brunch. But that is about it."

Blair stood and walked over to the pool and say on the side to dangle her feet in, "what about you? Is there a missus we will meet soon?"

 

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Mark listened to Blair run through the laundry list of predictable activities that someone liked her would occupy her time with. From what he was hearing the words that he read seemed less and less surprising. She seemed like a woman going through the motions of what was expected of her while giving little thought to what it was she wanted. Though brunch, the spa and working out could probably occupy her time for a while, it was only a matter of time before she’d be looking for something more and from what it sounded like, the old neighbor had been that thing. The revelation made Mark want to go back to his house and continue reading to see if that had ever worked out.

“We’ll work mostly. I move around a lot, maybe too much for some folks which is why there probably won’t be a missus any time in the near future but I’m sure I’ll find myself a good girl soon enough.” Mark replied though whether it would ever be someone he’d introduce to the neighbors was another question entirely.

Seeing her on the side of the pool like she was brought fresh imagery to his mind about the passage he’d read. Dipping his head back, Mark dunked his head beneath the water long to wet his hair. “This feels great after all that unpacking. Thanks!” He said a she wiped the drops of water from his brow.

 

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Listening to Mark talk about always work Blair smiled, "but life is always better with someone by your side." Blair realizes that sounds pathetic since she basically admitted her husband deserted her, but she imagines a life partner would be nice. Hearing Mark talk about finding a "good girl" maybe Blair subconsiously squeeze her thighs together. She used to have so many desires but since Chad thought her desires and fantasties made her a slut she buried them deep inside.

Blair nodded politely when Mark thanked her for inviting him over, "ofcourse. I am glad you were able to join. I get so lonely so it is nice to have another person to chat with." Blair reclines a little bit and relaxes, "the pool does feel nice after a long day of moving."

Suddenly Blair's phone went off with Chad's ringtone. Blair went to answer it and the sound made her physically ill, she was able hear Chad and his secretary having sex. Chad's voice going, "yeah baby be a good slut and take my cock," made Blair turn beet red. She quickly hung up and looked at Mark, ever the polite hostess, even when she was humiliated Blair asks, "do you need anything to drink? Beer, wine, hard liquor?"

 

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When she reclines back a little Mark can't help but notice all the work in the gym she spoke about. Her body was exquisite and he wonders how it is that her husband could possibly neglect her the way the entry in her journal seems indicate that he does.

When the phone rang Mark couldn't help but notice how Blair recoiled from it and abruptly hung it up without saying a word. It was odd to see and he wondered if it was some telemarketer but he'd never seen a reaction quite like that from an unwanted solicitation. The redness of her face was impossible to miss and when she offered him a drink it seemed to him that, in the moment, the last thing she wanted was guests. "I appreciate the offer but I really should be getting back to finish up. I don't want to intrude for too long and make a nuisance of myself." he said as he started to make his way toward the side of the pool.

When he reached the side of the pool Mark pressed his hands against the deck to hoist himself out of the water causing the muscles of his arms and chest to flex under the strain of his weight. Though he wasn't exactly eager to get out of there, there was also a desire to read what later passages might reveal about her.

 

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Blair smiled as Mark said he should be leaving, "well you are always welcome. Please don't be a stranger." Blair watches appreciatively as Mark boosts himself out of the pool. Her husband Chad is more string bean than muscle so Blair can't help but watch.

Blair watched as Mark went home and decided she was going to get drunk tonight. She was always the perfect stepford housewife but tonight she was going to have fun. Blair brought out some bottles of wine that were Chad's favorite and started sipping on them.

As the night progressed Blair started dancing around the pool holding her bottles of wine, letting out all her frustration. Blair was in a rare form as she twerked and danced in her bikini. She was glad no one besides her new neighbor could see into her backyard and see the less than perfect Blair.

 

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When Mark returned to his house he walked a straight line to where he’d left the journal on the counter. Spending a little time with her, Mark was even more intrigued to gain more insights into what was going on behind Blair’s polished exterior. What he read was stunning and by the time he finished the journal it was clear that she’d resigned herself to try to put the fantasies she’d harbored behind her. Did it was a true reflection of what happened, Mark couldn’t imagine how her old neighbor resisted the urge to fuck her. From what he’d read, she’d done just about everything but beg him yet he still didn’t budge.

When the music made its way into his house Mark looked out the window to see her dancing around the pool with a bottle in her hand. Though her movements were still graceful, he could see the unsteadiness of some of them that told him she was well beyond drunk.

Though there were many reasons that Mark should have kept himself away, what he was witnessing was the person she’d tried to hide away crying out.

After another moment of consideration, Mark grabbed a drink of his own them made his way through the gate he’d used earlier in the day. When he entered the back yard her back was to him and she was once again twerking which made Mark grin. Quietly he made his way to a lounge and took a seat.

When the song ended, Mark cleared his through, getting her attention, then folded his hands behind his head. “Dance for me.” He said, his voice firm, leaving not doubt that it wasn’t a request.

 

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Blair was too lost in her own world of wine and anger to hear the gate open. She kept dancing and twerking from song to song, even if the song didn't justify twerking. One thing even drunk Blair knew it was how to dance.

Blair was so lost she jumped when she heard Mark clear his throat. She slowly turned around, ready to apologize for interrupring his evening. However, when he told her to dance she was so confused. She loved the strong commanding tune he used, but this was her space.

