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Jenna giggled as she stumbled through the front door. She turned and gave a flirty, half-drunk wave as her date pulled out of the driveway with a hint of disappointment on his face. The poor man thought she was going to invite him in. If only he knew she didn’t invite men in; not into her home and not into that delicious area between her legs. No man had gotten inside since her divorce had been finalized over six months ago.
Oh god, had it really been six months? Six whole months since that bastard finally signed the papers and she was free to walk away after ten miserable years. Six whole months with only her fingers and Reginald, her trusty vibrator, for release. After the divorce, though, Jenna hadn’t wanted to sleep with another man. Sure, they were good for a night out and a few free drinks, but nothing more. Jenna was done with men. Done with cocks that could wander off when the next pretty thing walked by.
She stumbled up the stairs, dropping her purse and ditching her shoes as she walked. She’d moved a few months after the divorce. She needed a new start, a new place, somewhere that wasn’t tied to so many memories. So many nightmares and wasted dreams. A quiet little home in suburbia seemed to fit the bill. A far cry from her life in the city, it was the quintessential two-story house on a cul-de-sac, complete with housewives and kids riding their bikes to meet the ice cream man. She stuck out like a sore thumb, the bohemian divorcee who would rather wear leather pants and stilettos than be caught dead in an apron and mom jeans.
But the house did have its perks, including the tasty little neighbor whom Jenna had spotted on numerous occasions. With their bedroom windows facing each other, Jenna wondered how many times the young woman had seen her dressing and undressing and...other things. With her little exhibitionist streak, Jenna couldn't deny she got a slight thrill every time she "forgot" to close her blinds at night, imagining that the quintessential girl next door was seeing her naked body. The thrill turned to exciting tingles when Jenna imagined her neighbor getting turned on, touching herself, as she took in the view.
As she tripped into her room that night, her red dress already halfway down her body and her bare breasts peaked by hardened nipples, Jenna couldn't deny her primal urges. With blinds open and lights on, Jenna sat on her bed, halfway turned to the window so that, just in case she was watching, her neighbor could get a decent view. Her dress was on the floor and her panties soon followed. Naked, she reached into her nightstand and pulled out Reginald. Thinking of the young woman watching had Jenna more than ready.
She propped one foot up on the bed, opening herself up, and began to tease her clit with Reginald’s black head. Moaning softly, she eased him inside her. Already dripping, he had no problems sliding inside. She moved him in and out, fucking herself faster, harder. One hand pulling at her full breasts as she fucked the vibrator. It didn’t take long for the familiar sensation of an impending orgasm to build inside her. And, just as she was ready to cum, Jenna looked directly into the window across from her, and orgasmed harder than she had in months.
Jenna giggled as she stumbled through the front door. She turned and gave a flirty, half-drunk wave as her date pulled out of the driveway with a hint of disappointment on his face. The poor man thought she was going to invite him in. If only he knew she didn’t invite men in; not into her home and not into that delicious area between her legs. No man had gotten inside since her divorce had been finalized over six months ago.
Oh god, had it really been six months? Six whole months since that bastard finally signed the papers and she was free to walk away after ten miserable years. Six whole months with only her fingers and Reginald, her trusty vibrator, for release. After the divorce, though, Jenna hadn’t wanted to sleep with another man. Sure, they were good for a night out and a few free drinks, but nothing more. Jenna was done with men. Done with cocks that could wander off when the next pretty thing walked by.
She stumbled up the stairs, dropping her purse and ditching her shoes as she walked. She’d moved a few months after the divorce. She needed a new start, a new place, somewhere that wasn’t tied to so many memories. So many nightmares and wasted dreams. A quiet little home in suburbia seemed to fit the bill. A far cry from her life in the city, it was the quintessential two-story house on a cul-de-sac, complete with housewives and kids riding their bikes to meet the ice cream man. She stuck out like a sore thumb, the bohemian divorcee who would rather wear leather pants and stilettos than be caught dead in an apron and mom jeans.
But the house did have its perks, including the tasty little neighbor whom Jenna had spotted on numerous occasions. With their bedroom windows facing each other, Jenna wondered how many times the young woman had seen her dressing and undressing and...other things. With her little exhibitionist streak, Jenna couldn't deny she got a slight thrill every time she "forgot" to close her blinds at night, imagining that the quintessential girl next door was seeing her naked body. The thrill turned to exciting tingles when Jenna imagined her neighbor getting turned on, touching herself, as she took in the view.
As she tripped into her room that night, her red dress already halfway down her body and her bare breasts peaked by hardened nipples, Jenna couldn't deny her primal urges. With blinds open and lights on, Jenna sat on her bed, halfway turned to the window so that, just in case she was watching, her neighbor could get a decent view. Her dress was on the floor and her panties soon followed. Naked, she reached into her nightstand and pulled out Reginald. Thinking of the young woman watching had Jenna more than ready.
She propped one foot up on the bed, opening herself up, and began to tease her clit with Reginald’s black head. Moaning softly, she eased him inside her. Already dripping, he had no problems sliding inside. She moved him in and out, fucking herself faster, harder. One hand pulling at her full breasts as she fucked the vibrator. It didn’t take long for the familiar sensation of an impending orgasm to build inside her. And, just as she was ready to cum, Jenna looked directly into the window across from her, and orgasmed harder than she had in months.