Neighbors Ch. 26

"Yeah," Claire agreed. "Of course, it's up to Amber. But at least I think we gave her some nice options."

Jen glanced down at her expensive looking watch.

"I'm so sorry. This has been a really interesting day. Much more interesting than picking out a couple of bras for myself," She said with a smile. "But I need to get back to the office. First..."

She produced another business card from somewhere. Grinning at me, she tucked it into the top of my stockings.

"Get in touch with me sometime - either of you. This has been fun."

She gave Claire a quick hug and then turned to me.

"Good luck with you new underwear, Chris."

She reached out and squeezed my arm briefly, before unlatching the door and stepping out. A second later, she was gone.

"She was so cool," Claire said. "I bet she's rich, too."

I agreed with both assessments.

Claire pulled out her phone.

"Oh shoot," She exclaimed. "Damnit. I'm late for my meeting."

She brushed past me to the door of the stall.

"Wait!" I said, panicking. "Get my clothes!"

She shook her head, with her hand on the latch.

"I'm sorry. I have this appointment with my boss - the manager here. I'm already late. I won't be long."

She swung open the door and stepped out.

"Don't go anywhere!"

I thought she was smiling as she closed and latched the door behind her.

I was suddenly alone in the stall. It seemed big and empty now.

I didn't have much to do. I knew I couldn't leave. I didn't have clothes to change into. I sighed and started organizing the underwear, making neat piles of the underwear Claire and Jen approved on the bench. The rest I pushed to the floor, to make room for myself on the seat.

I looked down and took in the stockings, garter belt, and panties. I ran my hands along my legs, feeling the sheer fabric. I had to admit, it did feel really sexy. Sort of smooth and slippery. The garter straps worked to sort of frame the pretty red panties. I crossed my legs and enjoyed the feel of my thighs rubbing against each other. I was suddenly incredibly horny. My penis was aching again. The chastity cage was practically throbbing.

I spread my legs and moved forward until I was sitting on the edge of the bench. My right hand seemed to move on it's own, trailing down my smooth chest. I felt the unfamiliar fabric of the garter belt. My hand continued down. I slipped it into my panties.

I usually didn't try to masturbate. It was an exercise in pure frustration with the steel cage securely installed. My penis had no room to grow at all - it was perfectly sized. On top of that, I didn't really have much time these days. Between Amber's chores, Sarah's training sessions, and trying to stay ahead at work I barely had a second to myself when I wasn't sleeping or eating.

I traced my fingers over the smooth steel of the cage, feeling where the pin projected slightly from the tip of the cage - the same pin that skewered through my piercing. I knew there was absolutely no way to escape or even pull my penis out from the cage. I tried to slip a finger into the tube. I hadn't felt any contact on my penis in weeks, and I was desperate.

I realized I was whimpering slightly. I grasped the cage in my hand and shook it in frustration. The sensation was sort of interesting but nowhere near the stimulation I wanted. I realized I probably looked like a caricature of a teenage boy jerking off. Well, except for the panties. And garter belt. And stockings.

I let out a breath I didn't know I had been holding, and leaned back against the wall, defeated. I didn't know how I could take another six months of this, before Erika gave her approval that the piercing had healed sufficiently to remove the pin.

Suddenly I heard the low chime that indicated someone was coming into the changing room. I heard voices - a man and a woman. The woman didn't sound like Claire.

I panicked and scrambled quietly until I was crouching on the bench. The last thing I needed was to be caught in the changing room without clothes. I had no idea how I would explain that. Plus, I thought it was probably against the rules or something for a guy to be in the changing area. I wasn't sure, but I certainly didn't want to risk it.

The voices stopped for a second, before the woman spoke.

"Ok - coast is clear. No one in the stalls."

I realized she had probably crouched down to look, just as Claire had when we entered.

"But someone left panties all over the floor of that one. So let's go in here."

Murmured assent from the male voice, and then I heard the stall right next to mine open. There was a giggle. I could see four feet shuffle around under the partition. A pair of sneakers and a pair of scrappy sandals with two inch heels.

"It's going to be tight in here," she said, and then the sound of the door closing.

I stayed crouched awkwardly on the bench, practically holding my breath. Was I about to hear a couple have sex just feet away from me? Or did she just want her partner's opinion on something?

