The sun had been beating down for hours, driving the temperature higher as noon passed and the still air miraged the vista from our front window. My husband was away working in the fields and the builders, who were converting the outbuildings at the end of the big house for us to live in, had knocked off early. I'd changed into a bikini after Brian went back to work at lunchtime and dragged an old mattress into the front garden of the big house for a bit of sunbathing.
The stone flagged path was pleasantly warm under my feet as I arranged the mattress and lay down. There was a public footpath through the farm yard beyond the garden wall but I was invisible to passing walkers unless they came right up to the gate. I reckoned that I would hear them before they saw me so I slipped my bikini top off and lay back to enjoy the sun. It wasn't long before I realised that the path where I was lying was a sun trap, the heat was reflected from the house behind me and I was in danger of sunburn unless I got some cream on.
I popped indoors and found some SPF20 cream we had left from our recent holiday in Florida. Stretching out on the mattress again I squeezed a dollop of cream from the tube and smeared it over my body, concentrating on my boobs which were still snow white, no topless sunning in USA. As I rubbed the cream in my nipples hardened and I was surprised to feel my juices start to dampen my crotch. Normally Brian would have applied the cream for me and this nearly always turned me on, although in public we were limited as to how far things progressed.
My thoughts drifted to one of the few times we'd had the privacy of a rented beach house back yard in Clearwater, the make out session by the pool had been epic, the sunburn a small price to pay for the thrill of sunkissed sex. My hand drifted down from my boob and rested over my bikini bottoms, I was wary of being caught but the urge to touch myself overcame my caution and I slid my hand under the material and caressed my moist clit with my finger tips. I listened carefully for anyone passing by but heard nothing so I wriggled out of my bikini bottoms and parted my legs. Now I had easy access to my slit and I inserted two fingers of one hand while titillating my clit with the other.
My juices flowed and a climax built to a crescendo, my butt lifted of the mattress as I speared myself and my heart rate rocketed, I was at the peak of my orgasm when the front door opened and Brian said "I think you better let me help you".
Now my heart rate jumped to another level, I didn't know whether to be ashamed or excited. The shock of being caught left me stammering, "hhhhow long hhhave you been tttthere?"