Let Randy leave and head inside

Marilyn felt her anger swell up. Who the fuck was this schlub to walk away from her?

Expertly stepping out of her thong and striding to the driver’s side she yelled the only thing she could think of in the moment.

“Fuck you.”

Randy rolled the window down while reversing his Juke out the driveway and shot back, “If you think about it I fucked you.”

Marilyn threw her hands up in disgust. It was then the feeling in her loins roared back, taking over every other thought and desire.

Stumbling due to the rush inside her the woman, naked sans for heels, decided she’d have to finish the job herself and turned to head inside.

Marilyn angrily punched in her electronic code to the front door and stepped inside while closing the door behind her.

Unbeknownst to Marilyn and Randy their tryst had at least one witness. Marilyn’s neighbors, the Gershwins, had a son roughly the same age as her daughter.

Gordon, the epitome of sad sack nerd, had been sitting on the roof of his parent’s two-story house when the car pulled up and he was completely full staffed while watching his hot neighbor get fucked briefly over the hood of a car.

It was the sort of thing Gordon had only ever seen in a movie. And it wasn’t something he would’ve expected from Marilyn Carter or even Rio, her unbelievably hot daughter.

Thankfully Gordon’s brain hadn’t stopped working and the sexually charged teenager had pulled out his phone to record. The headlights of the car illuminated the scene even if the quality felt more like a 1980s bootlegged porno.

Gordon noticed several items were still on the driveway after the two had departed on what sure seemed like poor terms.

The bean pole of an excuse for a man climbed down onto the porch of his parents house before attempting to shimmy down the column that held up the covered portion. Instead his upper body wasn’t strong enough to fight gravity and Gordon fell into the bushes.

Gordon bolted out of the bushes, thankful for just some scrapes and scratches. He made his way across his parents lawn and then the Carters side. Reaching the drive way he first noticed the discarded bra. He picked it up and looked at the tag. 36C.

“Damn Ms. Carter,” he thought.

Then he saw the thong.

Gordon grabbed the small garment and began turning it over. The thong had absorbed quite a bit of Marilyn’s juices prior to being taken off. The geek brought it to his nose and inhaled the scent.

“Oh Ms. Carter,” he said out loud.

Gordon’s dick was rapt. Straining against his corduroy pants. There was little chance he wasn’t going back to his room and immediately jerking off with his neighbor’s undergarments.

It was then he noticed the handbag laying on the lawn across from him. Curious he strode over and picked it up before unzipping the pouch.

Inside he found keys, Marilyn’s phone, a small wallet, some other items and a bottle of perfume.

“Moonlit Desire,” he read. “I wonder what that smells like.”

Gordon sprayed the perfume toward himself, careful to stay away from his glasses.

The scent hit his nose and his brain fogged over. A scant second later as the fog lifted Gordon was hit with the horniest desire he’d ever had.

Looking at the handbag he decided he’d try the doorbell and see if Ms. Carter was awake and he’d give her the bag. Perhaps she’d invite him in and reward him for being helpful.

If not maybe he’d show her the video and tell her that she and Rio might become the laughingstock of the town if he posted it on the socials.

Either way he had to try.

Gordon strode up to the door and pressed the doorbell.

Inside Marilyn had slipped off her heels and had put on a robe. She had found her vibrator but it needed new batteries, so she had stepped back into the kitchen and was looking when the doorbell rang.

Assuming Randy had realized his mistake she made her way to the door bell ready to let the Uber driver have it before bringing him in for a kiss and more.

Instead as Marilyn opened the door she found her neighbor’s son, Gordon or Gortat or Goran something or another, standing there.

Marilyn took in Gordon. The 130-pound dork was in glasses, an ill fitting button up and had on olive corduroy pants.

She noticed her handbag in one of his hands and then to her shock Marilyn saw her thong and bra in the other.

Composing herself with a deep inhale Marilyn asked the only plausible question in her brain.

“Why are you standing at my door, holding my panties?”

Choice 1 - Marilyn threatens Gordon

Choice 2 - Perfume’s scent fills her lungs

Choice 3 - Marilyn waits for Gordon to respond