Everything Is Good In My Holiday Home - Part 3 of 7 - Sex Stories

Everything Is Good In My Holiday Home - Part 3 of 7

... the opportunity to take a fresh and cold rinse.

After the bath and the pizza, I stood on the terrace again, this time smoking a normal cigarette without a scratch. My gaze was directed at the hole in the hedge, which I stared at rigidly and cynically.

"I had to see her," whispered a dark voice inside me, which I tried to shake off. At the time, the damned bitch of the neighbour's daughter was the absolute last thing I wanted to see. In that case, it would be to see her on her knees in front of me, her hands tied behind her back. I giggled heartlessly at the thought and at the same moment, got a mighty idea when I pushed the cigarette butt out into the ashtray and spotted former filters from my old joints. I highly doubted that my idea would work, but thought it was worth a try.

With a sloppy tweezer grip, I fished up two white joint filters and eagerly slithered down the short path of tiles through the garden, and down to the hole in the hedge. I knew that the neighboring family was not at home, and had gone on their usual evening walk. With that in mind, I casually crept all the way up to the terrace, where I had a brief flashback of the beautiful teenage goddess in a bikini when I saw the white sun lounger where she had been sunbathing earlier in the day. I snorted and shook my head in frustration, looking for just the right place to put the finished smoking residue from my ashtray.

I found a small secluded corner where the edge of the terrace and the grass ...

... met. It was almost on the other side and could not be seen with the naked eye, but it was still easy to spot if you came from the other side of the house. I dropped the joint and smashed the last of the flesh out of the two white filters with my foot.

"Ahhhh," I sighed in relief and got a big and satisfied smile on my face. I sincerely hoped that my secret plan would work, and the cursed bitch would be hit with the karma I wished her. With a slightly better mood, I went back home and put a CSI shit series on the remote, with a fresh cold beer in hand.

It wasn't the first time I'd let a bitch ruin my good mood. After several experiences, I had finally been able to put aside all the frustrations that came out of such experiences. I had a great time in my own company, and it only made a better evening when, at one point, I had to put the television on mute.

The signal that I had waited long and patiently for finally appeared. I had purposely opened the patio door so that I could catch the decisive moment, but also because the fans were not always efficient enough to do their job and keep the temperature even. I jumped up from the sofa and leaned haughtily against the doorframe, while listening to my angry neighbor's shouts and screams, which were like sweet music to my ears. The father had found the remains of the joint I had spread out on the terrace.

At the time, I didn't fucking care about the possible consequences that might come out of my little stunt. How amazing ...