"Yeah sure Mum, that's fine...okay I'll see you tomorrow, bye."
Putting her mobile down on the coffee table, Lynda picked up the remote and flicked through the channels in the hope of finding something worth watching. After around five minutes, she gave up and decided to start getting ready early. Lynda had been on about five dates with Phil and while he seemed like a nice enough sort of bloke, she wasn't really sure if he was right for her, he was a little on the boring side and perhaps a little too nice for her taste. At almost forty years old, she had still not managed to find Mr. Right, her longest relationship had only lasted around two years and that was over a decade ago. Her friends were always teasing her for being too picky but it wasn't really that, it was simply that she couldn't find anyone who had that spark, that something that made them different, 'the one'.
Getting up, she made her way into the bedroom. She was about to draw the curtains when she noticed a light on in the flat opposite; the curtains were drawn but she could see silhouettes moving across them. Flat 89 had been empty for as long as Lynda could remember and she had lived in the block for almost three years so she was quite surprised to see a light on.
"Hmm, looks like I'm getting a neighbour at last," she shrugged, drawing her curtains and starting to get undressed. For a woman of her age, she had a trim, athletic figure, a result of visiting the gym at least three times a week. Her vibrant blue eyes and blonde hair, cut in a page boy style, gave her something of a confident, domineering appearance, although that wasn't really in her nature.
Lynda sighed as she thought about how to let Phil down gently. She knew it wasn't going to be nice, but there was no point in carrying on the relationship, it just didn't seem to be going anywhere. Grabbing a towel, she stepped into the bathroom and turned on the shower.
*************
A few hours later she returned home. Stepping into the lift, Lynda pressed the button for the top floor and leant against the wall. As it turned out, the evening hadn't turned out that bad. After meeting up with Phil and calling time on their relationship (which he had took a lot better than Lynda had expected, or had liked if she was honest) she bumped into a few of her work mates and decided to have a 'couple' of drinks. Eleven Bacardi and Cokes later she had bundled herself into a taxi back home which was why she was now propping herself up against the lift wall barely able to keep her eyes open. Arriving at her floor, the doors opened and she wobbled out towards her front door and fished around in her handbag for her keys.
"Where the fuck are they?" she hissed. Eventually Lynda found them. Falling through the front door, she closed it behind her, threw her handbag on the sofa and staggered into the bedroom flopping face down on the bed. And then it started.
"Uuuhhh...fuck no...you've gotta be joking," she groaned, feeling the room starting to spin. As the watery sensation rushed into her mouth, she just managed to reach the bathroom as an arc of vomit exploded from her mouth, quickly followed by further three.
"Ohhh God!" she gasped, gripping the lavatory pan and spitting the remnants into the water. Eventually she felt well enough to stand. Rinsing her mouth under the cold tap on the wash basin, she shuffled back into bedroom and flicked on the bedside lamp. Although throwing up had made her feel much better Lynda still felt a little groggy so she decided to open the window and let in a little fresh air. Drawing back the curtain she was just about to reach for the handle when a movement in the window opposite caught her eye.
"What the hell?".......
The curtains had now been drawn back and standing there in the dim light in the middle of the room was a girl in just a black bra and thong. Lynda guessed she was probably around early to mid twenties with thick dark curly hair that cascaded down her back. Her figure was voluptuous with thick chunky thighs, a curvy bum and large boobs, barely contained within the bra. Peeping from round the edge of the window, Lynda watched on intrigued as the girl performed a series of lunges and stretching exercises, pausing briefly just to remove the bra, her pendulous breasts now swinging freely as she resumed her exercises.
"Jesus Christ," Lynda whispered to herself, swallowing hard. For some strange reason she just couldn't take her eyes off this girl, but couldn't understand why. After all, it wasn't as if she hadn't seen a half naked woman before, she saw them all the time at the gym in her never ending quest to keep in shape, so what was so special about this one?
After about ten minutes, the girl finished her routine; wiping her brow, she stepped over to the bed and lay down, smoothing her hands over her breasts and down her thighs. Because of the position of the bed in the room, Lynda had to move round a little so she could still see what the girl was doing.
"Oh my God!"
Open mouthed, she looked on as the dark haired beauty slipped her right hand inside her thong and gently rubbed as she twisted her nipples with her left. Watching her masturbate, Lynda could feel a strange sensation building in her stomach and making its way down between her legs. Unable to resist any longer, she unbuttoned her trousers and slipped her hand inside her underwear, the soft lips already wet.
"Oh God...yes!" she gasped, rubbing her swollen clit as she watched the object of her desire thrashing round on her bed as she neared orgasm. Seconds later, the girl arched her back, shaking her head as climax tore through her curvaceous body. When she finally settled, she lazily threw out an arm and the room went black.
"Oh no!" Lynda groaned despairingly, the beautiful vision snatched away from her at exactly the wrong moment. Quickly kicking off her shoes, she pulled off her trousers and panties and threw herself on to the bed, closing her eyes trying to conjure up the images in her mind. Plunging her fingers deep into her soaked pussy, she moaned wantonly as she visualised her voluptuous new neighbour on her bed writhing in ecstasy. As the waves began to build within her, Lynda buried her face in the pillow, her body tensing as the inevitable edged ever closer.
"Ohhhh....oh God...yes!"
Slamming her hand into the bed, she gasped as the climax broke over her, the waves rippling through her making her head swim. As her body gradually relaxed, she gave a contented groan and gently drifted off to sleep.......
**************
A few hours later, she was somewhat jarringly awoken by the piercing shrill of her doorbell being repeatedly rung.
"Lynda.......Lynda.....are you in there?" a female voice yelled, followed by a rather forceful knock on the door.
"Oh shit...Mum," Lynda groaned, remembering her mother was coming round today. Suddenly realising she was naked from the waist down, she quickly grabbed her trousers.
"Hold on Mum...just a minute."
With her head pounding, she opened the door to find her mother standing there with a disapproving look on her face.
"Good night then, was it?" she asked sarkily, tutting and stepping past her daughter.
"Yes thank you, why don't you come in Mum?" Lynda muttered under her breath as she closed the door. Making her way into kitchen, she switched on the kettle and rooted around in the cupboard for some painkillers.
"I take it you've got hangover then?" her Mum yelled from the sitting room.
"Mmm, a bit."
"And you can tell you've slept all night in those clothes."
"Alright, I'll go for a shower in a bit," Lynda replied irritably, rolling her eyes. Making two cups of coffee, she brought them into the sitting room, placed them on the coffee table and sat down next to her mother.
"Well, what were you up to last night then? As if I need to ask."
"I met up with Phil and then went for a few drinks with some friends."
"A few?" her Mum replied, raising her eyebrows.
"Yes a few, bloody hell Mum!"
"At least you're still seeing Phil. How's that going?"
"Erm...I ended it with him last night."
"Oh for God sake Lynda, why?"
"It just wasn't going anywhere. It didn't feel right."
"I don't know," her Mum tutted, taking a sip of her coffee, "thirty nine years old and still not settled down. I was hoping for some Grandchildren one day, some bloody hope."
"There's more to life than just settling down and having kids Mum."
"Hmm, there's more to life than getting pissed all the time as well."
"I don't get pissed all the time!" Lynda replied indignantly.
"Well you've certainly been doing it a lot recently; I mean, look at the state of you, falling asleep in your clothes."
