Naked Neighbor Adventure

Author's note - the following is a lighthearted story that happened to the author. It is not in the same genre as most of his other works so there is no CNC or other darker kinks.

This is the unbelievable true story that happened to me several years ago. It is both one of the worse memories I've ever had as well as one of the best. The sort of memory that took me a very long time to believe it really happen. Even now as I think back on it, it doesn't seem like it really happened. Where when I remember it, it seems like it happened to someone else.

For some quick backstory, I used to be married to someone who had issues, sexually. She had a lot of body image issues and didn't like to be naked. Well, she claims it wasn't so much about being naked but having to see HERSELF naked, if there is a difference. This extended to her not liking to see others naked. So anytime we made love, it was normally in the dark and very standard.

I knew she was truly fighting self-esteem issues which I was very supportive. I encouraged her therapy and was always happy to talk about things whenever she needed to discuss anything. I really did love her body and thought she was extremely beautiful. But after we divorced (for other issues) I discovered that she left me with some body issues of my own. Where I didn't want others to see me naked, even though I never had body issues myself (like being overweight).

This may not sound like a big deal as many have body issues, but before I was married I was very open sexually. In my college years I was a theater major and had a great bunch of friends who cared for each other. This often led to all manner of sexual adventures, trying of new kinks and much more.

No, that doesn't mean that we had orgies or were free use or anything. Just meant that if a few of us were hanging out and drinking, the night may end up with some sexual event. Rather it be purchasing a BDSM kit to try out, or having sex in the middle of the street in the middle of the night to see if we would get caught. Since none of us were dating anyone, it was free and fun as everything was consensual.

I share this to explain how far I felt I had fallen. Where before I got married I had done many crazy sexual acts but now was too embarrassed to let a potential lover see me naked. But hey, that's what years of letting someone make you into what they want can do.

To battle my body issues and feel more like myself, I went to therapy. And one of the suggestions I was given was to try and get comfortable with my naked body. The way to do this was to walk around my house naked. That when I didn't have to go anywhere or do anything too physical, I would remove all my clothes and spend the day naked.

This was very strange at first. Felt weird, bad and all those other dark non-kinky shameful emotions. Mostly because I felt I was being judged, even if no one else was in the house except my cats. Then again, the look those little judgmental bastards give can make you question yourself...

I did the naked bit once a week. Just walked around my house naked. Watched TV, did the laundry, did the dishes, you know, did chores. Just did everything naked to try and be comfortable in my own skin.

There was no big revelation about being naked. No huge self-realization that it was the biggest kink I've ever felt. Just felt, vulnerable. Felt weird with my dick and balls swinging and the room feeling colder. But after a while I would get comfortable, mainly because I would forget I was naked unless I looked down... or got aroused, which was an odd feeling.

Then... the fateful day happened. The day I will never, ever forget. The day that I sometimes debate was a dream and not real as it feels fuzzy to remember.

It was a Saturday where I didn't have to go anywhere, so I decided to do another naked session. No biggie. I simply removed my clothes while loading clothes in the washing machine, then went around doing chores and whatnot. Same thing I had done before.

I have an office in my house for when I work from home. It's actually a library with all my books as well as a few bookcases where I store my magic tricks. (I'm a volunteer magician for non-profit groups). To describe my office real quick, it has a big heavy oak desk that is pushed against the wall. The desk has three monitors as well as office/desk stuff spread all over.

And above the desk and monitors is a big window. A large window that has (home-sewed) curtains that I tend to keep open when I am working. I keep the curtains open so I can look out and not feel that I'm a slave. Where I can see the blue sky, birds and squirrels running on the overhead tree and remember I am a human being and not a drone.

This fateful Saturday, I got a work email (on my cell) asking for an update on a certain project. Not thinking much about it, I went to my office, still naked, and logged onto my work laptop. I have a cover on the webcam so I wasn't scared of showing anyone at my work anything in case some pervert IT tech activated it. There I answered the email and sent the requested attachment.

