It was moving day and Gloria was excited. This was the first time she was going to live in a house she truly owned. After a long day of tiring work, the final items were in place and the job was done.
"That's it. Everything is where it should be. I don't even know when I bought so much crap. I'm exhausted,"
Gloria thought.
Just before going to bed, Gloria remembered the realtor saying something about the attic. When she visited the house for the first time, she liked it so much that she didn't bother to check it out. Now she couldn't remember what it was. The curiosity got the best of her and she decided to take a look. Maybe she could use the extra space to set up a working studio or something.
"I should take a quick look. Tomorrow I'll figure out what to do with it."
She pulled down the retractable stair and climbed up. It was very dusty as expected but it was very spacious. The light filtered through a window in the tilted ceiling and it created a charming ambiance. There were some items that the previous owners left behind.
"Umh! Now I have to throw away their garbage too; just what I needed."
Gloria was about to climb down when she saw something disgusting on the wooden floor.
"Holy crap!" Gloria exclaimed alarmed.
It was some sort of fungus that grew a couple of centimeters from the wooden ground and spread irregularly on an area of approximately one meter. Gloria got closer hoping that it wasn't mold. That would represent a huge disappointment from her dream house, not to mention a butt load of money to get rid of it. She looked around trying to find a stick to poke it with but found nothing. She decided to use her fingernail. As she scraped the surface, she discovered with amazement that it wouldn't break as if it was made of flexible rubber, yet it felt humid and slippery.
"This doesn't look like mold. Maybe someone left a sac of fertilizer and this fungus grew on top of it."
Suddenly, Gloria felt something pinch her fingertip.
"Ouch! It has bristles!"
"Okay, I had enough for today. Tomorrow I'll get a shovel and this crap is gone!"
After taking a cold bath, Gloria was so tired that she just crumbled on the bed without bothering to put on her nighty. In less than five minutes she was deeply asleep.
***
Three hours later, Gloria woke up covered in sweat. Her body was burning in fever and she felt light headed. It took her a moment to gather her thoughts...
"Shit! I think I'm catching a cold. Where did I put the Tylenol?"
Gloria walked to the bathroom searching for the pills and stopped for a moment to look at her clammy body in the mirror. She realized with puzzlement that despite her current illness, she felt aroused.
"Gloria, you are a horny puppy. Even in sickness you want to touch yourself."
Gloria thought.
She delicately touched her clitoris and a jolt of delight sparked across her entire body; almost as if her fingers were charged with electricity.
"The fever must be making me more sensitive because this feels so fucking good."
Ten minutes later, Gloria was falling to her knees from an amazing climax. Her fingers kept frantically rubbing her pussy while the rest of her body jerked uncontrollably from the blissful spasms of ecstasy.
Within the aftermath of orgasm, Gloria breathed heavily while she rejoiced from her naughtiness. She usually wasn't this spontaneous but tonight it felt necessary. Even her fever was fading away.
"That was awesome."
Meanwhile, she kept rubbing her pussy very slowly, maintaining her thriving arousal, developing into a new fire that would have to be put out again.
Moments later, Gloria was sticking three fingers in and out of her pussy with wild urgency. A new orgasm was already growing within her loins and the excited woman was longing for it like never before.
"Oh God! I'm going to cum again... I'm cumming..."
Gloria's eyes rolled up into her head as her second climax exploded from the center of her body. She twitched on the bathroom's floor at the mercy of the elating waves of delight that took over her consciousness.
Gloria regained awareness a few minutes later, confused and disoriented. All she wanted was to go back to bed and rest. The pills she was looking for were already forgotten and the fever didn't bother her anymore. She stared at the bathroom ceiling speaking to herself.
"That was freaking wild..."
***
Back on her bed, Gloria fell asleep almost immediately. An hour later she found herself masturbating again. She was half awake and half asleep but her hand moved with relentless meticulousness, pushing two fingers into her tight cavity while rubbing her clitoris with her thumb...
And she didn't stop until she climaxed again! Gloria's heated body jerked in place for almost a minute. Afterwards, she displayed a subtle smile and went back to sleep.
***
The next day, Gloria woke up almost at noon. It wasn't like her to get up so late but the bizarre, erotic night she enjoyed wasn't a typical thing for her either.
"What a night!"
She was about to get dressed when she noticed something on her hand. Gloria gasped as she looked more closely; a greenish mark had appeared on the back of her hand, resembling some sort of infection.
"Oh my God! What is this?!" Gloria exclaimed truly worried.
She immediately remembered the fungus in the attic. It had punctured her! She had to go to the hospital! Take a sample of the fungus and see a Doctor immediately! Gloria ran to the attic carrying the first thing she found in the kitchen that she could use to slice the fungus. She knelt beside the green formation and looked at it trying to decide which part to cut, but then a powerful sense of wrongness settled in her mind.
"What I am doing? I am naked in the attic ready to cut a weird fungus with a drainer. I should take a bath first, get dressed and do this right."