She looked at him, "um this is my backyard." She turned her back to him, "if I dance, I dance for myself." Blair finished another bottle of wine and reached for another one before starting to dance some more. Blair looked at Mark, "why don't you dance with me? My husband says I dance a fuck like a dead fish."

 

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For a second Mark questioned what he’d read. After all, it was one thing to entertain fantasies and write them down but it’s quite another to actually act them out. It was absolutely possible that when push came to shove, she’d shy away from actually going through with it. One thing that was clear though is that she wasn’t bothered by his presence and there was a good chance she wouldn’t remember any of this in the morning.

“I wasn’t asking.” He continued, not allowing his forceful tone to falter in the face of her resistance. “We’ll find out how you fuck later.”

It was a risk to do something like this with a new neighbor but he didn’t think he’d missed his read on her. His steely gaze remaining on her Mark leaned back in the lounge again making it clear he had no intention of letting this go.

 

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Blair meets Mark's eyes as he stares at her. She has never felt a stare so bold, like he can see all her hidden thoughts and desires. Blair feels the way his eyes rove over her body, like she is there only for him. Blair lets the alcohol over take her brain and slowly starts to sway her hips.

One thing about Blair is that she always tries new programs at the gym since she is there so often. She puts the wine bottles down and lets the music take over her body. Her hips grinding against the air, she slowly turns around so her toned but still lucious ass shakes towards Mark.

As the song winds down Blair bends over a little tipsy and picks her wine bottles up again and giggles before falling into a chair. She drinks more wine down and smiles at Mark, "oopsies."

 

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It was a tense moment it doesn’t take long before Blair’s body starts to move again then turns her back to him, grinding into the air in front of her. Mark couldn’t help but appreciate just how beautifully sculpted her body was as he sat and watched her dance for him.

When the song ends Mark watches her flop down into the lounge beside him with the bottle of wine then ponders his next move. It’s clear that she’s pretty drunk and he wasn’t exactly sure what he expected to get out of coming over. He could have just watched from his new house but he couldn’t help wanting to find out if the words she’d written were just thoughts from the past or their was more to them. Seeing the way she responded to his demand made it clear that there was definitely something to it.

Content with what he’d learned Mark rose from his chair then stood over her lounge, his eyes drinking her in for a long moment before he spoke. “Good, next time don’t make me tell you twice.” He said before turning to go. In her state he was sure they if he stayed he could have gotten her to do far more but when he fucked her, he wanted to be sure she’d remember it and right now that was far from guaranteed.

When Mark returned to his new house he got to work finally setting up his office. Powering on his computer he scanned the list of WiFi connections and his eyes settled on the second one on the list. “ChadNET”. It was so lame he almost laughed but quickly he connected, ran some cracking scripts and in no time was connected. From there it only took a could seconds before he had logging on all of the network traffic coming from the neighbors house.

 

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Blair giggled as she felt Mark's eyes rove over her body. It was clear he appreciated how she looked, which was more than she could say for her husband. Blair's eyes widen and she giggled some more as Mark told her about next time. Blair got a little sassy and gave Mark a salute and went, "yes Sir," before rolling onto her back and laughing.

Blair kept laughing until she didn't remember why she was laughing. She looked around and realized she was alone. She shurgged her shoulders, maybe she had been alone all night. She was too drunk to remember anything. She decided one more bottle of Chad's expensive wine would be good. As Blair kept drinking she started to fall asleep and eventually fell back into the lounger, wine bottle dangling from her hand, and fell asleep.

In the morning the sun shone bright in the backyard. Blair groaned and covered her eyes, "someone turn off the sun." When Blair realized she was outside she slowly stood up and walked to the house. Blair stumbled her way to the master bathroom where she thought a shower might help.

Blair stripped off her sarong and bikini and stepped into the steaming shower. She just stood there, letting the water wash over her. Blair groaned as she slowly started to feel her body relax. Blair let the steam do its job and help her feel better before she started washing herself.

After the shower Blair headed outside to pick up with many many empty bottles of wine and recycle them. She had put on a cute pair of shorts and a tank top, presentable but still easy to move in to clean the house. Blair finished cleaning the pool area and headed back inside. She decided to reward herself and headed in to read some stories on her favorite adult site. Blair lazed in her king sized bed and brough up the newest BDSM stories and lost herself in her fantasies.

 

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When Mark woke in the morning he wasn’t surprised to see Blair still out on the patio passed out. She was obviously drunk the night before and it seemed that after he left, she didn’t slow down much. He watched as she woke then stumbled inside. She’d been gone for a while before emerging again to pick up the stunning amount of empty bottles. When his computer pinged, indicating it detected traffic coming from her network, he went to look then activated the script that mirrored her activity on his own monitor.

“Oh you naughty little girl.” He said quietly to himself as he read the story she’d pulled up and was obviously reading. Mark had read allusions to break in’s and non-con fantasies in her journal but nothing that indicated as clear cut an interest as the story she was reading now. He read through the detailed description of the multiple men that broke into the proper socialites home. How she resisted until her body betrayed her then actively embraced the experience as one after the other took her until she couldn’t distinguish one orgasm from the next.

“Holy shit.” He whispered when she clicked to the next story that played out a similar scenario. It was obvious that this was far more than a casual interest and as he sat there, his mind started to work through the logistics of making this come true for her.