I then stood up as I was about to leave my office. When I did, I looked out the window to see that I hadn't closed the curtains like I meant to. Normally when I do "naked time," I make sure all curtains are closed so the neighbors don't accidentally see anything. But the curtain was wide open, not that it really mattered as only my head, shoulders and upper chest could be seen if someone looked in on the side of my house.

As fate would have it, I saw my neighbor walking from her driveway towards her front door when I looked out the window. It was one of those odd, serendipitous moments where normally she wouldn't have known I was there but today our eyes locked, alerting her to my presence.

Being friendly, my neighbor saw me and waved. Feeling very strange as I was naked, I waved back but it was more in reaction than anything else. I really didn't know much about my neighbor, nor were we really friends. To describe her, she was a bit older than I was, in her late forties (I was in my early forties at the time) and rented the house next door.

This may sound mean, but I tend not to reach out to the people that rent the house next door as they come and go. Supposedly the family that owns the house are huge jerks so the people that rent only rent for a few months before they get upset and leave. When I first moved into my house I would greet each new renter, give gift baskets and learn their names. But as there have been dozens of people moving in and out, I sort of just give a wave unless there's a reason to speak with them.

This neighbor, to which I have no clue what her name is, waved happily at me. To be upfront, I'm bad with names. I'm the jerk that refers to people, even long-time coworkers as "bud," or some other term as names slip out of my mind.

I knew my neighbor liked me (as a neighbor) as one time her car needed a jump and I was able to provide one so she was able to get to work on time. Then another time she needed a tire changed which I was able to do. I think to her I was sort of a back-up in case some home issue happened, even if she never asked for anything. So whenever she saw me she always waved or greeted me.

As I stood in my office, naked and waving back, I knew I couldn't leave the room because if I did, there was a chance she would see that I was naked. To exit my office I would need to go straight back through a long hallway. A hallway that can be seen from the outside thanks to uneven ground. She was a good distance away, but she still would be able to see my naked ass if I left the room.

So I just sat down. I sat down thinking I would wait a few minutes. She was unloading her car, so in a bit she would go into her house and I could leave. At this point I knew I couldn't close the curtains as that would be putting a big middle finger to her, accusing her of spying on me or something.

While sitting there, I didn't know what to do to pass the few minutes. I would dart my head up to check on her status but each time she was still outside and by her car, unloading a grocery store worth of stuff.

I didn't want to work on anything work related as it was my day off, so the laptop was out of the question. Through if it was on, I might have just played on the internet and none of this would have happened.

Instead I had looked at my bookcases and saw a "new" magic trick I got a few months ago. I say it was new because I hadn't taken the time to learn or practice with it. It was a handcuff sort of trick that I got off Amazon, which was heavily discounted, where the point of the trick is to look helpless but then magically get free.

The trick itself was pretty cheap and crappy. It was about two feet of small cheap chain link that came with an even cheaper lock. As you might have guessed, the trick was cheap in my opinion and not impressive. Or maybe I feel that way because of what it did to me.

After reading the instructions on the chain trick, I practiced it. The trick was meant to be performed with an audience member wrapping the chain around your wrists/hands and locking it with the small lock. The secret way out of the chains is to hold your hands in a certain way (sort of balled in fists) when the chain is wrapped around. Then when you want to get free you relax your hands, the chain gets more slack and pop! You're free.

I was able to practice it a couple of times, sort of. Wrapping the chain around my own wrists didn't really work that well, but I was able to do it. This was just free chain, not looped or anything so to get it on I had to sort of swing it until it wrapped around my wrists.

Once I was able to get out of the trick a few times, I stood up again to check on my neighbor. To my annoyance, she was still unloading her car. But when I looked, she saw me. She paused and looked at me, no doubt wondering if I was spying on her as this was at least the second time she had seen me.

Feeling cringe, I waved to try and look normal but forgot my wrists were cuffed when I lifted my hands. Very quickly I lowered my chained hands and prayed she didn't see the chain. There was a bit of distance between us, so I don't think she did. But I quickly sat down, feeling very stupid.

