It was not the first time that Janet had seen her at the grocery store. In fact Janet had seen her each Tuesday morning about 10:00 for the last four weeks. She had already seen her today by the bacon. Every time the reaction had been about the same, weak knees and a racing heart. Janet lingered with the freezer door open looking at the frozen turkey dinners, the cold air barely affecting the raging heat from between her legs. It was good she didn't have anything on under her knee length jean skirt. That was her one 'naughty' pleasure. She felt it was safe since no one would ever know; yet it made her feel sexy. As she shut the door with the window all fogged up, no longer able to see what was behind it, she put three turkey dinners in her basket.
Janet had no illusions of being a stunning beauty, though she thought she was nice looking. She had that natural earthy look that flatters some older women. Her long gray and black hair was often pulled back in a ponytail, but sometimes like today it was just spread across her shoulders. Her last lover had told her she was pretty many times. Maggie had been good for Janet and Janet for her. That was now history and Janet had lived in Rockville for a month. Rockville was about as far away from Morristown as Janet could move. Double that distance would have been even better.
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Janet didn't actually live in Rockville; she lived in a cabin nestled in the foothills about ten miles east. It was secluded in a valley with a stream down the slope from the cabin. There had already been a hard rain and light snow, now the stream had a nice roar to it.
A new log lay on the fire and was just about to catch, loud pops and cracks were echoing though the one room cabin. It was one room that is if you didn't count the bathroom that sat behind the large rectangular main room. Even though there was just one room, she still thought of the different areas by their function.
As she walked from the living room to the kitchen, she kicked her shoes off and the soft sounds of her bare feet against the floor drifted up to her ears. She enjoyed walking around the cabin barefooted; it gave her a sense of contact with the wooden timbers of the building. Something she enjoyed very much. It was sensual.
By the time she stood in front of the three bags of groceries, her blouse was unbuttoned and the nakedness of her chest partially exposed. The cool mountain air caused her nipples to almost firm up and she touched one lightly with a fingertip. "There," she moaned out loud as it became erect.
The refrigerator door opened revealing mostly bare shelves. A six-pack of beer, mayonnaise, and some hot dogs from the grocery store today helped make it a little less so. The freezer was just as desperate for company as she stacked the frozen dinners and one package of two small filet mignon steaks neatly on the bottom shelf next to the ice trays. She gave the boxes a little nudge to straighten them before closing the door. A bottle of Merlot was placed on the counter midway between the refrigerator and the sink with a slight twist of the bottle to make sure the label was in the front. She tapped the folded and creased paper grocery bags making sure they were aligned properly before laying them on the others under the counter.
She carried a soft chocolate chip cookie with her and sat on the floor in front of the fire, the new log now indistinguishable from the other flaming logs on a glowing pile of embers. Leaning against the front of the overstuffed leather chair, one knee up, the other leg sprawled out to the side, Janet let her mind drift as she stared at the tops of the flames.
"Bitch!" she screamed out not really knowing where the rage had suddenly come from. But as she thought about it, she began to realize it had been directed at Maggie. As suddenly and loudly, she added, "And for a guy!"
A fingertip played between her legs under her skirt, just touching some of the skin around her opening without any attempt to enjoy what she was doing, just touching out of nervousness more than anything. She nibbled on the edge of her cookie as she remembered how much she had enjoyed nibbling on all the parts of Maggie. That connection between sex and Maggie almost made her want to never touch or be touched by anyone again.
The fingertip snaked inside the wetness and she let her head lay back, her long hair draped over the cushion of the chair. She could not deny how nice what she was doing really felt. Suddenly a loud "Ah-h-h" filled the room for a moment and then she took another bite of the cookie just before the piece would have broken off and fallen into her lap.
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The sun peeked over the top of the trees as Janet stood naked on the porch holding her morning cup of coffee. A light breeze blew her hair and she reached up with her free hand to brush a few strands of hair out of her eyes as she turned to go back inside out of the cold air.