"Are you...I mean...are you sure about his?" The guy said. His voice was hesitant, almost fearful. But there was a tinge of excitement to it, I thought.

"Of course," came the reply. "Now help me with this dress."

There was some motion and a bit of banging into the partition right next to me as they moved around. There was something about the woman's voice that was...familiar maybe?

A second later there was a rustle of fabric and a white dress fell to the floor.

I heard a low moan.

"See something you like?" She asked, in a lilting playful voice.

"You know I do," the man said, his voice sort of husky and low.

"Too bad you can't do anything about it."

I frowned. What did that mean?

There was a slither of fabric, and a pair of blue cotton panties slid down the woman's ankles. She stepped out of them.

"Pick those up."

The man quickly bent over and lifted the underwear off the ground.

"Hold on to those for me." There was another slither of fabric. "And this."

"Yes," came the reply. There was another low moan. "Oh my god...you look amazing."

"I know," Came her simple reply. "You can't look away from me, can you?"

"No..." came the husky reply. There was a feminine laugh.

"Not even if I do...this?"

There were a few seconds of silence. I tried to imagine what was happening next door. I felt my dick start to swell at the images swirling in my head.

"Please...." The man's voice sounded a bit ragged, almost pained.

"What if I touch my breasts, like this?"

A pained gasp of breath.

"Please...." He repeated.

"Please what?" She said, in a mocking tone. "Please keep going?"

"No..." he replied.

I frowned. Why on earth would he ask her to stop touching herself?

More feminine laughter.

"I'm so glad we had that little talk last night, dear. This is so much fun. What if I slide my hands down and touch myself....here?"

I heard a groan.

"No please. Please stop. It...it hurts so much, Helen."

I clapped my hand over my mouth to stifle my gasp. That's why her voice sounded familiar! It was my neighbor, Helen. My thoughts raced back to our encounter the other day. She had seen my chastity cage the other night when I had to run to my house naked, and had recognized it for what it was because of her husband's porn she found on his computer. I realized that her husband...Rick I thought his name was...must be wearing my old chastity cage. With the spikes. I winced, understanding now what was happening. I shook my head. What were the odds that they'd be in the stall right next to me? I focused in on their conversation, my head still spinning.

"...you know that I wouldn't want you even if you could, right?" Helen was saying.

"...yes.." Came his whispered reply.

I saw her feet step up to his. I tried to picture my neighbor totally naked. She was extremely fit, probably due to some sort of yoga or pilates, not to mention the fact that she was always out jogging. I thought she was in her late 30s, with long straight blond hair. She looked like a viking, with very Nordic cheekbones and nose. Her small but pert breasts must be brushing against his chest from the position of their feet.

"And why wouldn't I want you, even if you weren't in your new cage?"

There was silence for a few seconds. Helen prodded him.

"We discussed this last night..."

She gave an exasperated sigh.

"Honestly, are we going to have to go over all of this again?"

Rick's whisper seemed to float under the partition.

"Because...because I don't satisfy you."

"That's right," She answered immediately. "Because you're just too tiny. Not that you've shown much interest in fucking me for a while now anyways. You spend too much time jerking off to your cuck and chastity porn, don't you?"

"...yes," came his quiet whisper again.

"Well. We put an end to that, didn't we. Now remind me again why we're here?"

Rick let out a long breath.

"We're here to pick out some sexy underwear for you, Helen."

"That's right. Are you going to get excited to see me in it?"

"Yes."

"I'm sure you will." She laughed. "And...who's the underwear for, Rick?" Her voice lowered seductively. "Is it for you?"

There was another groan.

"No...it's not for me."

"Very good." She turned and I heard some more rustling. "See these panties? Do you think they look sexy?"

"Yes..."

"I agree. Hold on."

I caught a glimpse of a tiny white g string as she stepped into it and pulled it up her legs.

"Who's going to see this on me tonight?"

"Please don't..." Rick's reply was plaintive, but I also hear a quiver of excitement in his voice.

"Answer the question, Rick."

"Someone...someone else. Some guy that you pick up."

"That's right." There was more motion - it sounded like she was putting on a bra.

"Some guy I pick up. To fuck."

Rick's answer was a loud moan.

I shifted slightly on the bench. I was still in a crouch, and it was becoming increasingly uncomfortable.

"No..." his protest was an almost inaudible whisper.

"Move out of the way, dear. I want to see how I look in the mirror."