I removed the chain off my wrists and legit considered crawling out of the room. To crawl out on my hands and knees and run to my bedroom to put on the first set of clothes I found. The only reason I didn't was because I was scared she would somehow see me crawling. That somehow she would look in and see me on my hands and knees, crawling, my bare ass all in the air to solidify that I am a perverted weirdo.

Not seeing any other option, I continued to sit and went back to messing with the trick, trying to figure how to put it into my magic act. I practiced it more, even if I didn't like it, while every so often I would pop my head up to check on my neighbor. And each time I would duck down fast when she was still out there.

It looked as if she was unloading grocery bags but I guess she was walking each one into her house instead of grabbing a bunch of them. Never in my life has it taken me as long as my neighbor to unload anything.

Then I got a genius idea regarding the magic trick. As it seemed rather boring, I thought I could spice it up by trying to do the trick with my hands behind my back. The idea behind it being I could combine the trick with another magic trick I can do where my feet are tied with rope. That I could do both tricks back to back, where I first free my hands, then free my feet in a grand escape while claiming nothing can trap a magician.

Being the idiot I can be, I put my hands behind my back and was working on getting the chain to wrap around my wrists. I knew it would be easier to do when an audience member was the one wrapping the wrist, but I wasn't too concerned.

That's when someone knocked on my window in my office. Yep. Knocked on it and scared the ever-loving-hell out of me. Knocked on it and damn near made my soul leave my body.

It was my neighbor. Yep. She was at my window, her face clearly seen thanks to not closing the curtains. Her face had a concerned expression, probably wanting to ask why I kept spying on her. Wanting to confront her now-creepy neighbor about whatever shady thing he was doing.

In this moment, where I swear time stopped like using the Time Stone from Doctor Strange, I knew I had three choices. One, stand up, open the window and admit to her that I am naked and that's why I am acting strange.

Two, keep sitting to hide my nudity under the desk but speak loudly and admit I am naked. To be honest and explain the reason I am naked to which it would explain why I am acting strange.

Or Three, which is the worst idea; Pretend I didn't see her, can't hear her and ignore her.

Before I could make a choice I discovered something that nearly made my heart stop. The damn cheap chain link got stuck. When I jerked at hearing the knocking, I somehow jerked the end of the chain into itself because it was stuck. Not because of the lock, but because the chain was stuck on itself somehow. The links were entangled, where I couldn't undo it because I couldn't see how it was stuck as my hands where behind me.

I wiggled my hands, pulled on them, even tried to overpower the chain to break it, but nope. It was stuck and my hands were trapped behind my back. My hands were trapped behind my back, while I was buck-ass naked, with my neighbor knocking on my window and looking in.

Remember my three choices? Guess which one I did when I started to panic? Yep. Numero Three. The dumbest possible thing I could have done.

I sat at my desk, still trying to get my hands free, my legs and manhood under the desk while I pretended she wasn't there. My neighbor kept knocking on the window but I kept my face looking forward and down, pretending that there was something at the bottom of the monitor in front of me that was the most interesting thing ever.

My neighbor, bless her heart, must have believed something was wrong, which I guess she was correct. Instead of wanting to confront me for spying on her, she was now asking, "Hey, everything ok?" and "What's wrong?" Only her tone was getting more and more concerned as I didn't respond to her, which again was very stupid.

I have no clue what she thought was wrong. For all I know she might have thought that I was being blackmailed or something. From her perspective, it must have been super weird. I was sitting at the desk, hands behind me and my shirt off from what she could see. It's such a strange sight that I'm not sure what else people could think.

All I wanted was for her to fuck off, so I could run to my bedroom. If I could get to my bedroom, I could at least try to put some shorts on. But most importantly, I could use the mirror in my bathroom to see how the chain was stuck to get free. Without seeing why it was stuck, I didn't think I could get free.

But the neighbor didn't fuck off. She doubled down thinking something was terribly wrong. She started yelling "Do you need me to call the police?" and "Is someone in there with you?" This only made my fight or flight response worse, where I started having horrid ideas about what was going to happen.

