The position of assistant manager at the elegant country house hotel had come at precisely the right time for you. Your daughters had both gone through university and the house in the impossibly scenic village now seemed too large, echoing with the memory of the laughter that previously had filled your home. The social ties that bound you to the community were looser now, and you realised that most of your connections had been through parenting. The landscape of the place remained as strong an attraction for you as ever, the space and air of the lochs, the gentle peace of the woods and the stark beauty of the slopes and summits could still induce that peculiar mixture of excitement and calm that had drawn you to the place half a lifetime ago. The interview at the lochside mansion had been a whim on your part, but the young couple who had bought the place intrigued you. Their intention was to develop it as a sensual retreat from the frantic world of the cities and provide an environment where their guests could relax and recharge, and as Gemma stated, "Indulge themselves in the sensuous pleasures of the mind and the flesh with complete freedom." The interview was discursive and as you walked the grounds and toured the house over the course of the afternoon, you realised that this presented an opportunity to allow a suppressed aspect of your nature to blossom.
Always a physically passionate person, Angela's sexuality had been largely masturbatory since the departure of the girl's father some twenty years earlier, occasional brief and discreet liaisons excepted. A highly developed erotic imagination, a collection of stimulating toys, irregular but rewarding spells on an explicit chat line with the frisson of the odd caller who's sexuality resonated with her's and since broadband had arrived in the area five years previously, access to more varieties of pornography than even her fertile libido could conjure up, had kept her well sated sexually.
Peter, Gemma's partner was pleasingly direct, "You have the organisational abilities and personal qualities to match the role, but if I may be fully frank, you physically embody exactly the ethos we wish to create."
Gemma followed on, "I endorse Peter's comments, if I may be personal, you have the body I would want for myself in twenty years time."
Angela blushed, facially, and in a place unseen, the flush disappearing from her cheeks more quickly than the heat dissipated from her engorged labia, "Thank you, its not everyone that appreciates the fuller female figure today, I've thought for a long time that I was born too late, I have always been very comfortable in my own skin but Rubens wouldn't get a job on Vogue or Playboy nowadays."
The skin that Angela was comfortable in, was beautiful and had elicited compliments from admirers since she was in her teens more than thirty years ago. Her pale complexion and rich auburn shoulder length hair were assets but her figure was her true glory, she carried herself with a dancer's poise with a body built for the bedroom rather than the ballet. Almost five foot six tall, long in the leg and broad of hip, her belly a gentle swell, magnificent low slung breasts their almost transparently pale skin criss-crossed by large blue veins, terminated in nipples of such luscious prominence and impertinent sensitivity that in social situations on colder days a pashmina or even an overcoat was necessary to avoid unwanted attention. Her swimmer's shoulders carried the weight of these enormous breasts and made them appear perfectly proportionate despite their size, her well fleshed arms were strong and smooth with hands that could have been entirely at home in the pages of an upmarket engagement ring brochure. Her exquisite neck flowed into a strong but not prominent jawline and an oval face who's symmetry and regularity had caused heads to turn throughout her life. Her mouth was wide with plump lips that in repose were ever so slightly parted, the philtrum well defined, her nose, a cosmetic surgeon's wet dream, large almond shaped eyes, their irises green and gold flecked held pupils whose ability to dilate and draw in whoever they focused on was truly hypnotic. She knew she had the ability to raise an erection in any man simply by directing her gaze towards him and allowing those dark pools of desire to do their effortless work. She was the embodiment of mature female sensuous sexuality in a size eighteen frame.
For the interview she had dressed in a classic heather, lightweight tweed, tailored two piece, the skirt knee length, the jacket fitted but unbuttoned, a cream silk blouse, open at the neck, with her cleavage suggested rather than exhibited. Neat suede court shoes with a two inch heel and nude sheer stockings completed the visible portion of her outfit. Her indulgence in custom lingerie had been a necessity since before she had breastfed her girls and her cup size had increased significantly over the decades. Her brassieres were a beautiful marriage of elegance and engineering that contained and supported but never restricted her most prominent assets, the shoulder straps broad and lace trimmed managed to appear delicate while supporting this abundance of female flesh, the underwiring, custom shaped for comfort and the deep back of the bras all added to their wearability.
The expense of these couture garments was offset by her abandonment of any underwear below the waist. Angela in all her adult life had never possessed a single pair of panties, owned trousers or shorts of any description and whenever swimming had entered the water au naturel. Her beautiful sex had never been hidden from the world by a gusset of any description and her labia had grown in this unrestricted environment to a more than generous size. Heavy, fleshy and pendulous they hung below the heaven of her cunt, the inner lips pierced along their margin by dozens of tiny gold rings, through which she would often thread a silk cord to form a sealed pouch containing items she would place within her large loose vagina. The love eggs that had started this practice had been superseded by inflatable then vibratory toys of increasing size and sophistication. Since the advent of contactless recharging, she had taken up the offer made by an admirer to have a small lozenge shaped implantable device inserted under the skin of her pubic mound.
Akin to a TENS machine this discreet pleasure centre had internal connections to her clitoris and the sphincters of her bladder and anus, the frequency and intensity of the signals it sent could open or close her intimate entrances with or without stimulatory effect and its connections with the deep body of her clitoris could give her a range of sensations that varied from a pleasurable itch to orgasms of such shattering intensity that she had often lost consciousness. Although her capacity to self generate sexual pleasure with a small remote control was unlimited, Angela still found her most pleasurable release in the ultimate intimacy of sharing the gifts our bodies provide and a year ago had embarked on a hormone induced resumption of the lactation she had so enjoyed when feeding her girls. Always able to produce copious amounts of milk, with regular pumping her output was now around two litres a day and gave her the chance to be the dairy queen she had fantasised about for a long time.
