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“No problem.” She smiled, “let me help you.” As she tried to wrestle a shopping bag from me. “No … I’m good, and your taxi’s waiting.” She shrugged, “if you’re sure” smiled and ambled down the path to the waiting cab.

It was Friday night and I envied her so much it hurt; but a night in town was the last thing I could face after another long harrowing shift in A&E where I was a nurse.

Saturday was spent sleeping ‘til noon then catching up on housework and washing my bedding, followed by another solo ‘early night.’

At 27 this was my life now, work, sleep, chores and the very occasional night out with friends, with men ‘off my agenda’ following a bad break-up with a married Docter earlier in the year, which necessitated my change of roles at the hospital and moving across town to my new flat, which I loved. It was a three storey building with two flats on each level, from those of my neighbours that I’d met they all seemed nice enough, a couple in their fifties lived opposite me, a schoolteacher called Ross and a woman who worked for HMRC called Gretchen on the floor below and another older couple lived in #1 at the front. The glamourous woman who had held the door for me lived in flat #2 at the back, but we still hadn’t been introduced.

That changed a month later when I was in a supermarket one Saturday morning after she approached me. “Regan?” she awkwardly asked as we approached each other in the wine aisle. “From the flats in Hampton Road?”

“Oh God!” I gasped, “Yes … sorry … I barely recognised you.” Which was true, as she was wearing a cropped sweatshirt, yoga pants and her hair was tied in a ponytail.

“Jacinda …. Jacci, with two C’s,” she smiled and held her hand out. “Yes; Regan.” I responded and shook her hand. “I know … Mrs. Bolton told me when you moved in, sorry we haven’t had a more formal introduction.” I casually waved my hand in dismissal, “Don’t worry … we seem to be like ‘ships in the night,’ what with my job …. 12 hour shifts now … so it’s mostly work, rest, and no play.” Then rolled my eyes. “I’m lucky I suppose, as I’m an accountant and work from home so make up my own hours.”

We continued our shopping together, comparing our taste in wine and chocolate biscuits, chatting and filling in some gaps about our lives, then went for a coffee at a trendy café she knew close by.

I’m completely heterosexual but had to stop myself from staring at Jacci, as she was stunningly pretty, slim in a gym honed manner with amazing powerful looking legs and sparkling green eyes behind her ‘cool’ glasses. No doubt she never intended it, but I felt frumpy alongside her in my baggy sweatshirt and combat pants. Jacci knew a few people who were in the café, smiling and waving as she casually flicked her ponytail or sensually moved a stray hair from her chiselled cheek bones as we nattered.

When we arrived back at the flats Jacci screwed her face up, “sorry, but I have some work to do for a client, or I’d invite you in.”

“No problem, I’m going out later, so need to shower and stuff” “A date?” She grinned. “I wish … no; just pizza and drinks with a couple of friends from work.” “You never know your luck in the big city.” Jacci winked and stroked my arm, making my heart beat a little bit faster. Back in my flat, as I got undressed, and couldn’t stop thinking about my new neighbour, in a way that made me feel a little uncomfortable but not enough to stop me touching my slit and finding it disturbingly warm and wet as I shaved the stubble off my pubes … ‘just in case.’

I smiled and shook my head as I touched my pussy again while getting dried … it was now very wet and my clit was more prominent than usual,

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Magpie69 writes Thu 16 Apr 2026 11:31:

This is a different direction for me ... coming about from a naughty video, I saw some years ago and thought could be stretched out into a story. I hope you like it.

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Jan writes Wed 15 Apr 2026 19:10:

Surprisingly erotic!

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