She sat the cup on the counter as she passed though the kitchen on her way to take a shower. Standing in the entrance to the nicely tiled shower designed so no curtain was needed, she twisted the knob for the hot water. As the steam began to rise and fill the whole room, she turned on the cold water, just enough to keep from scalding her, but leaving it hot enough to make her skin tingle. Tingle like it had in the middle of the night as she had flicked her clit around like a punching bag. "God, that felt good," she mumbled softly remembering that part of the night for the third time as she stepped under the water.
A bar of soap in one hand, a fluffy washcloth in the other, she let the water flow across her breasts and thought of how nice it would be if that were someone's tongue. The soap lather soon hid the nipple as she rubbed the bar over it far longer than necessary just to get it clean. The cloth splashed as it fell on the floor by her feet, the fingers that had just let go of it now probed her as if digging to China. Her knees weakened and she fell back against the wall. "Oh fuck!" she moaned loudly as the orgasm began and didn't seem ready to stop for a while.
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By mid afternoon, the clouds had cleared and the temperature was nearly 49. Out of the wind, the sun felt good as Janet walked from the cabin towards the stream. A large flat rock provided a quiet refuge from the quiet of the cabin. After all, she was here to recover from Maggie and the only way she knew how to do that was to be alone.
She undressed and carefully folded her jeans and blouse, then laid them near the edge of the rock. Lying on her back, the warmth of the rock against her skin felt like a body pressed against her in the middle of the night. Before she realized it, she was asleep.
It was probably the crack of a branch or the boot against the gravel of the path that woke Janet. She looked around quickly. "Not a bear," she thought. Before she could react more, a voice called out "Hello." The sleep worked its way out of her eyes enough to see a face of a woman her age that seemed familiar. Something she thought strange since she didn't know anyone in Rockville yet.
"Didn't mean to wake you up."
"Shouldn't have gone to sleep." Janet's mind raced to remember the face as she sat up, still naked and not even thinking to cover herself.
"We've passed in the grocery store. I'm Karen." She reached her hand out not seeming to be embarrassed by Janet's lack of dress.
Janet crossed a leg as she took Karen's hand in hers. "I'm Janet. I should have said 'hello' in the store. Sorry." She pointed at the cabin. "I live there."
"I've always liked that place. It was empty for a long time."
"Just bought it recently. Haven't seen you up this way before."
"Thought I'd try a different trail this afternoon. Pretty secluded up here."
"That was one of the things I liked about the cabin. I just needed to get away from someone and someplace. Have a seat." Janet patted the rock next to her.
Karen sat down. "My husband became interested in teenagers. Bastard!"
"Boys?"
"Nah. Some girl. Could have been his daughter if we'd had any kids. And her twin sister, the three of them in bed. Gross!"
"Very long ago?"
"I don't know. Maybe 5 months, 1 week, and 2 days ago." She made a nervous little laugh. "Pretty much past that now. And you?"
"My girlfriend of 15 years. Some guy from where she worked. Bitch! Fucker!"
"I see you're past that too." This time they both roared with laughter, holding their stomachs and bending over.
"Want to see the inside of the cabin you've liked from afar?"
"I peeked in the windows last summer, but sure."
Janet carried her clothes and walked barefooted though the tall wild grass along a gravel path, Karen walked next to her.
Karen glanced at Janet. "Your girlfriend?"
"Hope you don't mind?"
The door closed behind them and Janet tossed a small log on the fire. It instantly began to catch fire.
"Not much to it. Just the one large room." Janet pointed. "A nice bathroom back there." She sat on the couch and began pulling her jeans back on.
"Don't feel like you have to dress because of me," Karen said as the fingers of her left hand absentmindedly rubbed between her legs a few times, then jerked away as she realize what she had just done to herself.
Janet continued to pull her jeans on. "Don't be ashamed. I do that too."
Karen blushed as she realized that Janet had seen her touch herself.
