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09 Nisan 2023, 11:48
Christmas was probably her least favourite time of year. For most people Christmas conjures thoughts of snow, food, family and happiness. Christmas is none of that for Brooke, she lives in the southern hemisphere where it is Summer this time of year and her estranged family live on the other side of the world. Christmas is just another unpleasantly hot and lonely time of year.
About the only good thing about Christmas is her work Christmas party. Or more specifically the free booze at her work Christmas party. It might be the basic bottom shelf stuff, but it is free, so she knows she can't complain. Talking about booze, getting ready for the party is thirsty work and so she grabs a cold beer from the fridge. It is also basic bottom shelf stuff, but standing naked in the kitchen of your apartment is not the time to be appreciating the latest Brut IPA.
She walks back into her bedroom and opens the closet. She's never been a super fashion conscious girl, and looking at her various clothes would make that quite obvious to most people. Next to the closet is a full length mirror, she looks in it and sees what she thinks is a pretty average body for a 29 year old woman. She has pale skin, shoulder length straight brown hair, brown eyes, medium sized breasts, a little bit of a tummy and a hairy brown bush. She'd thought about trimming it or even shaving it off when she was shaving her legs before her recent shower, but she isn't the hook up with someone at the work party type of girl so she didn't bother.
She takes a big swig of the cold beer. The bottle is cold against her hand, and wet with condensation. She tries to remember when she last had sex, with someone other than one of the toys under her bed that is, and can't. She'd broken up with her last boyfriend in March, after she found out he'd cheated on her with one of his co-workers, but it had been a while before that when they'd last done it. Maybe it had been Valentines Day she wonders, but remembers that her ex had cancelled their plans because he had to "work late". Oh well, he was a bastard and she is glad to be rid of him. But she does miss having a hot dick sliding in and out of her.
"Mmmmm", she moans, as her fingers tease her long meaty labia. Maybe she should skip the party and stay home and drain a battery or two in her toys. The tip of her index finger slips inside, and it seems the beer isn't the only thing that is wet. The temptation is strong, but she'd have to come up with an excuse and telling her co-workers that she just really needed to masturbate all night is probably a breach of sexual harassment laws.
She finishes the beer and throws the bottle into the small bin next to the bed. Out of a drawer in the bottom of the closet she grabs a pair of plain black cotton panties and puts them on. Out of another drawer she grabs a blue denim skirt, it comes down to just above her knees and has actual pockets so she doesn't have to worry about losing a bag.
She rifles through all the clothes on hangers and grabs an old faded green t-shirt. She's had it for so long that she forgets which boyfriend from her University days it originally belonged to. It's loose on her, and it has a few small holes, but green is Christmasy so it'll do. She throws it on, not bothering with a bra because they just get too sweaty in summer.
Back in the kitchen she grabs her wallet, keys and phone, putting them in the pockets of her skirt. She ponders whether she'll need anything else, she knows she doesn't need tampons because the period tracking app on her phone told her she is "highly fertile" today. That makes her think about condoms, but she has already decided nothing like that is going to happen, so why bother. She grabs her handbag off the counter and looks through it, looking for inspiration. She finds some when she sees the small tin of breath mints, there will probably be seafood at the party so a mint might be needed. She puts the mints in her pocket, turns off the lights and leaves.
**
She mersin escort (http://www.alacam.org) arrives at the party to see a large and mostly empty room. There is some tinsel hung up on the walls, a long table with various appetisers on one side and a bar at the end of the room. There is also no one here that she knows the name of. She heads to the bar and orders and bourbon
About the only good thing about Christmas is her work Christmas party. Or more specifically the free booze at her work Christmas party. It might be the basic bottom shelf stuff, but it is free, so she knows she can't complain. Talking about booze, getting ready for the party is thirsty work and so she grabs a cold beer from the fridge. It is also basic bottom shelf stuff, but standing naked in the kitchen of your apartment is not the time to be appreciating the latest Brut IPA.
She walks back into her bedroom and opens the closet. She's never been a super fashion conscious girl, and looking at her various clothes would make that quite obvious to most people. Next to the closet is a full length mirror, she looks in it and sees what she thinks is a pretty average body for a 29 year old woman. She has pale skin, shoulder length straight brown hair, brown eyes, medium sized breasts, a little bit of a tummy and a hairy brown bush. She'd thought about trimming it or even shaving it off when she was shaving her legs before her recent shower, but she isn't the hook up with someone at the work party type of girl so she didn't bother.
She takes a big swig of the cold beer. The bottle is cold against her hand, and wet with condensation. She tries to remember when she last had sex, with someone other than one of the toys under her bed that is, and can't. She'd broken up with her last boyfriend in March, after she found out he'd cheated on her with one of his co-workers, but it had been a while before that when they'd last done it. Maybe it had been Valentines Day she wonders, but remembers that her ex had cancelled their plans because he had to "work late". Oh well, he was a bastard and she is glad to be rid of him. But she does miss having a hot dick sliding in and out of her.
"Mmmmm", she moans, as her fingers tease her long meaty labia. Maybe she should skip the party and stay home and drain a battery or two in her toys. The tip of her index finger slips inside, and it seems the beer isn't the only thing that is wet. The temptation is strong, but she'd have to come up with an excuse and telling her co-workers that she just really needed to masturbate all night is probably a breach of sexual harassment laws.
She finishes the beer and throws the bottle into the small bin next to the bed. Out of a drawer in the bottom of the closet she grabs a pair of plain black cotton panties and puts them on. Out of another drawer she grabs a blue denim skirt, it comes down to just above her knees and has actual pockets so she doesn't have to worry about losing a bag.
She rifles through all the clothes on hangers and grabs an old faded green t-shirt. She's had it for so long that she forgets which boyfriend from her University days it originally belonged to. It's loose on her, and it has a few small holes, but green is Christmasy so it'll do. She throws it on, not bothering with a bra because they just get too sweaty in summer.
Back in the kitchen she grabs her wallet, keys and phone, putting them in the pockets of her skirt. She ponders whether she'll need anything else, she knows she doesn't need tampons because the period tracking app on her phone told her she is "highly fertile" today. That makes her think about condoms, but she has already decided nothing like that is going to happen, so why bother. She grabs her handbag off the counter and looks through it, looking for inspiration. She finds some when she sees the small tin of breath mints, there will probably be seafood at the party so a mint might be needed. She puts the mints in her pocket, turns off the lights and leaves.
**
She mersin escort (http://www.alacam.org) arrives at the party to see a large and mostly empty room. There is some tinsel hung up on the walls, a long table with various appetisers on one side and a bar at the end of the room. There is also no one here that she knows the name of. She heads to the bar and orders and bourbon