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On an early August evening, Misty watched TV in her room, and thought about the near future. In just a few weeks, she would be leaving for college at UCLA in California. She would be leaving her boyfriend Eric behind, and that concerned her. He had been her only lover, and soon she would be at a college campus with many other guys around. She knew of the parties that often happened there, and also realized sex was a common activity.
Then she heard a car pull into the driveway next door. The house had been sold recently to a married couple, after being empty for several months. She looked out her window, and saw a lovely woman with long brunette hair walking to the house with a good looking guy. Misty noticed how well her shapely breasts pushed out against the tight blue top that she wore. She had gone with her parents the previous night to meet them. They had introduced themselves as Kyle and Sarah Peterson. He was twenty nine, and his loving wife was twenty five. They had been blissfully married for just over a year, and did not have any children yet. Misty discovered that the couple's bedroom was directly across from hers, both on the upper floor.
The next night, Misty had just crawled in bed, when she heard voices outside her window. She glanced out, and in the streetlamps, saw Sarah step out of their car wearing a short, figure-hugging dress. Her husband got out, and she embraced him tightly.
They entered the dark house, and then moments later, a bright light switched on in the upstairs bedroom. The curtains were open just enough to permit Misty a clear view, as they walked around the room. Sarah gently pushed Kyle onto the bed, straddled him, and removed his shirt. They kissed passionately as his hands roamed her body. Misty wished she could overhear them, but had to settle for spying.
Sarah stood up and switched on her nightstand lamp, and then shut off the bright ceiling light. This left the room dim, but the lamp cast enough light to still see them both. Sarah removed his jeans and underwear, and then slipped off her black dress. She had not worn a bra, and her stunning body was only covered in tiny white panties. The soft glow of the dim light made the scene even sexier. Sarah toyed teasingly with her tits, and after a few gentle kisses, began to generously give him a slow, tantalizing, hand job.