"Well, now for a bath," Ann said out loud.

After drawing a tub of hot water, she lowered herself into it and breathed a sigh of relief. It had been a long day and she was tired. She examined her body with her hands. At thirty-five years old and recently divorced, she was now all alone and on her own. She did not regret leaving her husband, for they were constantly fighting and arguing with each other, and it had become unbearable for her to live with him. However, she missed his hands on her body, and the way he used to make love to her. She longed for his throbbing cock deep inside of her pussy.

She explored her body moving her hands over her large tits, her flat stomach, and her soft, moist cunt. She probed her pussy with two fingers, while thinking about her future. She would have to look for a job tomorrow. Things wouldn't be as easy for her now. She would have to support herself and learn to be independent.

Spreading her legs wide, she inserted her fingers deeper into her cunt. A small cry escaped her lips. Slowly and deliberately, she explored the deep recesses of her long, dark pussy. Her hips writhed in rhythm to her fingers, and she knew that she was ready to come. Her hungry pussy was on fire. The doorbell brought her back to reality.

"Shit," she yelled in frustration. "I was so close." She stepped out of the tub, pulled on her panties and an old shirt, and ran to the door.

"Who is it?" she asked.

"I'm the janitor. I've come to fix your garbage disposal."

She opened the door and stood facing a tall, blond, muscular, young man, dressed in a while tee-shirt and tight blue jeans.

"Come in," she said with a smile. She led him into the kitchen and watched as he repaired the broken disposal. "You don't look like a janitor," she said.

"I just do this part-time," he said. "I go to school at night. I'm studying to be a computer programmer."

She studied him from head to toe as he worked, marveling at his strong shoulders and huge chest, and the large bulge in his tight jeans.