Playing with the Neighbor

Gerald smiled deviously, a dark glint in his eyes.

Guess what, Ms. Sorenson?

-What?-

You are, in a sense. Think of myself as a partner in this dance we call life. I won't always be there, but when I am, so many wonderful things will happen.

-Really? Personally, I think I need to see a psychologist. I?m probably becoming schizophrenic.-

I can prove your not.

-How?-

Isn't it nice how the sun feels upon your skin? It's warm and soft, a gentle compliment to the subtle sound of the waves upon the sandy beach all by yourself in this deserted stretch of golden sand.

-Hmmmm. So nice.-

And so alone. No need to be so prudish. No need to develop those ugly white tan lines.

-No need.- Slowly, Ms. Sorenson reached back and untied the yellow strings of her bikini, from her neck, to her back, to her waist. She pushed herself up on one hand, the swimsuit slipping away from her body. Gerald watched as she pushed the yellow swimsuit to the side and laid back down on her belly.

Time to turn over. No need to overdue it. Ms. Sorenson turned over, her firm breasts pointing up.

Wouldn't be nice if someone else were here? Someone to enjoy the solitude with? Perhaps Gerald? His neighbor smiled. He could hold you in his arms, kissing you softly on your lips, on your neck, on your breasts. She started to knead her breasts with one hand, the other stretching down between her legs.

Gerald further altered the image in Ms. Sorenson's mind. He watched as she began masturbating to the perception of Gerald's black hair between her legs. She began thrusting her hips up, forcing her fingers in, faster and faster. His neighbor needed it, craved it, the feel, the rush.

And the image in her mind was gone, leaving Ms. Sorenson on the edge. She blinked, not realizing she was back in reality. Gerald's neighbor sat up and looked down at her slick fingers. Angrily, she shoved them back in her sopping, hungry flesh. Nothing happened.

Enjoying yourself? With all the world to see? Ms. Sorenson looked up, horrified. She gathered up her yellow swimsuit and rushed towards her back door. Not real am I?

Gerald's neighbor ran into her house with mocking laughter in her mind.