I mean, at first the worst that could happen was my neighbor finding me naked with my hands chained, where she would think I was a sex weirdo. Ok, not a perfect world ending, but now it was changing into her going to make sure it wouldn't be just her that sees me like this, but the police, the fire department, EMS and every single news reporter I had ever seen. Where the world would think I am a weirdo sex pervert.

Then my neighbor said something that both made me panic and gave me a huge sense of relief, "Hold on, I'm going to try and get in."

After saying that, she finally disappeared from the fucking window, no doubt heading to my front door. Panic hit because now she was actively trying to get into my house. But relief hit because I was finally able to rush out of the room. With her gone from the window, I could finally leave and not be seen.

So I hurriedly left my office and went down the hallway where all I wanted was to get to my bedroom. Moved fast while naked, my hands still trapped behind me.

Now let me explain about my front door. I installed a fancy-smancy door knob a long time ago because I am a massive dork. This baby scans your hand and unlocks automatically for authorized users. It makes it super easy for me to get in as all I have to do is open the door like normal and it's always unlocked for me. But if someone else tries, the knob would turn but the door wouldn't unlock.

My front door knob lock is awesome and super helpful. There's actually been an instance where it saved the day when I needed to rush into my house, as there was a crazy asshole chasing me. (Related to divorce drama). I got in, shut the door and the asshole was locked out.

But the thing about my super expensive door knob is that it as awesome as it is, it doesn't work if you don't shut the door completely...

Yeah, seems that when I took the trash out that morning, I didn't make sure the door was shut all the way. The door looked shut but the lock never engaged. The metal part never fully went into the slot, making the lock completely pointless.

This is an issue that I had a few times, where I didn't give the door a hard enough push so the lock didn't engage into the slot/hole thing. But trust me, after this instance whenever I shut the door I make sure I listen for the click sound when it engages.

Right as I was about to exit out of the hallway and into my living room, the front door opened and my neighbor burst in. She burst in as if to save a family from a burning building. Burst in and stopped right in front of me, blocking my way and seeing everything.

Time stopped again as she looked at me, concern on her face. Our eyes met at this moment, where I'm sure she saw pure terror on my face. Then she looked down, her eyes moving over my naked body, her own brain informing her that her neighbor is naked.

She looked me all the way down to my feet, where I swear her eyes locked onto my manhood. Not a simple glance then looking away, but stared at it as if never seeing one before. Or maybe this is just what my brain makes me think happened.

It's at this point I realized I was erect. I don't know if it was because my body enjoyed having my hands tied (as I am into BDSM), or if it was the stress that did it, but at some point, my dick got hard. Like, throbbing hard where it seemed to point up at her as if accusing her of doing something.

I am sure there have been awkward times in your life. Times you wish you could erase and never think of. But next time you cringe over some awkward experience, but be happy you never got caught by your slightly older neighbor while you were naked and hands were chained behind you while your dick was hard. I know they exist, but that's on the extreme end of the cringe scale for me.

You might think the neighbor would have turned and left. That she would say, "fuck this weirdo pervert," and gone home. Where we would spend the rest of her time in the rental house ignoring each other.

But no.

My neighbor smiled. She actually looked me in the eyes and smiled. Smiled what was clearly a sexual sly smile. A smile that made me internally groan. A smile that flooded me with horror and arousal as it was clear she thought I did this for her. That I set all this up.

I will admit that at this point I felt as if I went into a daze. Where it felt like I had taken a few THC gummies as the world gained a very hazy feel to it. I don't know anything about trauma and whatnot, so I don't know if it was shock or some other brain response, but I remember feeling very light headed, as if I was floating. Where it seemed like I was living someone else's life and not mine.

The vibe or attitude or whatever you want to call it of my neighbor changed completely. Before she always gave the vibe of the respectful and friendly neighbor. Of a working woman that was doing her best to make it out in the world.

Now in this moment she gave the vibe of, well, hunger. A vibe that something was awakened and she wanted it. Where she knew this was some sexy setup made just for her to give her the relief she apparently needed. Again, I'm not sure if this was true or was just what I thought, but given what happened I believe it.

