The yellow glow of the sun shined through the bedroom window and landed squarely on my face. I sat up, out of my nice plush bed, slowly and stretched my arms and back. My husband had already left for work, just like he always did on weekday mornings. It had been yet another long night with a complete and utter lack of sex. Me and my husband have been married for five years now and probably haven't fucked since the first two. He has a very important job and works from a very early hour until late into the night and is always too tired, even for a blowjob when he gets home.
Anyways, to continue my story, I got out of bed and went into the bathroom and turned on the shower. I had been sleeping in very sexy lingerie lately, not to sound conceited, hoping it would push my husband to at least touch me, but nothing seemed to work. I took off the red, lace bra and threw it in the clothes hamper, along with the matching lace panties. I stood in front of the mirror and evaluated my body. I was 25 and had a very nice firm body that I had had since high school. I had C-cup breasts and nice, long legs. I kept my pussy nice and smooth because John said he liked it like that.
I climbed into the nice warm beating of the shower; running my hands through my long blonde hair and feeling it run down my smooth, naked body. I always loved the way it felt pouring down in-between the crack of my ass. I began touching myself, and playing with my pussy as the water flowed down my arms and beat against my back. This had become another nice little habit of mine that had developed quite rapidly.
After stepping out of the shower and towel drying my hair I heard the doorbell ring downstairs. I started to the bathroom door without realizing I was completely in the nude and then caught myself. I hastily through a robe around my body and made my way downstairs, where the visitor was impatiently pounding on the doorbell every two seconds. I assumed it was some local boys asking if they could get their ball out of backyard, which they had irresponsibly thrown over the fence as young boys do.
But to my surprise I opened the door to a beautiful young woman. She had long, thick, brunette hair that shined in early morning light outdoors. She has wearing a black dress that stopped just above her knees and fit to her body like a glove, low-cut and showing quite a bit of cleavage. I stood in the doorway surprised, for a few moments, never having seen her in the neighborhood before when she said,
"Hi there, we just moved in next door and I thought I'd come over to say hello."
How could have forgotten. The house next door had been for sale for quite a long time. The former owners had been asking for quite a bit of money and were having some trouble selling it.
"Oh! In the Arkwright's old house. Well I'm Sara," I said extending a long sexy arm to greet her with.
"Jessie," she answered, grasping my palm in her own.
"It's great to have you in the neightborhood. It's been awhile since we had neightbors on that side of our house," I joked and she laughed along.
"It's a beautiful house."
"Oh, well don't just stand out there. Come in I'll fix you a cup of coffee."
"That sounds great," she answered and made her way through my doorway and I led her to the kitchen/bar area and began to make a pot of coffee.
