Sabrina Jenkins sat alone in her bedroom on a warm Friday evening, near the end of May. Her husband, Larry, was gone on yet another long sales trip. It seemed that he had been taking more and more of them in the previous year. He was one year older than her, but despite the emotional distance that had developed between them, she still loved him dearly. She thought of him as a very handsome man, and when he wanted to be, he could be a fantastic lover. He made good money, and provided almost anything she or the kids needed financially. But she longed for more than what money could buy.
She had left her job as a math teacher to spend more time with her family, almost ten years ago. But now with her kids nearly grown, her parents gone, and Larry seldom home, she was spending far too much time alone. The previous month had marked their twenty year anniversary. But even that night, Larry had been away. As with most nights, Sabrina thought about her life.
Their home was a nice three bedroom, two story house. It had a large, modernly equipped kitchen, exercise room, and a spacious living room area. In the backyard was a full sized in ground pool, and a patio deck with a wooden hot tub that was big enough for six people. Attached to the house, also on the deck, was a four person sauna. The yard was mostly private thanks to a five foot high wooden fence. Since they lived in southern California, the climate was pleasant enough to allow the use of the tub practically year around.
Nicole's and Sam's bedrooms faced each others, and were just down the hallway from their parent's. She had brought two children into the world, Sam and his twin sister Nicole, both four months past age eighteen. They were athletic, and kept their bodies in prime condition. They just graduated from high school the prior week. During school, both ran on the track team, and Sam had also played basketball. Nicole spent three years on the swim team, and enjoyed being a cheerleader throughout junior and senior high school. Like their mother,she had natural red hair. Sam seemed rather shy when it came to girls, and had only dated a few times. Sabrina had a feeling that her son had never gotten too far with any of them.
Nicole's looks were visually stunning to most any male. Even with her popularity, Nicole felt that many of the girls in school had seemed conceited, and the boys were more interested in her body. Kristine was by far her best friend, and had been for over five years, but she would be leaving for college in the fall. Nicole's main concern was that she was still a virgin. And thus far, she had not experienced any intimate contact outside of kissing. She was not ready to pursue further schooling just yet. On Monday, she would begin her third summer of working in the swimwear and tanning area of a big ocean front shop. The business also sold surfing equipment, as well as most anything needed for the popular area water activities. The building next door housed a exercise room, and also an indoor pool for those who did not prefer the sun and sand of the beach. It was there that her brother Sam worked as a lifeguard for the summer. He had plans to go to college in the fall to study film making. Nicole loved her job, and had become very talented at helping the customers pick out the right styles of swimsuits for their figures. Almost daily, she would help with fitting a suit, it was not uncommon to see some of the females partially undressed. This aroused her sexual curiosity even more. She also knew many of the women tanned fully nude, and often wished that she could assist them, just to get a peek at their bodies. What she liked the best, was the opportunity to wear a bikini to work almost all the time.
That night, Sabrina removed her blouse and laid it on a chair, then sat down on the bed, kicked off her shoes, and slipped out of her snug jeans. She was left dressed in only a plain white bra and high-cut blue panties. She gazed at her reflection in the closet door full-length mirror. She reached behind and unhooked her bra, and carefully examined her breasts. They were full, with soft nipples that called out to be touched. They did not sag at all, but stood firm and proud. She cradled one in each hand, enjoying the feeling, but wishing they were her husband's hands, and not her own. Next, she peeled off the blue panties, and examined her nude figure critically. The few remaining stretch marks on her abdomen were so faint that they were scarcely noticeable. Her pubic hair matched the red hair on her head, and formed a lush triangle below her waist. Her legs were well toned, the result of daily exercising, and occasional lengthy walks. She considered herself attractive for a woman of thirty-nine.
She seemed to always wonder why, if she looked this good yet, that she was home alone. It was something she could not figure out. Larry was gone on the average of two weeks each month. Whenever she commented about it, he insisted that the trips were absolutely necessary for his job. But even when he was home, their relationship felt the strain. The love-making, which for years had been passionate and frequent, was now completely different. Even when they did have sex, it seemed that he was only doing it out of husbandry responsibilities, and not because he desired her. She had freely given him every sensual pleasure she could think of. They had experimented with various positions and even anal sex at times. One thing she adored was oral sex. Even though she enjoyed receiving, giving him pleasure that way turned her on immensely.
Larry had suggested a few years back that they trade in their full-sized bed for a larger king size. Sabrina remembered thinking that it would give them more room to make their sexual life better. And at first, it had. But that phase passed much too quickly, and the bigger bed become a place that Larry used to pull away from her. Even when he did have sex with her, Sabrina felt almost invisible after their brief bouts. Most nights, the large mattress was only a place for her to lie alone, often crying until she managed to get much sleep.
Sabrina slipped into a silky negligee, shuddering as the soft material slid over her soft curves. She touched her nipples through the fabric, and felt tingles of sheer delight. She desperately needed to be made love to. She reclined on the bed, pulled the covers over her, and turned out the light. Lying in the dark, she felt the sexual need gnawing at her. Even though she had been with several lovers before her husband, none had showed the interest that he used to, in giving satisfaction. Those thoughts only increased the need for relief. She continued to caress her breasts, and felt her body respond even more
"Has it come to this?" she thought. "Am I meant to be alone, pleasuring myself?" She couldn't stop because it felt so good, and needed the release badly, even if had be self provided. She lifted the hem of her nightgown above her waist, moving her hands to the forest of soft curls. Barely audible groans escaped her lips as her fingers touched her clit, causing her hips to thrust upward in response. As one hand stroked the pleasure bud, the other traveled up to her breasts, pulling on the erect nipples.
"Oh yes...this feels...so...good. Oh yes!" she moaned,trying to keep quiet. Nicole was on a date at the time, but Sabrina did not want to advertise her actions to her son. She felt certain that her kids knew she masturbated, but still preferred to keep it private. Her fingers quickly took her to the brink of orgasm. Then it happened, the sweet release swept over her, filling her with much needed relief. She somehow managed to keep her moans soft, and hoped she had not been heard. Even though pleasuring herself had been nice, it just wasn't what she needed. The way things were currently going in her life, she was considering other men.
Even the the recent orgasm, it was not enough. Sabrina reached under the mattress, and retrieved a recently purchased, and yet unused, sex toy. That was something she had not used since her teenage years. But at that moment, it certainly seemed tempting. She recalled driving to the adult shop, and hesitantly entering the building. Several men of various ages were standing around looking at the video racks. She could feel their eyes looking at her as she looked at the various vibrators. One middle aged man had even approached her, and with a pleasant voice, asked her to join him in the arcade booth. When she asked him why, he simply requested a blowjob. She turned him down politely, and he walked away, Sabrina had thought about calling him back and doing what he asked for. But instead, she picked out a vibrator, and headed to the purchase counter.
