2019 had not been a good year for me or anyone else I know. We were all looking forward to 2020 and the fresh start it would bring. But I also had a nagging sensation in my brain. There was a feeling of impending doom that I could not shake. I don't consider myself a psychic, but at times I can seem to predict things, even if I'm not entirely sure at the time what motivates me to do what I do.
It all started that day I went to Dollar Tree for cheap bread and feta cheese. As I exited my car, I noticed that a little birdie had left me a present. There was a white splotch standing out against the black paint with green and purple sparkles.
On the way to the check out counter, I grabbed a few rolls of antibacterial wipes and some hand sanitizer. I don't normally buy these things, but I could use a wipe to clean up the bird leavings and Orlando is a germophobe so I knew he would appreciate them. He was overly concerned with that virus that had just reared its ugly head in China. I figured these things would put his mind at ease. Little did I know how useful these things would become!
Orlando lives in the tiny house behind me. It has no running water so he enters my house freely for the kitchen and bath. Sometimes he falls asleep on the couch in here. We generally get along pretty well, but we did have a big falling out that caused me to ask him to leave. I did tell him that I wanted him to remain in my life. Just not in my house. He understood, and was leaving willingly, but slowly. He had not yet found a place to move to but had rented a storage facility.
He and his girlfriend broke up, and I chalked up his poor behavior to that. There had been some alcohol involved and he may not have been aware of how destructive he had been. He isn't drinking now. We had a long talk about things. He was very apologetic, but I still don't want to take the chance of him lapsing into the bad behavior again so he will have to go.
Part of the reason it's taking him so long to move is that his truck isn't running and he hasn't the means to fix it. He hasn't been working much and his line of work is now considered non-essential so he's not allowed to work due to this lock down we are now in.
I had been helping him move, but I only have a car, so I can't fit the large things in it. He has been trying to get back with his girlfriend but she's not interested. She is helping him though when she can. Her vehicle is an SUV and she has a trailer for hauling things. At least he has gotten most of his stuff off of my property.
The state we live in is on lock down now. We are not supposed to leave the house, with some exceptions. Reason being, the virus has made its way here. For some time now, I was supposed to stay in. It wasn't mandatory at first, but given my age and my diabetes, I am considered vulnerable. I have forgotten now how long I've been stuck here in the house. I have left a few times, to try to find groceries and to pick up my insulin. A trip to the grocery store is always a mystery now. Will they have what I need? So many things are sold out.
Orlando had more freedom up until now. Now we are both stuck here. And I can't even evict him if I need to. The courts are closed. So we had another discussion and agreed to try to work together. He's about half my age and seems to see me as a mother figure. But he's not my kid and i don't really want that responsibility.
My daughter did sneak some tacos to me once. And I spoke to the police about someone doing some crazy things. I was actually awakened by a policeman. I had slept through the craziness, blissfully unaware. But Orlando had left the front door open and since the crazy person had been nearby, they came in to check and make sure I was okay. So other than seeing Orlando, my contact with real life humans is very little.
This virus is making people crazy. They don't actually have the virus. They are just pent up, stressed out, fearful and tired of repeated trips to the store only to find the shelves bare. Neighbors are screaming, fighting, lighting fireworks and just plain going nutty. Orlando left the garage door open one day and our extra toilet paper was stolen.
We are supposed to remain 6 feet from each other at all times. I will admit, I did risk it and was bad. I started seeing a guy before the virus hit. So I chanced it and went to his place for sex, even though I knew I wasn't supposed to go out. This was before the lock down. And Orlando never let me hear the end of that! I think he was jealous because I got sex and he didn't.
Alas, due to a series of things going wrong, my guy and I could only have a quickie. I haven't been able to see him since. And I doubt I will again. His true colors began to show the other day via text. Despite being a great lover, he is not the kind of man I want to be with. So I have been needing sex.
Orlando is prone to anxiety. It wasn't helping that he kept talking about sex to me. He said there were two things that calm him down. Those two things are sex and weed. He had been doing little jobs here and there before this lock down hit so sometimes he could get weed. But he couldn't get sex. And neither could I!
It was a very frustrating time. One night he had been in the house with me all night. I could tell he was feeling nervous and didn't want to be alone. We talked until the sun came up, mostly keeping six feet from each other.
He finally said goodnight to me and walked out the kitchen door.
I waited, Magic Wand in hand, to see if he might come back. He's a stress eater. He has been ripping through boxes of cereal, crackers, cookies and whatever else he can get his hands on. He has even been known to come in to fry an egg, then go back to bed. Yet despite the extra eating, he is growing thinner and his pants keep sliding off.