I was still stunned at the situation. That's why I couldn't say or do anything. Looking back, this pisses me off as I have literally had guns shoved in my face and didn't freeze up, but at that moment my brain shut down.

My neighbor then asked something like, "Is this for me?" Then she walked over and grabbed my stiff manhood. Reached down and took it in her hand with that same sly smile.

She grabbed my manhood. Grabbed it. Grabbed my cock as if we were long time lovers or something.

To describe my neighbor, like I said before, she was a few years older than I was, not that age really matters to me. But I am being honest when I say I never considered her in a sexual manner. She wasn't fat or ugly or anything, just not my normal type. Her body type was a few extra pounds but overall she was just plain. Nothing about her really stood out, as if she was the human version of white bread.

But as she stroked my manhood, my opinion of her quickly changed. The way she stroked me combined with the situation let me know she was far more "interesting" than what I had assumed. Where most would have screamed and run off, she decided to slide into this porn logic moment. It was after everything passed that I realized she must have had a lot of sexual experiences that would eclipse mine.

Her hand on my manhood felt amazing and embarrassing. She didn't grab hard but used her fingertips to trail up and down. When she did this, she moved her fingertips on the top of my cock as she moved down to the base, then moved to the bottom when pulling her hand back. It was very powerful and overwhelming to the point I just stared at her.

I don't know how long I stood there with her stroking me. My guess is just a few seconds, but it felt like several minutes. As she stroked me, she keeping looking at my face as if enjoying the looks I was making, then would look down at my manhood. She would look me in the eyes, then make a show of looking down at my manhood.

Then she moved both hands to my manhood, and as if I was a goofy virgin teenager, I just stood there moaning. The thought to take control, such as getting her to unhook the chains so I could take her to my guest room never popped into my head. Instead the only thing I could feel or think is how overwhelming it all was, and how good it felt.

My neighbor then told me something about how she always knew I was kinky. That there was something about my wholesome vibe that showed I had a dark kinky side. To be honest, I don't remember all that she was saying. Having your manhood played with has a way of making conversation go in one ear and out the other.

Empowered by me just standing there (I assume), her hands started to wander. One kept stroking me while her other hand sort of explored. She cupped my balls and felt them, then moved her hand around to my ass, gripping it very tight. She even pinched my nipple while making a sort of giggling noise.

In this moment I really thought she was going to jerk me off till I orgasmed. That she would toy with me, make me cum then leave, allowing me to piece back my sanity. Where I would somehow work up the courage to explain to her much later what really happened.

But that isn't what happened. She then said something like, "Let's see how kinky you are," which sent off alarm bells. At that moment, extreme thoughts popped in my head, making me feel like I was having a heart attack. I really didn't know this woman or what she was capable of, so this made an extreme situation even more intense.

My neighbor started to pull on my manhood at this point. At first I thought she doing some new way of jerking me off, but quickly found she wanted me to walk. She was pulling me by the cock, trying to get me to move forward with her. So, like a dog on a leash, I had to walk with the leash being my dick. Where I followed her, still in that strange daze.

She led me out my front door like this. I mean, I saw the entire thing happen and I knew what was going on, but I couldn't stop it. Again, it didn't feel like it was really happening so I went with it. I just let her take my naked self out my own front door while my hands were still stuck behind my back.

My house doesn't have a porch or anything like that. What it does have is a small cove where you can look out the open front door and no one can really see you. The trees and position of my house makes it possible that you can see out, but that people can't see you as they wouldn't know to look for you. If they knew to look, then they could see you otherwise the front door is hidden.

I found myself naked and outside my front door, with my neighboring having closed the front door behind me. She kept her hand on my manhood the entire time, as if it was the joystick to move me around. (Which I guess it was). The way she held me, my back was pressed against the door and I just stood there, probably looking like a zombie complete with moans.

I remember standing like that and seeing a car drive by in the street. A car with someone driving that had no clue this was happening. That had no clue I was completely naked, having been pulled outside by neighbor. It was a vulnerable, humiliating and extremely arousing feeling. One that I hadn't felt in a very long time.

