showdolly
Sexy Cyber Slut
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Darla hadn't yet gotten used to the empty house. It was big - not a mansion, but 4 bedrooms was big for a single college gal - and the family that Grandma had hired to take care of the 7 acres in return for letting them farm it were nice. They lived a few miles up the road, beyond the crest of the hill and out of sight. In fact, the only house within view on the country road was the one across the street. Their properties faced eachother, but the driveways and the actual homes sat a little caddy-corner from one another, giving just the right amount of privacy as well as country friendliness.
The other house had been empty for several years, and as long as Darla remembered living there with Grandma. Grandma had just passed 9 months ago, and left the homestead to her only granddaughter. Grandma had raised Darla as her own, her parents having been killed when she was young. Now that Grandma was gone, and Darla was beginning the first of her last two semesters in college, she wasn't quite sure what she'd do with herself....
She was a pretty girl. 5'10" tall, taller than most of her college gal pals, and as thin, tanned, and toned as any of them. Her 32C breasts revealed no tanlines and sat nicecly upon her 24-30 frame. She walked everywhere she went, and carried all of her books, so she got plenty of exercise.
She was comforting herself in the old home, getting used to the emptiness of it, while still honoring the memory of Grandma. Today, she had pulled out Grandma's old recipe box and was trying to mix up a batch of those wonderful chocolate chip cookies! Damn, but she was out of sugar.
She'd noticed the movers across the street last week, and had been curious enough about who might be moving into the house to keep an eye on things. The only person she ever saw was a youngish guy - about her age but probably a little younger. She wasn't sure if he lived there alone, or with roomies or parents, or exactly what was going on with his situation, but had already noticed his body. Muscular, toned and tanned, and those blue eyes.... If she had a chance she could get lost in them, but if she were ever close enough to get that lost, she may not be paying attention to his eyes much, either. She'd not had a serious boyfriend since Grandma got sick a couple of years ago, though she'd had some fun and some friends along the way. Recovering from Grandma's death finally, and realizing how long it had been since she'd had much of that sort of fun, Darla had once again begun to think of things and pleasure herself at night, or in the shower.... She knew she was a sexual being, and amongst getting to know her own body, occasionally walked around in the nude. It just felt... lighter, somehow.
Today, though, she was wearing a denim skirt and a white, button-down blouse which revealed her flat stomach. Her hair pulled back in a pony tail, and flower all over her face, she whipped on a pair of leisure shoes and trotted across the street. She did need sugar, and besides, maybe she'd finally get to meet that hot younger hunk across the street.
The other house had been empty for several years, and as long as Darla remembered living there with Grandma. Grandma had just passed 9 months ago, and left the homestead to her only granddaughter. Grandma had raised Darla as her own, her parents having been killed when she was young. Now that Grandma was gone, and Darla was beginning the first of her last two semesters in college, she wasn't quite sure what she'd do with herself....
She was a pretty girl. 5'10" tall, taller than most of her college gal pals, and as thin, tanned, and toned as any of them. Her 32C breasts revealed no tanlines and sat nicecly upon her 24-30 frame. She walked everywhere she went, and carried all of her books, so she got plenty of exercise.
She was comforting herself in the old home, getting used to the emptiness of it, while still honoring the memory of Grandma. Today, she had pulled out Grandma's old recipe box and was trying to mix up a batch of those wonderful chocolate chip cookies! Damn, but she was out of sugar.
She'd noticed the movers across the street last week, and had been curious enough about who might be moving into the house to keep an eye on things. The only person she ever saw was a youngish guy - about her age but probably a little younger. She wasn't sure if he lived there alone, or with roomies or parents, or exactly what was going on with his situation, but had already noticed his body. Muscular, toned and tanned, and those blue eyes.... If she had a chance she could get lost in them, but if she were ever close enough to get that lost, she may not be paying attention to his eyes much, either. She'd not had a serious boyfriend since Grandma got sick a couple of years ago, though she'd had some fun and some friends along the way. Recovering from Grandma's death finally, and realizing how long it had been since she'd had much of that sort of fun, Darla had once again begun to think of things and pleasure herself at night, or in the shower.... She knew she was a sexual being, and amongst getting to know her own body, occasionally walked around in the nude. It just felt... lighter, somehow.
Today, though, she was wearing a denim skirt and a white, button-down blouse which revealed her flat stomach. Her hair pulled back in a pony tail, and flower all over her face, she whipped on a pair of leisure shoes and trotted across the street. She did need sugar, and besides, maybe she'd finally get to meet that hot younger hunk across the street.