I was exhausted but so horny I couldn't stand it! I flipped the switch on the Magic Wand and pressed it between my legs. I thought I heard a noise. Turned off the Wand and waited. It must have been my imagination. I turned the Wand back on but this time to high, pulling a blanket over me to muffle the sound, just in case. I hate to do that because it causes the Wand to overheat quickly.
I knew my orgasm was not far off. My pussy was very swollen and dripping wet. I was panting, pressing the wand hard into my crotch and bucking up with my hips to meet it.
I was just on the verge of orgasm when two soft lights flipped on. I have two closets in my room. Each one has a light that angles into it but the lights are rather useless as they contain low wattage bulbs, so they don't really illuminate the contents within.
I could see a lanky figure standing near my bed.
"Uh... Jada? Are you asleep?"
I froze for a second, knowing that Orlando was watching me. My eyes met his in that dim light. He had a worried look on his face. That killed my orgasm! I shut off the wand and placed it next to me on the bed.
"Okay Orlando. I can talk to you for a little while more, but I really need sleep."
I threw off the heavy blanket, knowing that the smell of pussy was wafting through the air, and knowing that he knew it too. And the Wand was fully visible.
I joined him in the dining room and his eyes kept going to my crotch as we spoke.
I was having a very hard time. I wanted so badly to hug him but we are not supposed to do that now. No hugging, kissing or shaking hands. We are to do nothing that could potentially spread the virus. We had put our hands on each other's backs, patting or rubbing as we passed each other. We even did a few high fives. And most of the time we did not maintain the six foot distance.
Orlando kept complaining about the need for sex but I know he wants that sex to be with his ex girlfriend. And I wanted it with a real life person! All those years of going without while married, then finally getting really good sex with one hot Latino guy, then another, made me want it all the more.
The hardest part for me is that Orlando is hot as hell! I never flat out propositioned him, but I did drop enough hints to let him know that he could have sex with me if he wanted to. He seems to tease me a lot, but inferred that I was old and he preferred younger women.
And so it went for days on end. Him driving me wild and me not even being able to masturbate because he either kept me up all night talking or barged into my room as I tried to sleep.
I tried to keep myself busy by working out with weights and dancing. Orlando likes to put on music for me to dance to. He likes to watch me but he usually does it from a distance. I've been straying from my usual and doing a lot of belly dancing and chair dancing.
I've also had a lot of time on my hands for primping, so every day, I make sure that all the pubic hair is gone and I give myself a massage with coco butter oil. So that leaves me feeling really sexy!
I like to watch dance videos. In particular, I like to watch a certain hip hop crew. One of the dancers goes by the name of Jayy. That's not his real name but there is an actor with his same first and last name, so he goes by that first name now. He's the grandson of a famous black singer who is no longer with us but whose sexy tunes still live on. He's my favorite and I love watching him.
Orlando was complaining about the music I had on because the track kept repeating. I told him it was a dance mix and it kept repeating because it gave each group of dancers a chance to do the run through. He came over to the computer and watched. He seemed interested.
Many mornings, Orlando wakes me up by playing 80's tunes because he knows the 80's were a good part of my life so he wants me to wake up happy. And sometimes he will come to the computer when I am using it and ask to put on music whether I want it on or not.
He did this the other day. I do work online for pay. A very little pay, but it's still something. I was in the middle of doing that when he asked to put a song on. I was surprised to see that it was a hip hop dance video. One featuring Jayy and one I had not seen before. He must have spent a long time tracking that down! He stood behind me, watching the video and smiling. I thanked him for putting it on, and got back to my work when it was over.
As the days wore on, we began acting like a grouchy old married couple. We'd both reach for something at the same time and neither of us would let it go. He'd turn a light on. I'd turn it off. We exchanged nasty words. He'd get upset if I got within 6 feet of him, but he had no problem coming near me. It grew tiresome.
One night, after dinner, I sat down at the computer to try to order some things we were out of, or low on. But the website wasn't loading. I put my hands in my lap and waited. Finally I saw the pictures of vitamin bottles come up on the screen. I reached for the mouse. I was surprised to find my hand touching something warm.
I looked down to see his hand resting on the mouse and mine on his. The skin on his hands, arms and face are darker than mine, but the rest of his body is the same pale shade as mine. I knew this from giving him massages.
I felt his breath on my neck. I looked up slowly to see him right behind me, very close, hovering. He smiled softly at me with his big brown eyes. His deep voice spoke directly into my ear, causing my panties to get damp. I love the sound of his voice.
"Oh! I'm sorry! I was just going to put some music on."