I'll admit part of me did get concerned at this point. I was insanely aroused but terrified too. The fear that she might drag me out into the street was becoming a true fear. I really didn't know her or what she was capable of, for good or bad. And at that moment I didn't see me being able to fight back or struggle as it would have been so easy for her to do real damage. She really could have dragged me into the street or done something horrible.

But thankfully she didn't. She didn't move me from where we were while my back was against my front door. Just kept stroking my manhood in that same unique way while staring at my face.

What she did next (I think) changed everything for me. She lifted her top and bra. Doing this exposed her breasts, which where much larger than what I thought. And they were extremely beautiful as there wasn't the sag and whatnot that middle-aged women's beasts can get (not that they can help it).

It was at this point that my fear sort of melted. It was still there, but not the huge concern that it felt like a moment ago. Also it sort of felt like some other force was telling me, "Everything is going to be fine, dipshit."

If you have read my stories, you know I'm a boob guy. I've always loved boobs. So I have no doubt seeing her boobs is what calmed me down, as pathetic as that sounds. The moment they came out, it's all my man-brain could focus on. And they also made sure that my erection wasn't going to go anywhere. Not that I needed any other stimuli at that moment.

Oh, I remember wanting to touch her breasts. Of wanting to grab and suck her nipples. I know it's the whole "you want what you can't have," sort of deal, but man, there was a hunger in me at seeing them when I was so overwhelmed. I remember really trying hard to break out of the chain as I needed to touch them.

The next thing I knew, her lips were on my manhood. She had kneeled down in front of me and took my cock into her mouth. Like, legit got on her knees too. Not bending over, not on one knee, but fully kneeled in front and started to hungrily give me a blowjob.

To say the moment was surreal doesn't do it justice. I was at my front door, naked, hands/wrists chained behind me and receiving a blowjob from a woman I've had maybe four conversations with. A woman I never thought about in a sexual manner before today.

It was one of the best blowjobs I've ever received, if not THE best. Not just the setup or situation, but the softness of her lips and the energy she had when she did it. To this day I remember her moaning as she sucked me off as if it was pleasuring her instead of it being the other way around. The longer it went, the louder she got. It made it feel like she may cum off doing it, which I've never heard of happening before.

She also did something that no one else had ever done to me. Something that was intense but very scary. It's sort of hard to describe too, though I'm sure there's a name for it (and ten different slang terms). She opened her mouth wide and deep throated me to take all of my manhood. But when her face was pressed against my stomach, she sort of closed her mouth a little. It was like she was slowly trying to bite down as my cock pressed against the back of her mouth.

Whatever this move was, she did it a few times. I remember feeling her teeth on my stomach and how strange it felt. Not that I was scared she was going to bite or even hurt me, but it felt weird. Well, that's a lie. A part of me was scared she was going to bite me.

It felt more like something that someone else enjoyed and she was just trained to do the move whenever giving a blowjob. Like some move of a lover in the past coming out in muscle memory. It is the sort of thing I always meant to look up but have never have.

I would love to say that we stood there for thirty minutes and did every sexual act ever, but we didn't. What happened is after a couple of minutes, I was ready to cum. At least it felt like a couple of minutes, not sure how long it really was.

I don't remember saying anything as civilized as, "I am about to cum," while my manhood was nested in her mouth, but whatever sounds I made she seemed to understand. And I'm sure the signs were there that I was about to explode as I probably was squirming and moaning like crazy.

Another thought I have had regarding what happened is what would have happened if I didn't warn her. When with a partner, I always warn them when I am about to blow when receiving oral pleasure as I think it is sort of polite. Not to mention safe as if it isn't expected there could be bad reactions. But with her I get a feeling she didn't want me to warn her.

When alerting her I was about to cum, she did yet another move no one had ever done before (to me). She pulled my dick out of her mouth, then started to flick her tongue on the bottom side of my cock head. Flicked it at that one spot, moving it left and right rapidly in what was an extremely arousing feeling.

When I came, it was intense. Thankfully I was leaning against the door otherwise I think I would have fallen on my ass at how good it felt. Where it felt like every inch of my being went into the orgasm.

