Robyn's heart was racing and her breathing was short and shallow.
Seven took my blouse off and unhooked my bra letting it drop over my shoulders.
"We shouldn't be doing this," I panted.
She pushed me back against the wall and said, "Resistance is futile."
Seven pulled the zipper down on my jeans letting them drop to the floor leaving me standing there in my panties.
Pulling my panties down she pushed me back on the bed burying her face between my legs.
"Yes, yes...please don't stop." Seven had her arms wrapped around my legs trying to stop my gyrations while she sucked on my clit. "Oh fuck, I'm cumming."
Robyn woke as she climaxed. She was breathless and drenched in sweat. Reaching down between her legs she felt her swollen clit underneath the soaked panties. It was the second wet dream this week.
As she lay in bed enjoying the afterglow of her orgasm Robyn thought of Seven of Nine, the Borg character from Star Trek Voyager. Ever since she started binge watching Voyager on Netflix all she could think of was Seven's thong. Her body suit was so tight the thong was clearly visible.
Back to reality...
Robyn was pulling weeds when she saw Lisa walking by with her babies.
"Lisa," Robyn called. "I've got to get out of this dirt. Can you wait a minute while I put my sneakers on and walk with you?"
Lisa was in her early twenties and a stay at home mom with six month old twin baby boys.
As Lisa and Robyn walked around the neighborhood it didn't take long before Lisa starting telling Robyn about her marital problems.
"He hasn't fucked me in nearly a year," she said. Tears were running down her cheeks. "He won't even go down on me." Lisa was letting out nearly a year's worth of sexual frustration. "As soon as I told him I was pregnant it was total hands off. Even now, six months after our twins were born he still won't touch me."
Robyn sympathized and told her to drop by this afternoon for happy hour.
