She was nude as she slipped out of her pool wildly manic, mid day, mid week, and ran her hands down her long brunette hair to expunge excess water. Her body was tanned and her mind began to race at the idea of Sean, her neighbor who just moved in. Her jade eyes dilated, and she laid down on a chair and under the sun slipped her hands below her firm thighs, and she began playing with her sensitive to the slightest touch area of her feminine body. She grabbed her nipples and tightly squeezed them feeling a rush, she moved her breast up higher and to feel the wetness, licked her nipple. She couldn’t handle it any longer, and she clenched the sides of her pool chair, her legs fumbled under the heat and contact.
She walked in through the back sliding door, a widow she was now, she put on her red Christian Dior stiletto’s and still naked walked into the kitchen wear she opened the freezer and slammed some vodka. She needed attention, and she felt her nipples rise in the coolness of the large house she lived alone in. Her psychiatrist stayed over last night, that was nice. The sex was amazing, like nothing she had ever felt before, it was probably the fact she was sleeping with a man who is her professional psychiatric doctor and knows all the things no one should, and that’s bad, your not supposed to sleep with your doctor.
After thinking over last night, she thought about Sean, the neighbor. With no thought she walked back out through her sliding glass door and trough the woods like Eve only she was in red heels and not in Eden, but it was green. She came out the other side of the wooded barrier and perched her leg and heel onto a rock. Through two large oak trees she watched Sean unload grocery’s; she was still dripping wet.
Then she noticed the gardener and his back muscles with his shirt off near the side of the house, and a dilemma had formed.
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