She moaned extremely loud when I orgasmed... on her face. She moaned much louder than I did as I unleashed everything, where she made sure it went on her face. As my dick was in her hand, she aimed it right where she wanted. I still remember her moving my manhood slightly left and right as I came as if wanting to cover as much ground as possible.

To this day, I remember the wide, happy smile she had and the way her eyes were closed as my cum was over her face. It made her look like the world's best porn star. Made her look sexy as all hell. And she looked very content. Like she was the one that was pleasured and not me.

I am unable to speak for other guys, but there are very few times when I cum that I want to keep going. Normally when I orgasm, the show's over and the party ended. Sure, that doesn't mean there are not exceptions or that I stop playing, but the act of full sex is done.

But that day, I wanted to go again. Despite how intense the orgasm was, I wanted, no, needed to go again. My poor manhood throbbed and pulsed and was ready.

That is why it felt like the worst case of blue balls when she stood up, face coated in cum, and put her tits away. She was still smiling that happy smile when she did, and to my dismay, she turned around and walked off. Didn't say a damn word, turned around and walked away as if she dropped off a package and needed to go.

The feeling that it was all a dream hit really hard once she turned the corner and disappeared. Where I stood there, naked and still chained, thinking that all of that didn't really happen. That this was some sort of drugged delusion, where one of my cats had put LSD in my coffee.

I stood at my door for quite a while in my daze. Stood there as more cars drove by, not that any saw me, that I know of. I think maybe I stood there because I wanted her to come back. That I was expecting her to return for round two.

I stood there till I heard someone walking their dog approaching. That is what it took to snap me out of my daze to get moving. I knew that people in cars wouldn't notice me but someone walking by would.

Thankfully I was able to grab the doorknob with my hand. It unlocked like normal and I was able to rush inside. Where I shut the door behind me and stood there, breathing hard.

After a moment of collecting my wits, I made it to my bedroom. There I was able to get a pair of pajamas on, then go to the mirror to see what was going on with the chains. In the end, I never figured how the chain was stuck. The way I got out of it was to put a shit-ton of lotion onto my hands, wrists, (counter, floor, my foot) and managed to slide one hand out.

That day was the last "naked" day for me. Since then I devote no days to walking around my house naked like I once did. Not sure if this is because I want the memory to remain as epic as it is, or if I am scared something may happen again. Whatever the reason, I've never done it again.

I also never did anything else with that neighbor. There were a few more awkward waves when she was leaving and I was arriving or vice versa. Only when she saw me after she got that sly smile, clearly remembering what happened. But like the other renters, she too moved out soon after. Not sure when as I never saw any moving trucks, but a new family started coming and going out of that house.

One thing you may have picked up on that I didn't figure out till much later is that I'm pretty sure she meant for me to go to her house. She closed my front door on purpose and must have figured it was locked out. She wouldn't have known that I didn't need keys to get in.

I do believe her goal was to make me go over to her place in my... condition. For me, bare ass and hands chained, to rush over to her house. Doing that would have been a huge powerplay for her. Making a grown man scramble over like a college kid doing a naked prank?

If I did as she wanted, I wonder if she would have let me in, or if she would have kept me out to torment me. If she would have made me do something similar to what she did, such as kneel and pleasure her on her own doorstep or if she would have just led me to a bedroom.

Sad thing is, if I had figured it out at the time, I would have gone over. Who knows what sort of crazy sexual hijinks we would have gotten into if I did. The vibe I got from her was very much beautiful and kinky, so there would be no telling what we could have done together.

But, I like to think that the universe sends messages and signals. And this is one of those times. The universe was telling me to back off or else things might turn bad. That doing too much would have ended badly somehow. Again, I didn't really know her so I have no clue if she was dating someone or if there were other issues at play.

There are plenty of times when I relive the entire thing. But there are also times when I cringe at the memory as it isn't a memory that I've ever shared with any of my friends or family. How I was stupid enough to get myself stuck like that, especially when it could have ended much worse. But as is with life, sometimes the best memories are made from good, bad, great and horrible parts.