The pleasures that hit her a few seconds later were wonderful, but empty. It just wouldn't do, she realized. Nothing but a big, juicy cock could satisfy her.

And not just any old cock. His cock!

She pulled the candle out of her mouth, then slipped the hairbrush from her cunt. Feeling more empty than ever, she got to her feet and straightened her clothing.

On wobbly knees, she made for the front door, as if being pulled by some unseen, magnetic force.

The cool morning air cleared her head a little, but not enough to keep her from her goal. She stepped over the bed of flowers that separated the two houses, and walked quickly through the grass.

She paused outside the front door, hearing her heart pound, then rapped quickly on the door. A few seconds later, she heard footsteps from within.

What am I going to say? she wondered. God, what an idiot I am! I could have at least baked a pie or something. That would have been a good excuse to meet them.

"Yes?" a mellow baritone voice said when the door opened.

Sharon braced herself to keep from falling. Just as she had imagined, the man stood before her, sweaty and muscular, wearing only cut-offs. A thick patch of dark brown hair covered his stomach, then swept upward in a fine line, finally flairing over his sculptured chest.

"I… I'm from next door," Sharon finally said, feeling giddy. "I wanted to… uh… welcome you to the neighborhood."

"Thanks," the man said, although he didn't make an effort to move aside so that she could come in.

"My husband is out of town for two weeks," Sharon went on, then wondered why she'd said that. It sounded so foolish. "He sells computers… uh, to chemical companies mostly."

Jesus, I sound like a fool! Will I ever shut up?