It wasn't a particularly busy or difficult day at work, but it was bloody hot. The weather had gone from a few weeks of nice clear days in the mid to high twenties, Celsius that is (that would be mid-seventies to eighties for those in the U.S). Then, out of the blue, we were hit with two days in a row of forty degrees (one hundred and five Fahrenheit). Hardly unheard of in Australia, to be sure, but it still kicks your ass when it hits. On top of that, it happened to be a day when I had to be at several house showings. I'm a real estate agent, so it meant that I was walking around in the heat for much of the day. The only respite was the air conditioning in the car.
On the drive home, I remembered that Zoe, my daughter, was working until later that tonight. I had been trying to work out what I was going to do for dinner because there was no way I was in the mood to cook tonight. The reminder that Zoe wouldn't be there triggered my memory that Patrick, my son, was supposed to be staying at his friend's place tonight, and of course I knew that my husband Ben was away for work this week. He travelled interstate every couple of months for a week at a time. He had been doing this for the last five years so we had gotten used to the routine.
I felt a small thrill of excitement that I would actually have the house to myself this evening, at least until Zoe got home after eleven. I wouldn't have to run around for anyone else or cook. I could make myself something simple to eat, have a wine and just relax in the pool all by myself and let the heat of the day leach out of my body.
That was when I had the exciting thought that I could even go skinny dipping if I wanted to. It was something that I loved to do occasionally, and I always found it exciting; it just didn't happen very often. I could probably count on one hand the number of times it had happened since the kids were born, though, and they were both adults now.
That excitement of wandering across the backyard, completely naked, knowing that the only way the neighbours could see you was if they were deliberately trying to. Who knows, maybe they did like to sneak a look when they could. I didn't think that any of them would but the thought was still a little exciting. Feeling the air caress your naked skin and then the water cooling you down and touching you in a way that felt strangely more intimate than just having a bath or shower. It was that feeling of heightened sensation that came with being naked, proved by the fact that even your bare feet seemed a little more sensitive to the grass underneath them when you had no clothes on.
I felt a shiver of anticipation move through me, and the fact that I was already horny just made it that bit more exciting. One weird side effect of the hot weather for me was that it never failed to make me ridiculously horny and summer was my husband's favourite time of year for exactly this reason. It had been the case for as long as I could remember. I don't know exactly why it did, but the combination of wearing as little as possible, feeling the heat on my skin and getting sweaty, always made me wet and horny.
It didn't help that the last client of the day was a very good looking man in a beautifully tailored suit. Everything about him was yummy. His physique, how well that suit fitted him, the fact that despite the heat he was still immaculately groomed, and the expensive cologne that didn't quite mask the subtle smell of man sweat that made me think of the smell of good sex. That raw, sweaty, fucking that left you with limbs of jelly.
I reached down between my thighs and let my hand slip under my skirt. I very lightly ran my fingertips over my panties, just giving my clit a very light tickle, as a tease of what's to come. My nipples were begging for some attention too but they wouldn't be able to get anything more than a gentle tease until I got home, thanks to the bra and blouse I was wearing. I liked to be naked outside, but in the safe confines of my enclosed backyard, not in the car driving home. Exciting as that thought was, I had a professional appearance to upkeep.
I pulled into the driveway, grabbed my bag off the passenger seat and stepped out of my car. I was quite proud of my little car, it was nothing really flash, but it wasn't a base model either. It was the sports model with two doors but I wouldn't go so far as to call it a genuine sports car. It was, by far, the fanciest car I had ever owned. I bought it after my first year of successful real estate sales. I had worked damn hard, not just for this car, but also for my position, as well as the success of the company that I worked for. I was no real estate mogul who would be making millions, not by a long shot, but I worked hard and I brought home a nice salary.
My husband also brought home a good wage due to the fact that he had been instrumental in bringing the company he worked for from a devastated shell of a company, almost completely destroyed by the previous owners illegal activities and gambling addiction, to a thriving sales success. He had worked damn hard for years and for several of those years he had been doing it for wages far below what he was entitled to. As a result he had quadrupled the companies sales in the first two years for the new owners and it has been steadily growing since.
They knew he could have left and earned more years ago and it would have left them in a terrible position, yet he stayed. He remained loyal to the company and took real pride in his achievements. Turning it from a nightmare, running at a loss into a multi-million dollar success story that continued to grow. The owners rewarded his loyalty and hard work with a wage that more accurately represented his efforts. We weren't wealthy by a lot of peoples standards but we were far from poor. We had been poor for long enough to appreciate what we had and not blow it on unnecessary crap.
The two exceptions I would say for me were this car, which was now five years old and would stay with me until it was no longer mechanically safe to keep, and the pool. We lashed out and got a lap pool, although it was wide enough to play volleyball in, installed in our back yard. I got the pool because I have been a swimmer my whole life and I hated the times when I didn't feel fit. Wanting to stay fit, and with teenage kids at the time it felt like a justifiable extravagance.
I felt a very exciting tingle as I stepped out of the car and my pussy lips slipped across each other. My clit was already tingling in anticipation of that naked walk across the lawn and into the cool waters of the pool. My nipples were achingly hard and were demanding attention. I couldn't wait to get naked. In my head I had already decided to wait until I was outside before I would touch myself. Tease myself by not touching where I desperately wanted to until I was outside, in the hot, summer, open air, before I finally slipped my fingers inside my needy little pussy.
I was grinning like a loon as I opened the front door. I walked through to the kitchen and felt the smile slide off my face as I heard music coming from the back yard. My handbag hit the bench and my keys rattled next to them. I watched in disbelief as my son and his best friend walked past the window. They had no idea that I had arrived home yet and they were laughing at something.
I was pissed off. I felt completely irrational being angry at him. This was his home and of course he was always welcome here but I was so wound up and suddenly nothing was going to happen. It's not like I could just go up to my room, strip naked and make myself cum with my son and his friend right here. I could feel the mood slipping and that was frustrating as hell. It was then that I saw two more of his friends wander past.
"For fuck sake. Can I please catch a break?"
I sighed heavily as I accepted the simple fact that my much needed alone time just wasn't going to happen. I opened the door and walked out onto the deck. Patrick, my son turned at the sound of the door. He still had a smile on his face and I tried to respond in kind but it felt forced. I watched as his smile slipped a little and felt a fresh wave of guilt at feeling annoyed at him.
"Hi, Mum."
"Hi, mate. What's going on?"
I gestured broadly at the three boys sitting on the edge of the deck talking. Seemingly on cue they all turned to face me with smiles and I got a chorus of "Hi mrs. D." from them all.
"Hi, boys."
I couldn't keep the sigh out of my voice as I looked back at Patrick with a questioning look.
