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."
Adjusting the tiny piece of fabric to cover her pussy again, she sat up and stretched. She noticed the lights on at her neighbour's house and although too far away, she hoped that if anyone did see her, that they enjoyed the show.
She felt so sexy and naughty in her slutty outfit.
"I am going to be a slut this weekend," she said and smiled.
"I deserve to feel sexy."
That sexy feeling was only enhanced by what she was going to do next, she got into her car and started driving the 90 minutes to their cottage.
She shivered feeling scared and incredibly sexy at the same time, now that she was actually in the car and driving. Her regular clothes locked in the trunk.
As she drove, she had to consciously force herself not to speed, getting pulled over wasn't something that she wanted to have happen, no matter how wet it made her pussy.
Driving with one hand between her legs, she wished she had one of those small vibrators that she could control with a remote, then she thought about what else she might order.
Some new lingerie, what she was wearing was nice but it she wanted something she picked out.
A nasty thought came to mind, a butt plug and a big dildo, for the first time ever she considered having both her pussy and ass filled at the same time and the wet spot on her car seat got even bigger as she imagined being filled completely, and maybe a cock in her mouth would be nice too.
She had never bought any sex toys in her life, but she now wished she had some with her.
She thought about what she might have with her that she could use. Then she remembered the fresh vegetables she packed and in particular the English cucumber. If only the food hamper was in the car instead of the trunk.
She noticed few cars on the road, the normal weekend traffic was still several weeks away and she wondered if she should take the risk. Her pussy never had any doubt.
She remembered a small rest area up ahead and told herself that if there were no cars parked there when she got to it, that she would stop. Not only that, she had to pee in the worst way.
The small parkette was deserted when she pulled in.
Her hands started to shake again in anticipation.
