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About the author:
Optimistic about the past. She lives in Europe and never gets bored of traveling.
Here is a short sample from the book:
It was still morning when I was concluding my daily jogging session. I was running through my street, which was empty as always on Saturday mornings. Jogging was my everyday ritual. I didn’t have any specific time of day for running. I jogged when I felt a need for that. But I jogged every day. As I was approaching my house, I noticed a car in front of a neighbor’s house. A married couple who lived next door was standing at their porch, hugging with someone who just got out of the car. I took off my earphones while I was approaching them.
When I turned to my lawn, I looked at the neighbors again. I smiled and waved at them. They waved back and I heard the husband.
“Hi Zoe. Look who came to visit us”
Only then I stopped running and gave him a better look. The visitor turned his face to me and I recognized him.
“Hey Jonathan. When did you arrive?”
“Hey Ms Wright. Just now”
I noticed he looked me tip to toe while I was running on one spot.
I run into the house. Then I immediately removed my sweater and entered the shower. It is a great feeling to take a shower right after running. I love to feel water on my still warm body. After that, I walked to the mirror. I was rubbing my blonde hair with a towel while I watched myself naked. I was still proud on my body. I was thirty-seven years old, and while my body didn’t look like I was eighteen anymore, I was more than satisfied with what I have.
I dressed up in a new sweat suit and went to kitchen to make a tea. My hair was still wet when I got back to the room with a big cup of hot tea. I don’t like hair dryers. I sat at the chair, took a sip of a tea and grabbed my Kindle from the table. The glistening morning sun was shining through a window on me while I was moving my finger across the screen. It was a perfect morning for some easy book.
Then I remembered my young neighbor. I haven’t seen him in a year but I already noticed that he looks better than ever. He was always a handsome young boy, but since he went to college, he looked better every year. I was still moving my fingers across the screen but my thoughts were not at the books anymore. And then I remembered.
How was it possible that I almost forgot about that? It was not so long ago. I was watching the window and smiling thinking about it. Then I got up and approached the glass. Carefully I looked down. Jonathan was at his car, taking his bags out of the trunk. His hands became even more muscular in the last year. I was watching his muscles flexing in his tight shirt as he was taking bags.
Without thinking, my hand moved between my legs, all by itself. I was touching myself, slowly caressing my lips while I was watching him. Excitement started to flow through my body. But Jonathan quickly took his bags and went inside his house.
I was still standing there for a while, waiting for him to get out again. Then I went to the room with a library. Big shelf filled with books was covering the whole wall. My ex-husband and I were collecting those books for years, maybe decades. Most of them I have bought. Some of them, like the one I was searching then, were not actually mine.
I couldn’t find it immediately, but then I saw it. The book was standing forgotten in the corner, pushed behind the others. I carefully took it in my hands and then I got back to my chair in the Sun. I reclined in it and opened the book.
It was erotica, titled “Seduced by Neighbor”. The story was about an eighteen-year-old boy and his lust for his neighbor, who was about my age. His desire for her was strong and she notices it even before he even talked to her. She liked that young man and his desire flattered her so she started to fantasize about him. The book was describing their short meetings, filled with erotic tension, impossibility of their joining and the heroine’s dilemma, who was struggling between her obligation to her unfaithful husband and passion she had for the neighbor. That lasted until she realized she had enough of his cheatings and that it was time for her to start a new life. Then she came up with a way to seduce her young neighbor, which was described in a few passionate erotic scenes.
As soon as I sat down and before I even started to read, I put my hands in my sweatpants. I knew I would want to have it there while I read. That book always made me aroused. As I was reading opening sentences, my fingers were slowly moving over my panties. My palm was moving faster while I read descriptions of their first meetings. The scenes were filled with erotic tension and their forbidden desire made my panties wet. When I remembered Jonathan I couldn’t resist, I slipped my hand inside panties and started to caress my lips. My fingers were rubbing clitoris as I read how a heroine decided to embrace her desire and started to seduce young man. I was coming while I was reading the scene in which he came to her house to help her fix something, only to end up being seduced and encouraged to fuck the heroine in her living room.
I gathered my knees and turned at my side while I was rubbing my clitoris fast. I screamed once with eyes closed and then I byte my lip, thinking about whether I closed the window. Orgasm was shaking my body while I was imagining Jonathan coming at my house and fucking me in that chair.
I opened my eyes when I felt orgasm ended. I was still moving my fingers across my pussy while I was imagining neighbor. Then I got up and approached the window. There was nobody in front of their house.
Then I went to the kitchen and prepared lunch. As I was sitting at the dining table, I was trying to remember when the last time I went on a successful date was. It was two years since I got divorced from a bad marriage. But since then I rarely met someone really interesting. I had a few short relationships which ended fast, because we didn’t had much to say to each other.
I even had a series of bad dates which ended after the first evening. After a few bad dates in a row, I sometimes forced myself to go through a boring evening just to bring a date home after diner and have sex. I send them off in the morning with a wish never to see them again.
But even dates like that didn’t happen in a long time. I guess I somehow gave up.
I put the plates in a dishwasher, took a glass of juice and returned to the living room.
The book was still sitting at the table. I smiled when I remembered the first time I saw it.