This was my very first attempt at erotica, it is purely a work of fiction from the mind of a sexually frustrated wife. The characters in this work are both over the age of 18. I hope you enjoy it.
As I walk towards the door, I see a movement in the downstairs window. I smile and wave at my neighbour before jogging up the stairs to my flat. Letting myself in, I drop my shopping in the kitchen area and head right for the shower. I figure that if the ice cream thaws slightly, it will be easier to dig out a couple of scoops before I put it away in the freezer.
It is handy having a gym and convenience store so close to my new flat, it means I can grab food for tea after my workout and come home for my shower and just put my sweats on after. I strip off my sticky gym shorts and top, unhook my sports bra and wriggle out of my damp knickers.
Standing under the shower, I feel my muscles relaxing under the hot flow. Grabbing my sponge I begin soaping myself, thrilling at the new curves and dips. I have worked hard to get my shape back after years in a loveless marriage; it's just a shame I am the only one enjoying them. My nipples begin to harden as I circle my firm breasts with the sponge. I briefly toy with the idea of masturbating, but the shower head is clogged with lime scale and the flow is feeble. I make a mental note to replace my shower as a priority.
Instead, I finish washing, dry myself roughly, especially my tits, rousing my nipples and causing a frisson between my legs. Walking into the bedroom I lie down on the bed. I don't know what has gotten into me lately, whether it is freedom, my new firm, tight body or the endorphins from exercise, but I have never been this horny since I was a schoolgirl. These days all I have to do is think of that lush young thing in the flat downstairs and bingo! Wet.
God he is cute. Not quite young enough to be my son, but certainly too young for a sad old bag like me to flirt with. I envision his dirty blond curls, lying between my legs. I see him looking up with those cheeky blue eyes as he reaches his tongue out to swipe my clit.
With a groan I roll over and pull out the divan drawer, reaching down I grab the vibrator. My battery boyfriend; I've never had one before, but now I can really relax and enjoy the climaxes it gives me every time. I roll it over my nipples imagining it is his hands, or even better, his lips teasing my nipples taut. I soothe my hands up and down my body, feeling my flesh goosebump under my touch. My legs draw up and relax to the sides of their own accord. Cool air swirls my pussy from draught through the open window.
I tease myself, sliding my hands up and down my thighs, getting close to the heat of my throbbing centre, sometimes fluttering across it, occasionally drifting back to a breast to tease a nipple back to attention. Grabbing my vibrator I begin to touch my clit lightly, then gently with more pressure. I slide it down the valley toward my hole, feeling the slickness of my leaking pussy in the sudden slipperiness of the vibrator. Groaning now, I slide it gently into my depths, feeling its tight fit.
I clench it with my muscles holding it inside me as I try to pull it out enjoying the sensation. I begin pumping faster, feeling my stomach swirl as if I were on a roller coaster, and slide my other hand down towards my clit. Groaning, moaning, imagining it is the sexy lad downstairs I feel my climax mounting. "yes, yes...Oh god yes...I'm coming....Oh.. Godddd...." I begin to slide back into my body, my freshly showered skin now slick with sweat.
Oh well, I can always jump back into the shower. I get up and wash the vibrator, drying it and returning it to the drawer. Then I meander naked into the kitchen for a lazy spoon of ice cream. Just as I raise the spoon to my lips, there is a ratatat on the door. I grab a towel from the bathroom, briefly conscious of the fact it barely covers my modesty.
I open the door, OMG! It's him, my spunky neighbour. He looks even cuter close up, even though he is currently grimacing.
"Woman, you have to cut me some slack!"
I look at him perplexed; this is our first conversation, what have I done to him? Speechless I step back holding the door open for him to come in.
His eyes stray over me, mentally stripping away the towel and he groans dropping his head in his hands.
Nervously I reach out and touch his hair, it is just as soft as it looks and I can't prevent my errant hand from stroking it. He looks up.
