I'm thirty four and recently divorced, no cheating or anything on either side, we just grew apart after nearly fifteen years. We have a teenage daughter together who spent the beginning of the summer holiday's with her Dad this year (they went to Florida for a couple of weeks). We have been separated for almost two year's now but barely intimate for much longer, we just saw each other differently, and I must admit neither of us had dressed up nice for a meal out or anything in a long time. More like brother and sister than husband and wife.
When my ex moved out it was autumn, so the cold and sense of loss meant I spent most of my time in a dressing gown curled up on the sofa (my daughter being out with her friends more often than not). I was a bit miserable. Until around spring time last year, I was having a bit of a clear out when I found a pile of old photos from when our girl was little, and remembered how much happier I looked back then and it showed in my appearance.
I was a fine looking young woman, with Mediteranian heritage, dark, slightly curled, thick hair to the middle of my back, olive skin tones with my mother's emerald green eyes. A womanly woman, with curves where they should be, 5'4 with ample DD breast's (naturally blessed) and a bum with "just enough jiggle" as my ex used to say.
But at that time I might have been a bit more womanly than I would have liked, it had been a while since I had seen a belly anywhere near toned and my bum had more than enough jiggle.
However, after putting the pictures back in a draw I didn't think about it too much until summer rolled around. Now, I'm sure every one cheers up a little bit when the sun has got his hat on but last summer I started to feel quite good and again it must have started to show, as by the end of august I'd noticed I was catching the eye the men I was coming across (I hadn't really noticed before as I wasn't particularly interested, but now I'v been single for almost a year and hadn't thought of myself as a sexual creature for many years) and I liked it.
So over the winter, rather than sitting in front of the goggle box in my PJ's I started Yoga, Just to tone up a bit and avoid some of that winter weight. By the time spring came around I was looking and feeling pretty damn good, there was a natural rosyness to my cheeks, I'd let my hair grow out, my belly isn't as flat as it once was but that suits me, as while I was losing about a stone, none of it came off my boobs and the yoga has kept them nice and firm, they look fabulous in or out of clothes, and just a month or so back my ex (who is happily in a relationship with a friend that I introduced him to, we still get on very well, like brother and sister) paid a jiggly compliment, which made me smile.
Which brings us to the beginning of this summer, I'd been meaning to see a bit more of the world, so while the ex took our daughter to Florida I went for a week of sun and beaches on the Italian Amalfi coast. I went by myself, I needed to get away for a little while. I booked a nice little B&B five minutes from the beach and a short taxi ride from a busy little town. It was going to be a week of good food, good books and walks around some of the most beautiful scenery I have ever seen. Surprisingly, it was also going to be the reawakening of that sexual side I had almost forgotten existed.
The first two day's were spent on the beach in the morning, a walk to a nice little café for lunch, fine wine with a book in the B&B's flower garden for a few hours before dinner at one of a handful of eateries in town. All the while enjoying my new found attention. The weather was beautiful and the little summer dresses and sarongs that I'd packed fit the atmosphere perfectly, but they fit me better.
I wore a bikini underneath for most of the time but on this day I was more than confident enough to ditch the top. I was walking down the coast road to the café, there were others, but I quite fancied the guy who worked on the counter at this one (he was a bit shy but still a bit flirty, early to mid 20's, I kept catching him stealing a glance my way before going a bit red and finding something to do out of sight).
About half way there, a bit of sea breeze rustled my dress and I felt my nipples immediately perk up, I smiled when I looked down and saw them very prominent in the flowery pattern of my dress, not too tight, slinky enough to have some movement but tight enough to show off my curves, and now, my nipples (like I said, I was feeling good and looking good).
As I neared the cafe's patio I wondered if the guy would be able to hide a smile if he noticed my nipples, I giggled and was a tad annoyed when I noticed they weren't as perky, never mind. I took a seat at a table that looked out to sea and was shaded under a grape vine.
A moment later the young man began to approach from inside, this was odd it was usually a waitress takes orders and then I'd pay at the counter when finished. Just at that moment, another breeze and the girls are at attention again. I sit up straight, legs crossed with menu in hand as he arrives at my table and asks to take my order with a cute little crooked smile.
