Wandering around the house she began to turn on lights, hoping brightness would chase away the darkness and the memories. Her slippered feet whispered on the old floorboards as she moved from room to room. A mix of emotions followed her, regret that they fought, sadness that it never seemed to end. Leaning on the kitchen counter with her hip, her eyes are caught by the special bottle of wine she had bought only a week ago. With only a flicker of self-pity she swept the bottle up and popped the cork.
"To me, and to being alone. Aw hell. To nothing except maybe a nice buzz". Disdaining the nicety of a glass she drinks directly from the bottle, a long draught of sweet wine coursing down her throat to her empty stomach. Crossing to the sliding glass door she watches her reflection, a pretty woman swinging a wine bottle as she walks. She smiles sadly and toasts to her reflection, taking another deep drink. "Quiet, too quiet in here."
She spins around looking for diversion, the radio sounding better than a return to Reverend Whoever or Cooking with Suzy Homemaker. Flicking the on button as she takes another drink, she spins the dial down to some old blues music. Closing her eyes she sways in the kitchen, trying to lose herself in music. She spins around and opens her eyes, catching sight of herself again in the reflection of the glass. She smiles and mock curtsies to herself.
"No wonder he won't fuck you, you dress like crap." She giggles and does a slow bump and grind then she leans over and sets the nearly empty bottle on the floor. Once upright again, she goes quiet and looks at herself. Her hands go to the bottom of her tshirt and slowly eases it up past her stomach. As if teasing an audience that watches from the darkness of the yard, she slowly pulls it higher, then back down as her nipples flash pink back at her. She tugs the shirt off over her head in one smooth movement, tossing it to the floor.
Keeping her eyes on her reflection, she watches her hands as they glide up her stomach. Her nipples harden before she touches them, they harden with a delicious shiver that she feels down into her belly. Barely touching now, her fingers circle her nipples, teasing the buds with the promise of a touch yet to come. She smiles to her invisible audience as she runs her hands down her sides, catching her thumbs in the waist of her panties.
"Who says a tshirt and panties can't be sexy?" She winks at her reflection then turns slowly around until her back is to the window. Rotating her hips she slowly moves her hands down, pulling her panties lower and lower. She bends over when they puddle around her feet, trailing her fingers along the outside of her legs as she rises and slowly turns back to the window.
A hiccup and a giggle later she manages to pick up the bottle and make her way back to the den.