Change was never my thing. Even minor changes tend to send me into a tailspin. So it should have been a surprise on that cloudy day in February, just two days after the biggest snowfall the city had seen in years, to find myself alone. Tom, my boyfriend of three years came home looking perfectly prim and proper. He looked me in the eyes and told me there was someone else. To say I didn't handle it well would be a major understatement.
I lost it.
I couldn't eat, sleep, or work. My friends tried to get me to move on but the shock of it all was too much. Three years felt like a lifetime. I was certain he was the one. I was convinced he would be proposing any day now. I was wrong.
After being a zombie for three months I made a decision I never thought I was capable of. After living in the same state my entire life I decided to call in some favors. I managed to get an interview with a company based in Seattle, a city I had never seen for real but always thought was beautiful in pictures. It was also clear across the country.
Seattle is beautiful. If you've never been, you really should. But this story isn't about the city or the amazing Market or even the Space Needle, I'll save that story for another day. This story is about how my move to Seattle changed my life forever and for the better.
Almost ten years of 50 to 70 hour workweeks and a saver's mindset provided me with a substantial amount of money for a new place. After months of living out of a rental I finally found my dream home, a stunning two floor, two-bedroom townhouse with breathtaking views of Puget Sound and the Needle, plus a separate guest house above the garage. Both were decked out in top quality appliances and fully furnished to my taste. It was fate.
Although I could afford the house, after a few weeks I decided to rent out the guest house to help with the mortgage.
It took a little over two weeks to find a tenant.
Meet Jeff, a twenty two year old, working college student who had just moved out of his parents place. Jeff played sports in high school and his tall, muscular frame showed off years of work. It was obvious he took pride in his body, and for a brief moment I allowed myself to appreciate his hard work.
He even introduced me to his parents, which was a large factor in my decision to rent to him. His parents were maybe ten, fifteen at the most, years older than me. They were fun-loving, young at heart and incredibly kind. And from what I saw, they raised Jeff to be a strong, confident, respectful young man. I didn't kid myself, I knew that he'd have girls over and probably a party here and there, but I never worried about him taking advantage of me.
Classes had come to an end for the summer and Jeff offered to take care of the yard work for me in his off time. He had taken a full time job working for one of the tour companies in town. I want to say a trolley or bus tour but I never really paid much attention. He was busy, rarely home and when he was he either took care of our yard or was in his place.
It was the day after the Forth of July, which was on a Friday that year, that our story really begins.
Jeff had asked if he could have some friends over for a BBQ on the forth. I had plans to visits friends and agreed as long as he cleaned up after everyone. He promised and off I went.
When I returned to the house after my party, the boys, his usual group of friends with a few ladies, were still going strong in the backyard. I wished them all a good evening and headed in for bed. Jeff promised they would keep it down and even offered to move the party inside. I told him it wasn't necessary and was asleep moments after my head hit the pillow.
I woke the next morning just after eight feeling hornier than I had in months.
Now remember, Tom broke up with me in February it's now July. Other than my fingers and the occasional stolen moments with my good friend Mr. Vibrator I've had not sexual contact with anyone in months. In truth I hadn't thought about it in months. I threw myself into the move, my new job, my new house. But suddenly I was very aware of my body and how badly it wanted attention. And not just from me. With an annoyed growl I took a cold shower, dressed in my pale pink silk robe and went down to make myself some coffee.
I brought the coffee and some toast back up to the sitting area in my room where my book sat waiting for me.
My sitting room, if that's what you call it, is a window seat off of the back of the house overlooking the backyard. The seat is incredibly comfortable with large fluffy pillows and one of my favorite throws. I curled up on the seat, facing the yard and began to read.
My guilty pleasure is erotic stories and within minutes the sexual buzzing in my body became more than I could bear. I placed my coffee mug on the table I set up beside the seat and let my fingers slip down over my body.
I'm not a size two; in fact, I'm more like a twelve. I have curves. Curves that only certain people approve of but I never thought of myself as unattractive. I was known for my dimpled smile and ocean blue eyes. In the past it was my breasts and plump ass that men seemed attracted too. They were both on the larger side, so their big hands could really dig in. Since I left home I had lost a bit of weight but my stomach was never going to be flat and I had finally come to accept it.
As I read through the dirty story about strangers in a dance club my fingers moved beneath my robe and down between my soft, creamy thighs. I was surprised to find how wet I already was. I slowly traced the lips of my pussy with my fingers, teasing them as I read. When I reached the end of the chapter I couldn't wait any longer. I put the book down so that I could tease my begging nipples while moving my middle finger to circle my hardening clit.
It didn't take long for the need to take over. My fingers were moving fast, one pinching my nipples, hard, the other fucking my wet hole before circling my clit, rubbing it hard and fast. That's when I realized the best part about living alone.
I screamed as loud as I could when I came. Allowing all my frustration and the joy of my orgasm to freely express itself. My twitching thighs trapped my hand against my wet mound. My hand practically slapped my nipples. My eyes were closed, basking in the afterglow for a good five minutes before I finally opened them and looked down. My robe had fallen open, my nude body on display for anyone looking through the window. I quickly looked outside but the only way someone could see me was if they were looking from Jeff's living room window. Just as I looked his way, the curtains dropped.
