Alone

As much nice as it would be having a familiar face to fuck, you decide it would defeat the purpose of moving to a new town. Of course, you aren't going to make a six hour journey without busting a nut. Your trusty secretary, Jenna, is going to ride shotgun with her mouth basically glued to your cock the whole time. Her husband is following behind in their car to give her a ride back.

The drive is pleasant. The bustling city that you are used to becoming the suburbs, and then getting progressively less populated the farther you get from the city. When you finally arrive at your new house, a little homey cottage a bit apart from the town in the woods, you smile: you made the right decision.

"So this is it huh?" Jenna inquires. "It looks adorable." The two of you exit the car. "Well, don't be a stranger. Make sure to call, and visit every once in a while." She gives you a big hug. You share your goodbyes before she gets into the car with her husband and they head back the way they came.

You don't own much in terms of personal possessions. You never needed a lot, and the cottage comes fully furnished. Walking up to the door, you knock on it and wait for a response.