A typical night after work

Andrea parked her red Ford Focus along the edge of the driveway. She slowly got out of the car, locked it, made her way to the front door of the house, and went inside. It was 12:45am, and Andrea was exhausted.

"I smell like beef," she grumbled quietly as she walked into the house. It was quiet downstairs. Andrea grimaced as she smelled her own odor, caked through her clothes from the kitchen at work. She peeled off her work shirt, and tossed it on the floor. "I'll be back in a second," she told the shirt. Underneath, she wore a basic black bra. As she sort of galumphed toward the kitchen, one of the straps fell off her shoulder.

She opened up the fridge, found a small can of seltzer and a half a box of strawberries, and carried it back out to the common area. She scooped up her shirt again, and tossed it on the sofa next to where she sat down.

Andrea turned on the television (but kept the volume low -- she didn't know who was home or anything, but at this hour, someone was probably asleep), and flipped it to a nature channel. She didn't care what the show was -- tonight, it was something about plants in Peru. The host was a Peruvian man who may have been speaking Spanish, she didn't know.

She set the strawberries and seltzer on the small table at the end of the couch, and gazed at the Peruvian nature channel host. Andrea leaned back on the couch and smiled. "Sexy dude." She breathed deeply, and unsnapped the buttons of the fly of her black jeans. As she stared at Mr. Peruvian Dude, she slid her right hand just barely into the top of her panties, and with her left hand, began to stroke the exposed part of her chest just above her bra.

Slowly, her left hand got a little deeper into her breasts, occasionally sliding under the cups of her bra to rub and squeeze her nipple. "Fuck, where's Pete?" Of course, he wasn't there -- tonight he stayed at his own house. He thought he was on a roll with some writing. "Fuck."

Andrea pushed her right hand further into her panties, and her fingers found the slit of her pussy. "Mmmmm," she softly moaned as she found comfort and pleasure lightly touching the outer skin of her labia. She kept watching the Peruvian television host, and didn't notice the sounds behind her.