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JILLY’S NEW NEIGHBOURS
All tied up and nothing to do but...wait!

By
Tina Clark



Publisher Information
Jilly’s New Neighbours
Published in 2012 by Andrews UK Limited
www.andrewsuk.com
This book is sold subject to the condition that it shall not, by way of trade or otherwise, be lent, resold, hired out or otherwise circulated without the publisher’s prior written consent in any form of binding or cover other than that in which it is published, and without a similar condition being imposed on the subsequent purchaser.
The characters and situations in this book are entirely imaginary and bear no relation to any real person or actual happening.
Copyright © Tina Clark 2012
The right of Tina Clark to be identified as author of this book has been asserted in accordance with section 77 and 78 of the Copyrights Designs and Patents Act 1988.



Chapter One
Donny, the yellow plastic duck with the red bill and the startled look on its face bounced about in the soap suds as Jilly Maclean lifted her knees up either side of it. You’re the only thing to have bobbed up between my legs in a while, she thought. For just a moment she considered clasping its smiley red beak to her clitoris and giving herself some much needed relief before the picture her mind’s eye generated of the act stopped her in mid reach. No, I’m not about to fuck a duck, I’m not that desperate! she decided and lay for another half hour, denying the interplay between the tingling in her pussy and the personified lump of plastic that had by this time developed a distinct, ‘Oh why don’t you, no-one will ever know,’ twinkle to its eye.
I’m so bored! she complained as she dried herself, before painting her toenails, coating her skin in expensive body lotion, donning her new silk leopard skin pattern panty set and covering it all up in grey jogging top and bottoms.
Right, twenty minutes! she decided and set off around the crescents and boulevards with their pristine houses and neat gardens which made up her neighbourhood, Then I’ll have a cappuccino and a big slice of carrot cake and double cream!
“Good morning!” she said to the postman at the garden with the overhanging magnolia tree. He was always friendly and willing to stop and talk and for a while she’d considered an affair with him but the idea had been dealt a fatal blow when she heard from a neighbour that he’d told her he’d had three such affairs in these three streets...and who he’d had them with. Of course Jilly had told her neighbour, and she no doubt hers, and some of them probably their husbands, and so those three women were widely regarded as sluts by all the other women, although they never told them that to their faces.
Jilly regarded the entire episode as a warning of the dreadful consequences of a slip although she told herself she would never actually have done it with the postman in the first place. Not that the sluts were creeping about in sackcloth and ashes, far from it, Jilly had noticed some of the other women’s husbands paying a little too much polite attention to the sluts which had resulted in two of them at least developing a bit of a swagger not to say a touch of star status. Maybe notoriety wasn’t all bad and perhaps it was that conflicting thought that kept Jilly’s imagination fertile with other fantasies about delivery men, gardeners, door to door salesmen and the sexual possibilities concerning a mixed half a dozen of them at the same time.
The run had been entirely taken up with such thoughts and was now almost at an end when Jilly had to stop at her new neighbours’ drive as they backed their car out onto the street. “Hello,” Pippa Morgan said, her side window sliding down, “I see you out running every morning. Aren’t you the fit one?”
“Don’t be fooled,” Jilly replied, “The folds you see in this jogging suit are real flesh underneath!”
Pippa laughed and turned to her husband, “Do you hear that Neville? That woman you saw next door with the, ‘Fabulous figure,’ must have been someone else!”
“Oh!” Jilly squeaked.
“Don’t worry,” Pippa told her, “I keep him on a leash...and vice versa,” and she laughed again. “Well we must be going...the whole week’s shopping to do!”
“Have fun!” Jilly said and waved as their car departed. Fabulous figure! Imagine her telling me that! Jilly thought and went inside trying to remember what Neville looked like.
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Not bad! she decided later in the week when she spotted him trimming the hedge. He was tall, broad, athletic looking, decidedly handsome and with all his hair...a great shock of thick black hair! That’s five things you’ve got on Terry so far then , she thought thinking of her husband who worked six days a week, twelve hours a day running his shop and who was so tired when he got home he fell asleep in his chair the minute he had drunk his three cans of lager started the second after he had finished his meal and the lager that had gone with it. Mmm, no belly either, she noticed as her new neighbour stood up on ladders to get to the top of the hedge and brought his flat stomach into view. Does that make six or was that already covered by, ‘athletic looking?’
Jilly was still watching when Pippa came around the corner of the house in a blue shirt and white slacks and began to rake up the hedge trimmings.