Rick shuffled the side. I could have reached out and touched his leg.

"I like it," Helen said. She was turning left and right, getting a good look at herself in the mirror I guessed.

"I'm going to pick up a man tonight. Because you can't satisfy me. Besides, you let me lock your little dick up in a cage, didn't you? I could tell you were excited about it."

She didn't wait for his response.

"A husband that can't satisfy his wife, and lets her lock his dick away. Sounds like a pussy to me."

Rick groaned again. Helen laughed.

"If you really didn't want me to sleep with other men, you wouldn't have let me lock you up. But you did. So here we are. Buying lingerie for some guy I'll pick up tonight. Because I don't want to sleep with a pussy. I want a nice proper cock to just absolutely rail me."

Oh god. The ache in my penis was growing unbearable. I couldn't imagine how Rick felt with the spikes. I had felt them enough to know it couldn't be pleasant.

"Please Helen...please..." he was whispering hoarsely now. I saw his hands on his knees - he was doubled over now, no doubt in pain.

I used his response to try to move. I couldn't stay in a crouch any more. I gingerly tried to sit down on the bench.

"You'll buy me lots of lingerie today. Because tonight isn't going to be a one-off. And I'm being gracious and letting you see them, but since they're not for you, I don't think you'll get to see me in these sexy things after today. They're for my boyfriends, not my husband."

There was another gasp of pain. I could see his knees were shaking slightly.

"Oh does that excite you?" Helen laughed. "It excites my pussy of a husband to think that he won't get to see me in the lingerie he buys me? Maybe you'll just see me in ratty t shirts and pajama pants from now on. Don't want to wear out the good stuff. I'll save that for my dates."

The bench suddenly gave a loud creak under me. I heard Helen and Rick both inhale sharply.

"Is there someone there?" Helen called out. I held my breath.

My eyes widened as I saw her feet move, and a second later her head and bare shoulders appeared under the partition as she got on her hands and knees. She peered up into my stall. She started in surprise, and then I saw her face flicker with recognition.

"What the..." She started laughing.

She got to her feet.

"Rick you're not going to believe this."

Their stall door unlatched, and a second later my stall door was pulled open. Helen was standing there in her underwear, a fully clothed Rick just over her shoulder.

"What the fuck..." he said. I froze.

Helen was looking me up and down, with a bright smile on her red lips. Without asking, she pushed her way into the stall, pulling her husband with her by the hand.

"Chris, meet my husband Rick. Rick, this is Chris."

I saw his eyes widen.

"Wait...Chris from our street? The one..." he glanced down at the crotch of his jeans.

Helen laughed again.

"This is just...too perfect. Chris I LOVE your outfit. Those panties are absolutely gorgeous on you." She reached out and stroked my leg gently. Her eyes were shining with amusement.

"And those stockings...so chic."

I glanced down her body. I was right about her fitness level. Her bare shoulders and arms were cut and lean. She was wearing a lacy bra with completely sheer cups. Her small pink nipples were in perfect proportion to her breasts, which were small but firm. My eyes traveled down her flat stomach. Her white g string panties matched her bra, and revealed her strong thighs and narrow but still feminine hips. The panties were also somewhat sheer, and I thought I could make out the dark shape of pubic hair. My dick was predictably trying to swell again.

I put my hands in front of my panties self-consciously and got to my feet.

"Uh..I'm sorry Helen. I wasn't trying to...to spy or anything. I heard someone come in and I sort of panicked. I didn't want to get caught in here."

Helen looked around, taking in the separate piles of underwear.

"What have you been up to in here, anyways?" She shook her head.

Rick and I looked at each other. It was strange, but knowing that he was locked up, especially in my old chastity cage, gave me sort of a sense of camaraderie. He looked a little taken aback to see me in lingerie, but luckily didn't seem angry or particularly upset by this turn of events. He was maybe a couple years older than Helen, maybe early forties, I thought. I had seen him before briefly, getting in and out of his car down the street. He was fairly handsome, with sandy brown hair, brown eyes, and a clean-shaven square jaw. Like Helen, he seemed to be quite fit under his button down shirt and jeans.

"Dear, don't you think you should thank Chris here for letting you use his chastity cage?"

He winced and then stepped forward, extending his hand. Reflexively I took it and we shook briefly.

"Hi Chris. I'm Rick. I guess you know..." he gestured down to his crotch.

