This story picks up a few days after the first story and just a little reminder, there is no one in the following story under the age of 18.
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Each night for the next week, she did not have another opportunity to get naked outside. Each night there seemed to be more errands than the night before or her husband was at home. As the weekend approached, she grew more frustrated.
She figured that she would not get a chance for anymore fun until the following week because they were supposed to open up their cottage that weekend.
On the Friday morning, her husband announced that they were going to have to postpone the cottage weekend because he had to work unexpectantly, again.
When she suggested that she go to the cottage herself and open things up alone, he thought it was a good idea.
"There'll be a few of the regulars up there this weekend, so if you need help someone will be around," he added.
She actually hoped that there would be very few people around, for what she had in mind, but didn't say anything.
She suddenly got excited about the idea that she had been thinking about for the last few days and what other possibilities might present themselves. She was becoming addicted to the rush of being secretly naked and making herself get off in public.
On Friday when she arrived home from work at little early, she found a message from her husband.
"Working late, will see you Sunday night. Have fun at the cottage."
"I intend too," she said to the empty room.
There was a time that would have bothered her to go alone; but, in fact, tonight it just made her plans better.
She stripped off her work clothes, put her hair in a pony tail, and slipped on a t-shirt, some shorts, and some wool socks. She had a quick supper and loaded up her car with the cottage supplies.
When the car was done, she went back into the house and ran the bath. Taking a little extra time, she shaved everything and forced herself to relax a little to steady her hands. She had all weekend and she intended to make every second count.
Getting out of the bath and not bothering with any clothes, she did her makeup and went to her dresser. Sorting through her lingerie, she realized that all of it was more than fifteen years old.
"That's going to have to change," she said to the mirror.
That was a problem for another day, not tonight. Finding what she wanted, she hoped it still fit. She guessed it was supposed to be a merry widow outfit, with a bustier and matching G-string panties. It had been a gift from her sister and she only worn it once because her husband didn't like it.
"You look like a slut in it," had been his comment.
She had almost thrown it away, but was glad she kept it because she was beginning to feel very sexy, thinking of herself as a slut.
"Why is it that a man can like sex, but if a woman likes sex and dressing sexy, then she is a slut," she said to the empty room.
"I'm not going to worry about that anymore" she said a little louder than she intended.
She slipped into a bustier that pushed her small boobs up a little and barely covered her nipples and then pulled the little G-string panties up, the material barely covered her pussy and the string slid deliciously up her ass.
"Perfect"
She was already soaking wet.
She found a small black choker that she put around her neck and then completing her outfit, she put on her fanciest heels, she looked in the mirror and smiled.
She left a note for her husband, turned off the lights, and locked the door.
She went to get into the loaded car, but couldn't resist something first though.
Walking back to the picnic table under the falling darkness and setting sun.
She laid across the top of the table again and running her fingers over her little G-string she felt the wet silky material and pulled it aside and sank her fingers deep inside herself and masturbated in the moonlight.
"That's the first of many orgasms, this weekend sweetie."
