Samantha's Tell-All Diary Introduction I don’t know her na..

Samantha's Tell-All Diary Introduction I don’t know her name but she lives across the street from me. She must be a CEO or other business professional. Her garage door opens every morning at 8:30am, she enters her brand new, black, Mercedes GLC, wearing a very sexy business suit, with high heels and sheer nude or black pantyhose. I often imagine if they’re actually stockings and a garter belt. Then she backs out of her garage and drives out of my life. Just like clock-work, she returns into our neighborhood at 6 pm, parks her Mercedes in her garage and walks across the street to our community mailbox, which is located just in front of my house. Walking so eloquently and powerfully across the street in her “fuck me heels,” she retrieves her mail and returns to the comfort of her townhouse. The garage door closes and she leaves my life, until tomorrow morning. But her weekends are very different. Our neighborhood is very upscale and tends to be rather quiet at night. A few residents leaving their townhomes for dinner and returning to their garages by 10:00pm. All you can hear are crickets chirping and sprinklers spraying after midnight. But she is very different. Each Friday and Saturday night, unfamiliar cars enter our neighborhood and park in front of her house. Always expensive cars, Porsche, Mercedes, Audi, and other exotic cars, arrive after 10:00pm. She turns the porch light on for them and greets them at her front door. She greats them all wearing black lace lingerie, black thigh highs, and black heels. The lingerie, I imagine she wears under her weekly business attire and is as expensive as her business suits. She doesn’t even try to hide her intentions. She stands on the open front stoop with a seductive grin on her face. Then they both disappear into her world. Who are these guys? What are they doing here? What are they doing inside? As with most of these gentlemen, they stay 1-2 hours and depart the same way they arrived. She walks them to the door and hugs them farewell. Every gentleman walks to his expensive car with confidence and a smile on his face. Sometimes it’s only one gentleman a night, sometimes it’s 2 or 3. The same routine. Arrives in a nice car, stays for an hour, and leaves with a satisfied smile on his face. I don’t know her name and I’m too shy to “accidently” bump into her at the mailbox, but I’m intrigued by her mystery, and obsessed with her sexiness. Who are these guys? How do I become one? This is her tell-all diary…