I’m in my forties, a respectable business woman, a pillar of the community - well that’s what everyone thinks. And I suppose I was until this summer.
My husband and I had booked a holiday cottage in Devon for a week but at the last minute he was unable to make it. There was some problem at work or other. I decided I’d still to go on my own. We’d been there before and loved the area so I thought I’d have a relaxing time hopefully soaking up the sun, reading and walking. Just what I needed to unwind. The cottage is quite isolated other than for the residence next door where the owner lives.
I arrived on a beautiful sunny day and knocked at the owners door to pick up the key. Mrs. Robbins was there but was leaving soon to visit her daughter in London. We had a chat, she gave me the key and told me that her nephew and his friend would be staying at her cottage for a few days. I thought nothing of this, and went indoors to unpack.
The next morning I awoke to bright sunshine and, after breakfast, decided I’d spend a lazy day sun bathing in the large back garden while reading a trashy novel. A far cry from my usual hectic business life.
I slipped on my bikini and glanced in the bedroom mirror. I felt I still looked pretty good for my age. My body is quite toned, as I exercise regularly and do Yoga whenever I have the time. The bikini was quite brief but, as there was no one about, it didn’t really matter. I knew that, if my husband had been with me he wouldn’t have approved of me wearing it.
I was soon lying on my sun-lounger, stretched out in the sunshine. It felt absolute paradise as I massaged some suntan lotion on my skin. I hooked the bikini top straps off my shoulders as I didn’t want any white lines. This made the bra top looser so my breasts were nearly popping out. ‘But who cares?’, I thought, ‘there’s only me here.’
As the warmth of the sun caressed my body I started to read my novel. It was quite erotic right from the first page and I felt a slight tingle of excitement inside my tummy as I continued to read. I suppose it wasn’t really surprising that I was feeling a little turned on as it had been well over a month since I last had sex with my husband. He worked so hard and was just too tired most nights to have any ‘dirty’ thoughts, as I called them. Our love life was far from exciting, perhaps we we’d been together too long for me to excite him any more.
I rubbed some more lotion on my body as the midday sun got stronger. By now my top was just about covering my nipples and they seemed to be quite erect as I gently massaged lotion over my shoulders. ‘God I’m feeling so sexy’, I thought. As I spread my legs I glanced at the cottage next door and the upstairs window. ‘Was that someone looking out?’
I had another look and could see quite clearly a bare chested boy about 18 or 19 standing at the window and he was quite obviously staring at me. My immediate reaction was to cover up but for some reason his gaze made me feel even sexier and wanted - something I hadn’t felt for a long time. So I lay still but couldn’t resist stretching my whole body sensuously. My nipples seemed to get even harder, which I wouldn’t have thought possible. I opened my legs slightly wider and looked down at my mound.
I came to my senses and knew I must stop, I had to go indoors. I stood up and slowly walked towards the cottage. I was about half way to the door and a voice called out, “Hi! I’m Andy, Mrs. Robbins nephew”.
I glanced over the fence and standing there was another boy, again about 18 years old. He had a bigsmile on his face as he glanced at my breasts. I mumbled something by way of a greeting but kept on walking. I could feel his eyes on me as I made my way inside.
I couldn’t believe it, I was actually shaking. I looked in a mirror and saw that my top was only staying up because of my erect nipples. ‘God, what must that Andy have thought?’ I touched my right breast lightly with my hand and a wonderful sensation shot through my body. I slumped in a chair and with trembling hands pushed down my bikini bottoms. I reached to touch my pussy and couldn’t believe how wet I was. My finger found my clit and at once I orgasmed with such power that I just lay there breathing deeply, wondering what on earth had got into me - or maybe it was the thought of what I wanted to get into me.
All that night in bed I kept going over and over in my mind about how much I enjoyed those boys looking at me, lusting over me, even if it had been for onIy a short while. I dreamt of taking it all a step further, of being naked before them and seeing their erections ... I awoke sweating, wet and sticky.
The following day I went into town for some groceries. Next door to the supermarket was a shop selling bikinis, thongs and other beach wear. I looked along the rails and there was a bright red, very small thong together with a matching top that was little more than two tiny pieces of cloth held together with thin cord. I was trembling again and saw that it was shown as a ‘small’ size. For some unexplainable reason I still went ahead and bought it.
I couldn’t wait to get back to the cottage. I quickly dumped the shopping on the table and rushed upstairs to the bedroom with the swimwear. Like a woman possessed I undressed and pulled on the thong. It barely covered my pussy and my pubic hair was sticking out of the sides. The back left my bottom completely exposed and as I looked in the mirror a familiar excitement hit me. The bikini top barely covered my nipples and they stuck out prominently through the material. Just looking at myself was getting me so turned on, I felt ashamed. ‘I could hardly wear this where anyone else could see me, could I?’
I looked at myself carefully and decided that at the very least I’d have to trim my pubic hair before ever thinking about wearing the thong. I went to the bathroom and with my scissors started cutting my secret hair.
I trimmed back what I could see while wearing the thong, but didn’t stop there. I slipped off the garment and kept on snipping away. I cut everything as short as possible before reaching for my Ladyshave. I gently shaved off all of my pussy hair, something I’d never done before. I softly rubbed in some moisturiser into my now naked skin and I couldn’t believe how sensitive I felt. It felt wonderful. I knew I’d have to release the built up tension soon. ‘I need a good fuck’. I was shocked at my thoughts, language and by the way I felt. I quickly stood under a cold shower hoping the feelings would go away.