Struggling to keep eye contact with me, his eyes darting from mine to my chest to my eyes to anywhere else, but my dress was fairly low cut so they spent most of their time south, I didn't help matter's, pushing out my boobs a little, the dress was snug enough to keep them together and I kept flashing glances at them myself so even if he was looking into my eyes he'd follow them back to my boobs.
He took my order and hustled back inside. I grinned to myself, thought what a terrible tease I was, and was surprised at how much this brief encounter had turned me on.
The waitress brought over a glass of wine and then fifteen or twenty minutes later my lunch (you havn't eaten Italian food until you've eaten it in Italy, ahh, gorgeous). Pasta carbanara followed by some real Italian ice cream. I'd brought my book with me, so when the waitress cleared my dishes I ordered another glass of wine and stayed for a while.
A few hours had passed, along with another glass or two, as well as the occasional flirt with Gio (the guy, Giavani). He's a good looking lad, tanned, short neatly trimmed hair, around six foot with a swimmer's build, square jaw and piercing blue eyes, but what I found more attractive was his way, he just had a way about him, just casually nice, with his colleagues, his customer's and his flirty shyness (if that's a thing) when he was around me, I was drawn to him you might say.
Now, you have to remember, I've only really been with my ex-husband, we weren't virgins when we met but I certainly wasn't very experienced, and in the year's since our split I hadn't really thought too much about a man in my life, I was being a mother. But she's growing up now, it's time to start thinking about me.
It might have been the wine or the sun, that holiday vibe or my new found confidence, it was probably all of the above, but when I was ready to leave I called for the check and when I dropped it off at the counter I made sure that Gio noticed my number written across the top of it. As I turned and left I could feel his eye's follow me and so had to look back, when I did, he was watching my bum jiggle, just enough, then he met my eye's, smiled, embarrassed and waved (bless him).
I walked back to the B&B with a coy little smile on my face. That day was the first time in a long time that I had felt overtly sexy, and it felt good.
It was early evening when I got back to the B&B, 6ish, it was hot and a bit humid, so I jumped in to a luke warm shower, it was lovely washing away the day's dust and sweat. I started to think about Gio. Nothing particularly kinky, just that he was a handsome chap and do I think he'll call.
Then I started thinking about, what if he did call? My hand is caressing my inner thigh at this point. All kinds of erotic scenarios are playing out in my mind while my middle finger finds my sweet spot, a tweak of my already proud nipple sends a shiver down my spine to join up with the quivers between my leg's. Ten minutes later, I'm clean and feeling pleasantly dirty. I jump out of the shower, dry off and fall naked on to my bed for a nap.
I was awakened an hour or so later by my phone beeping, sleepy and strangely horny, I stretched and ran a hand up my body, it tingled all the way and a little circle around one of my nipples made me sink back in to my pillows with a smile. I picked up my phone, the message was from Gio, a fresh tingle ran through all the right places and my smile turned to a cheeky grin.
He was at a bar just a short walk away "with some of his work mate's, did I want to join them?" and I did, maybe him more than them. I texted him back saying ill be half an hour then jumped out of bed, picked out a skimpy but figure shaping bikini, black, then started the make up, not too much, red lips and a bit of eye shadow, my tan did the rest, I ran my hands through my hair a few times, messy, casual... sexy? I thought so.
I caught myself in the full length mirror on the back of the bathroom door and had to admire what I saw, a nice all over tan, tousled, long dark hair, buttocks accentuated by my bikini bottoms, tight thighs and calf's a stomach that want's to be kissed and breast's fuller than when I was in my twenties, the bikini top giving some lift. If I was a dude, I definitely would... I picked out a red dress that finished just above the knee with a plunging neck line, silver jewellery including a necklace that sat in my cleavage just right, and to finish, black strappy shoes that make my calves pop with red nail polish.
That sexy feeling was strong and amplified by anticipation.
The walk from my B&B to the bar was nice, the air was balmy but with enough of a breeze to keep the temperature down, the girly excitement inside me was bubbling up as I arrived, but then it sank back down again as I saw Gio at the bar with a girl, not just any girl, she was tall and slender with long blonde hair pulled back in to a loose pony tail, her long dress clung to her curves beautifully, she was gorgeous.
