Lost Control With The New Neighbor

After my divorce last month, I finally got around to painting over that hideous wallpaper in the house. The new guy moved next door just as I was finishing up. Tall, dark hair, and a physique I could only dream of being in shape like at my age. We exchanged pleasantries, but his presence sparked something primal inside me. One day, while he was working in his yard, I peeked out the window, admiring him through sheer curtains. It didn't take long before I was rubbing myself, fingers circling around my clit, imagining him thrusting into me. The orgasm that hit me left a trail of mess across my thighs, and I felt guilty for fantasizing so openly about someone who just happened to be there. My body betrayed me, but there's no denying the power he has over it.