Miss Goody Two Shoes

As I was hanging out my washing, Mary, my elderly neighbour called me over.
"Victoria, I don't really know how to tell you this, but my son is coming to stay with us, on Wednesday." she muttered.
"That'll be nice for you. I didn't know that you had a son," I replied, somewhat in shock.
We'd lived next to Mary and Ron for over two years and they'd never mentioned a son.
"He's been away," she continued, "in jail." The last two words were whispered.
"Oh!" I put my hand over my mouth, "You never said."
"Well, we were embarrassed, and we didn't think that he would want to come home, but his parole officer has insisted. I'm sorry, I'm really sorry." Mary was crying now.
Over a cup of coffee, Mary explained that Tony had got in a fight with his girlfriends' ex and stabbed him. A condition of his early release was that he had to live at home for six months.
My husband was just as shocked, as I was, when I told him the news. We agreed that there was nothing that we could do, but to be civil to him, for Mary and Ron's sake, and we'd try to keep our young sons away from him.
On the Wednesday evening I watched Mary and Ron arrive home from prison with their son.
He was a `man-mountain'! Over six feet tall and he'd obviously spent all of his free time in the gym.
We didn't see or hear anything from our neighbours over the next few days. Then on the Saturday, when I was hanging out yet more washing, I could hear clanging noises from Ron's garage. I looked up to see Tony setting up some gym equipment through the open door. When he spotted me, he waved. I smiled and nervously waved back.
Over the next few days I would hear or see him working out whenever I was in my garden or kitchen, when he spotted me he would always wave and flash a very cheeky smile.
On the Wednesday, when I was hanging out the washing (again!), I heard Tony grunting as he lifted his heavy weights.
I looked over to see him lifting some weights above his head, only wearing a pair of tiny shorts. I'd never seen a man that looked so fit. His whole body was full of rippling muscles. He looked like someone off Baywatch, but with cheap tattoos on his arms.
I must have been staring at him for a couple of minutes, because I was startled when he dropped the weights, grinned and went into one of those poses that makes a bodybuilders' body look like it's going to explode.
Embarrassed I ran into the house.
The following day I was late for work, and as I ran down the garden path I dropped my keys.
As I bent over to pick them up I heard a car horn `toot'. I looked up to see Tony sitting in the drivers seat of a smart BMW.

"Do you need a lift?" he asked.
Flustered, I looked at my watch. A lift would be great - but from him?
"Hmmm," I mumbled, as I looked at my watch again.
He flashed his shiny smile, "Come on, get in. I won't bite!" he laughed as he opened the door, "Well, maybe a little nibble!" he said with a cheeky wink.
I got in, and as I turned to pull on the seat belt, I was conscious that my short skirt had risen up my thigh.
"Hey! Hey!" he laughed as he squeezed my thigh; "You really do know how to make a man feel welcome!"
"Stop that!" I shouted as I slapped his hand, "Let me out!"
Still laughing he accelerated the car out of the street.
Each time he changed gear he deliberately stroked my leg.
Terrified, I tried to move to the edge of the seat, but he grabbed my thigh and pulled me back.
"Ha, ha, ha. You're not frightened of little old me, are you?" He cackled.
"Sort of." I mumbled.
"I don't think so." Tony said, "I've seen you watching me working out. 'Miss Goody Fucking Two Shoes'! You like what you see, don't you?"
I stared out of the window, trying to ignore him.
"That husband of yours is a bit boring, isn't he?" he continued, "it's no wonder that you've been flashing your little knickers for me."
"I have not!" I retorted, as we stopped at some traffic lights.
"Yes you have. Every time you bend over, you flash your pants. You know you do! And don't get me started about what you put on your washing line." He laughed, as he began stroking the outside of my thigh, "My favourites are the pink frilly ones. Have you got them on now?" He asked as he lifted up the front of my skirt and turned his head to look at the crotch of my knickers.
I was so frightened I felt unable to stop him.
" White and see through! I can't see much bush either. You are a little minx, aren't you!" He whispered into my ear, as I straightened my skirt, "If I got you on your own you'd be a right dirty fuck, wouldn't you? Miss Goody Fucking Two Shoes? I don't think so!"

"Why are you calling me that?" I asked, with tears filling my eyes.
"My Mum has told me all about you and your `perfect' husband- Mr. Boring, and you - Missus fucking perfect!"
"This is where I need to get out?" I whispered as he pulled up outside of the office where I work.
"I know." He winked as he leant over me, touching my breasts, as he opened my door.
As I moved to get out, he grabbed my leg, "Don't I get a little kiss?" he asked as he stroked my thigh again.
"Piss off!" I hissed, as I slammed the door and ran across the pavement.
Once inside I locked myself in the toilet. I was trembling with fear. I couldn't believe what that man had just done to me and I'd done nothing to stop him.
I couldn't concentrate, all day. My head was in a spin. Was he right about me flashing my panties at him? I love wearing hipster jeans and that is one of the consequences, but I'd not do it on purpose - would I? Also, I'd honestly, never thought about hanging my underwear on the line in the garden. After all who would see them apart from Mary and my husband.

Of course, things were different now, because I had a red blooded, ex-convict living next door, who hadn't seen a woman for two whole years, so I would have to be more discrete.