Jessica sat on the front porch swing and listened to the sounds of the night air. It was early October and there was a bit of a crispness in the air. The blanket she was laying under kept her warm enough. Below the covers she was only wearing a pair of boxers (the ones she adored of her husband’s) and a thin t-shirt. She liked coming out to the porch on nights like this to relax. Her husband was off somewhere across the country on a business trip and she missed him so.
The cool night air was kicking up a bit more than it had earlier and a slight draft was coming in under the covers. Her nipples began to stiffen and she felt a familiar urge begin to take over her body. Many were the nights like this that she would begin to think about John and start playing with herself. John was the handsome young guy that lived down the road a bit. He was muscular and tanned from working in the fields all day. He would occasionally drop by the house when a package would be left by a fill in mail carrier that always seemed to get the addresses to their houses mixed up.