Brenda had to admit that the yoga video was really doing wonders for her mental health, even if she didn’t have to like where it came from.
Her neighbour Derek had been an ass since the day she moved in, and things hadn’t changed since that day three years ago.
In some some way she didn’t blame him, he was a product of his generation, and had more than a little justification to be suspicious of her.
She was too young to be purchasing a house, especially in this economy, even if she did have a good job at a law firm, in this neighbourhood.
Of course the reason she could afford such a place was the same reason his suspicions of her were somewhat justified.
She’d payed her way through university by dancing at a strip club and she hadn’t turned down one of her regulars that had wanted to pay for a set of implants. It just hadn’t made sense to say no at the time, between the extra money he would spend on dances let alone the extra income from others.
Looking back now, it might have been better to turn him down. She would still have been able to pay her way through school, and still have a nice down payment left afterwards for a house… perhaps not in this neighbourhood, but a nice one none the less.
But still, it was in the past and he had no right to give her those sidelong looks when she went jogging, let alone the lewd comments as he tried to goad her into admitting when he suspected.
In the end though, they’d settled into a stalemate of sorts. She avoid him, ignored his crude suggestions, and he watched her from a distance, only interacting with her when it was necessary.
One such interaction was a few weeks ago when one of her packages had been delivered to his house by mistake, he’d come over with two packages, the misdelivered one, and the other the yoga videos.
She’d thanked him for her package, but given him a raised eyebrow for the other.
He’d said they’d been delivered to his house, but he’d never ordered them. Said they were probably some scam looking to improve their reviews or something.
He’d pulled the video’s out of the package and showed them to her with a smile, and then pointed to the big sticker on the front of them, “Helps you relax and de-stress!”
She hadn’t exactly thanked him, but she’d taken them anyway. She was stressed a lot these days and jogging helped, but she’d done yoga before and always felt good afterwards too, so why not?
A slight smile crossed her lips, she might actually have to go over and thank Derek properly.
A little tingle in her pussy at the thought caused her to let out a soft moan just as the yoga ended.
She let herself lay out flat on the floor, face first, before rolling over and repositioning herself she she was looking at the TV, her legs spread wide, and her fingers gently rubbing her pussy.
Her other hand gently squeezed her breast as she bit her lower lip, as thoughts of Derek fucking her gently drifted through her head.
She never noticed that while the yoga session was over, the video was still playing, soft patterns of light and the faint hiss of static coming from it.
