"Aaahhh...!" Olivia moaned as the waves of pleasure traversing her body intensified.
She loved touching herself while keeping her panties on, or even her pants. Olivia loved the perverted surprise and astonishment she felt each time it was time to get serious, each time it was time to take off the panties, or move past them.
In this instance, she had decided to keep her panties and pyjamas on. After all, this was just a way to ease herself into sleep.
Her hand, which, despite never being directly in contact with her crotch, was wet and humid.
Once it was time, once she felt she was ready, once she knew she was close, Olivia stuck her palm to her pelvis, and started moving down below her pants and panties.
She pushed the panties up and away from her crotch, and felt the heat inside her body grow hotter.
Olivia took a breath in, and the air felt like it was burning, instantly drying her throat.
She stared at the sticky strings of fluids stretching between her salivating lower lips and her damp panties.
At this point, it would be a huge underestimation to call what was on her panties a wet "Spot". It felt more like the entirety of the front region had been soaked in an oily, lubricative liquid.
Olivia gulped, though there was no saliva to swallow. Her throat was completely dry, as if the entirety of the liquids in her body had traveled down her body and flowed downwards to her crotch.
She was so close, and so was the woman on the screen.
Though by now, Olivia didn't care about the screen one bit. It had gotten her here, to this state, to this point... That was more than enough.
She stared at those strings, astonished by her wetness, and slightly embarrassed by it.
'If anyone saw me like his...' Olivia thought. 'They would surely think that I'm a pathetic, lonely divorcee...'
While Olivia's divorce had been finalized about a year ago, she truly couldn't remember the last time she had been touched intimately, let alone been penetrated.
She and her ex-husband were high school sweethearts and were married two years after graduation.
However, the romance quickly died.
Olivia had no idea why it had happened, but her ex-husband had quickly started making up excuses to avoid intimate time with her.
It was during that time that Olivia started using... Other ways to satisfy her urges.
Still, that would have been fine. Some have weaker urges than others... Until it turned out that her ex-husband had been fulfilling his urges with someone else, a seventeen-year-old high school student he was teaching.
Olivia was so disgusted and hurt by him that she left their home and filed for divorce right away.
Ever since then, her ex-husband has been begging to be let back into her life, giving excuses and reasons that made no sense.
Olivia was way over him.
While she might have been rid of him, her urges remained unsatisfied, just like they were during their marriage, so she fulfilled those urges, just like she did during their marriage.
'It's not like it's no easy... For a grown woman to find someone...' Olivia thought as she bit her lip, the tip of her index finger passing between her crotch and panties as if to collect the sticky strings of fluid. 'As a thirty-year-old woman... How am I supposed to...?'
While she was thirty-two, Olivia always presented herself as being thirty years old.
The fact that the mistress had been so young definitely played a part in her growing insecure about her body and age.
Nevertheless, Olivia shook her head and took a deep breath.
Right now, none of those things mattered. Olivia had to focus on the present if she wanted to get anywhere. And she did want to get somewhere.
"Hmmm..." Olivia bit her lip as her index finger, now covered by sticky fluid, circled around her swollen and sensitive clitoris. "Aaahhh..." She moaned, slowly getting closer to it.
Olivia never went much further than clitoris stimulation when touching herself. She wasn't sure how to do anything else.
In the first place, she had never felt pleasure any other way, whether alone or with her ex-husband, so Olivia never really gave it much thought.
"Aaaahhh...!" Her moans intensified as her index finger came into contact with her clitoris, pressing against it, stroking it, and, "Aaaahhhh!" She suddenly gasped. Her free hand instinctively shot to take hold of her breast, squeezing herself as she flicked the sensitive clitoris.
It didn't take long for her to be stroking both her swollen clitoris and her erect nipple.
Her gasps and moans grew more careless and louder. Loud enough for Tyler to hear them despite being more than a dozen steps away from her window!
She was close.
So close.
Bzzzt!
Her whole body hardened, muscles contracting, pressure dropping.
The muscle contractions, unfortunately, did not come from pleasure.
Olivia leapt and pushed her laptop down so roughly she feared she had broken it. That was how much she feared being found out.
The intercom was buzzing.
'Did a neighbour forget their key or something?' Olivia thought and let out a disappointed sigh.
Her gaze momentarily lay on her wet fingers, before letting out another sigh.
Olivia stood up and walked to wash her hands, before going to the intercom.
The camera allowed her to see who was trying to enter the building.
"Go away." She said after clicking the switch.
"Please, Olivia-"
"What are you doing here? It's past midnight! I'm sleeping! You woke me up! For what?!" Olivia quickly became angry.
The frustration from being interrupted at such a bad time, when she had been so close, no doubt contributed to her anger.
"I've been thinking and..."
Hiccup-
"And I think you should give me a second chance. Y..."
Hiccup-
"You owe me that much!"
Olivia stared at the intercom screen with disgust.
"I'm sure you stink of alcohol. Go back to your bar and drink yourself to death!"
Her ex-husband was stunned.
He had been for a while.
It was crazy to him that Olivia's love for him had died so suddenly. Or rather, that it had completely disappeared.
"Olivia, please! One mistake shouldn't destroy our lives!" He pleaded. "Just because I made a mistake once doesn't mean we-"
Olivia interrupted him before he could finish the sentence.
"Go fuck yourself, you freaking asshole! I already told you to never come back here! I divorced you, and I never want to see you again! That was true a year ago, and it's true now!"
"Olivia, please... You're being unreasonable... Let me in first so we can talk without-"
"You're not coming in. You're never coming in! In fact, get off my street and go back to your whore!"
"Don't call her that. I told you, it was a mistake-"
"Oh, that's right. She was a child, Eric! So yes, I shouldn't call her a whore. Go back to the child you've groomed!"
Eric immediately started looking around him, anxious that someone had heard Olivia through the intercom.
"Fucking stop saying that!" He shouted. "She's eighteen now anyway, and it's perfectly legal here! Don't make me seem like a bad person!"
"Because the cheating isn't enough to make you a bad person?! I walked in on you with your dick between her breasts!"
Tyler could only gulp as he heard the discussion.
'Holyy...' He thought, eyes squinting, almost closed.
His mouth was pulled wide into a grin while his cheeks were raised. He lowered his eyebrows as much as he could, but suppressing his laughter was demanding every bit of strength and self-control he had.
Thankfully, he had quite a bit of self-control. At least when it didn't involve peeking at his beautiful, busty, green-haired, phenomenal beauty of a neighbour.
'How can you look around when you've got a woman like that, man?' Tyler shook his head.