Ever since moving into her brand new Docklands apartment Shanie had been wondering about her next door neighbour. Each evening, when she arrived home exhausted from her new job in the City, Shanie tended to head straight for a perfectly chilled glass of Chardonnay as she curled up on the settee in front the usual rubbish on the TV to help her to unwind.
She knew from when she was shown round the block by the agent that her lounge shared a wall with her neighbour's. At around 7 pm each evening, around the time she heard her neighbour come in from work, she'd noticed that she could hear voices. For the first couple of weeks she couldn't quite figure out what was going on. She could hear moaning, and it was definitely sexual. But she was pretty sure that there was just one woman, in her late 40s, living there and she never heard the doorbell ring or any visitors coming or going.
Eventually Shanie realised, her neighbour was addicted to porn. Lesbian porn – there was never any hint of a man in what she could hear. Once she realised Shanie couldn't help but turn her mind to what her neighbour was up to. She imagined her naked on her sofa. Despite being some 20 years older than Shanie, she was extremely attractive. Long, firm legs which Shanie had never seen out of amazing, expensive spike heeled shoes. A great ass which was always shown off in tight fitting, short skirts. And perfect large breasts which swung pendulously as she walked. Shanie shuddered as she imagined her neighbour without the skirt suits she saw her in every morning as they both left for work. Of course in Shanie's imagination she kept the spike heels on though, they were so incredibly sexy.
The more Shanie thought about the sexy, mature, confident woman next door, playing with her slick wet pussy while she watched other women playing with slick wet pussies, the harder Shanie found it to think about anything else. She tried to find other ways of occupying her time but nothing could truly distract her from the thought of what was going on next door, or from the now almost permanent wetness she felt between her legs.