I nodded and gave him a brief smile.

"Nice to officially meet you. Yes...Helen said what she...intended to do."

Helen watched us shake with an amused smile. My eyes flicked down her body. I noticed Rick was looking at her butt from behind her as well. She seemed totally un-selfconcious about standing there in her lingerie. I suppose she no longer saw us as any kind of threat or something. I certainly didn't mind, although it ensured that my penis continued to ache.

"So you overheard our little...chat," Helen said, glancing back at her husband with a sly grin.

"Uh...yeah...."

Rick grimaced again and blushed slightly.

Helen turned back to me.

"Why don't you come along? We have this whole thing worked out. Rick is going to drop me off, and then he'll park and wait a bit before he hits the club so it doesn't seem like we're together."

She slowly circled her husband as she spoke.

"That way...I can dance and flirt with whoever I want. And he'll just have to stand there and watch."

Rick groaned. Helen laughed and leaned on his shoulder.

"Maybe you can hang out with him and keep him company? You know, just a couple of chaste guys out together. Like a small dick support group."

I felt myself blush, matching her husband's complexion. We both lowered our eyes to the floor in embarrassment.

Helen laughed again.

"You guys are so cute together. Like two peas in a pod. So it's decided!"

She clapped her hands with excitement.

"So it's decided! The 38 Club, say ten pm or so tonight?"

I winced. The 38 Club was where I dropped off Amber and Claire a couple of weeks ago. It seemed like years ago - my life had changed completely since then. If I could imagine myself standing in lingerie having this conversation back then....

"Uh...I'll have to check with...with my owner."

I felt my cheeks redden again at Helen's laughter.

"Ok sure, but why don't you invite her along? Amber, right? The more the merrier."

Her eyes were wandering around the small changing stall. Suddenly she frowned.

"Um, Chris...where are your clothes?"

At that second, the chime announced that someone had just entered the back room. Rick's eyes widened and he pushed himself and Helen all of the way into the stall and swiftly shut the door behind him.

"Chris! I'm back. Sorry that took so long..."

The stall door jerked open wide.

Claire burst out laughing. The three of us were jammed into the stall. Helen and I were in underwear. Rick had a terrified expression on his face. I couldn't help notice Helen's naked hip pressed against mine as we sort of crowded together.

"Chris...how do you get yourself into these situations?" Claire gasped when she finally could speak. She wiped a tear from her cheek. "Who are your new friends? Nice bra and panties, by the way," she said, winking at Helen."

"Uh...this is Helen...and Rick," I said. "They're neighbors - they live a few doors down from Amber. Rick...uh...he's wearing my old chastity cage."

Claire's eyes widened in comprehension.

"Oh....so they're like THAT." She smiled at Helen with an admiring look on her face.

"This stuff is really new to me but I think it's so cool! Chris is so well behaved, and he's going to make me SO much money today, aren't you?"

I grimaced.

I winced as Helen elbowed me in the ribs.

"And who is your friend, Chris?"

Shit. I was always so terrible at introductions.

"Oh...sorry...this is Claire. She works here. She's a friend of Amber's."

Helen nodded.

"I see. And so...you're buying...all of this?"

She glanced down at my panties.

"Uh...no...I guess I'm buying...all of that."

I pointed at the large stack of lingerie on the bench behind us. She let out a whistle.

"Holy shit."

"I know, right?" Claire said brightly. "It's going to be my best month ever."

I grimaced again. I tried to approximate how much it would be, but it was impossible. Some of the panties were only fifteen or twenty dollars but some were much much more.

"Well, we should get going" Helen said, brushing past Rick on her way out of the stall. Claire stepped aside to let her leave. Rick followed her, dutifully.

Helen stopped. I allowed myself one last look at her body in the tiny white bra and panties. I tried to burn the image into my brain. I didn't know how long it would be before I was permitted to see another nearly naked woman.

"Claire, why don't you join us at the 38 Club tonight? It's going to be so much fun!" She looked at Rick as she said that, smiling.

Claire looked at me. I shrugged slightly.

"Hm. Ok, I HAVE been thinking about a night out." Her face brightened. "Maybe I'll ask Thom if he's free!"

I remembered rubbing her feet last night while she sexted with Thom - the guy that Amber and Claire had found for her online. He had passed their "selection process" which mostly seemed to consist of evaluating his dick.