Simon was moved in to his new home, at last. The day had been a nightmare: the van he booked was cancelled, he had gotten lost on the way, and he still wasn't sure where essentials like underwear or his toothbrush were amongst all the boxes. But, everything was in his new house, and there was a chair and a bed for him to sit and to sleep. All he had the energy to do was put sheets on the bed, and pass out.
The next morning, he began the unpacking. Within a couple of hours, he was sweating and his t-shirt was nearly soaked through. He was also hungry. The only food he had brought was a packet of biscuits, which had lasted barely an hour. He decided that rather than shopping, he'd introduce himself to his neighbours. He walked outside and down the street to the house next door. As he approached, he looked through the window and saw movement behind the slatted blinds.
Suddenly he realised: it was a woman masturbating. She was sitting on her sofa, wearing a dressing gown that was open to display her entire naked body. She was in her fifties, and Simon couldn't stop himself staring at her. She was curvy but clearly fit, and each time she humped against her hand he felt his cock harden. She had a tattoo on her thigh but he couldn't make out what it was. Simon was only twenty-three: he had never been with a woman any older than he was. She had her eyes closed, and Simon couldn't resist watching her fuck herself and grope her tits. He suddenly realised that he had walked all the way to the front door and would be obvious the moment she opened her eyes. He tore his eyes away and knocked loudly. He resisted turning to see the reaction he drew, and waited nervously.
