Everyone in this story is over and above the age of consent.
If you don't like nudity or naturism, please don't read any further.
The day was warm as I languished outside in the back garden, having a well-deserved rest after finishing my days' work. I worked even harder now I was on my own, but one thing I knew for certain, was that I needed a man, a man who would treat me like my husband had done, for all the years we had been married. I missed the closeness, the intimacy, the way held me with his large hands. Ohhh, to feel his open hands caressing my skin, making me shudder at his touch. He made me feel so very safe and so secure and loved. Telling me he would always cover me in blue to protect me.
As my open hands caressed my body, my mind wandered, thinking they were my husband's hands, my nipples beginning to harden, my Lou-lou began to get warm and wet. Thinking I would put my pumps on and pump more milk. Malcolm always loved suckling me when I was full of milk, giving us both a terrific orgasm. Oh, how I miss him still. I got my pumps out placing them on both nipples, setting the suction to medium. Stripping off I leant back on the sofa, I placed my feet on the edge letting my legs fall wide. I could feel the sensations travelling from my tits to my Lou-lou, I have always called my cunt, my lou-lou. I started to rub my now swelling bud. Ahhhh, the feeling shooting through me, 'yes, yesss,' pinching my bud hard making myself cum. Pushing my fingers in my lou-lou, I pulled them out dripping, as I licked my fingers clean. Giving myself a good shake, I got up and went to put the kettle on, once my legs had stopped shaking. I needed a coffee, with a teaspoon of Baileys Irish cream. As I waited for the kettle to boil, I switched on the TV, for background noise, so the house wouldn't sound so empty and silent.
Dinner cooked, I sat naked and ate alone, legs open, if anyone saw me now they would think I was so shameless, but we enjoyed our D/S time together, as I looked at the empty chair. 'Oh my' I thought, it was ten years and it still felt like yesterday, when you, the love of my life, was taken from us.
Now in my sixties, and not having any form of sex for over twenty years, due to my husband's illness; apart from self-masturbating; I needed at times to feel and remember; what it's like to be loved and cared for and to love in return.
As I sat reminiscing still wanking, an advert caught my eye. 'Do you feel alone, do you feel as though something or someone is missing, you may need a relaxing holiday, maybe meet someone, make new friends, we have different activities to suit every taste.' I hurriedly got pen and paper and wrote down the number. I felt as though someone or something was pushing me to ring this number.
I sat on the chair by the phone, dialling the number. As I sat there waiting for someone to answer, I wondered if I was doing the right thing, and was having second thoughts. I was about to replace the receiver when a gentleman answered, 'Good afternoon, my name is Kade, how may I help you?' I explained about seeing the advert and phone number on TV and wanted to know more about the holiday.
'Ok, we have log cabins spread over a wide area. If you feel as though you need company, you get a cabin nearer to where the entertainments are held. If you want peace and tranquility, you will get a cabin nearer to the wooded areas. There are so many different walks you can choose from, or you can take day trips, we have several different tours you can choose from, or you can rest by one of our many pools or wander into the hills where there are many different hidden lakes with lots of privacy if you choose, or simply make friends with other people who are also staying with us. But then, it all depends on your requirements. But I must tell you it is a holiday for naturists.'
I told Kade I hadn't had a holiday for so many years now, yet I felt a need to phone and inquire on what you had to offer. The sound of his voice had me spreading my legs and I was wanking myself again, my breathing getting harsher as I started to pant, my juices flowing the more I masturbated. A couple of minutes later he asked me if I was ok, as my breathing had accelerated. I told him, 'Yes,' I was fine in between gulps, while I was humping my Lou-lou with the palm of my hand, which by this time was dripping wet. 'Yesssss,' after talking to Kade for a while, I booked a two month's holiday there and then, not too far from where the entertainments were held, yet not too close either. Before we ended the call. Kade asked if he could ask me a personal question, I told him, of course, he could, so he came straight out asking me if I had just had an orgasm, then quickly added that he couldn't wait to meet me, and he would make sure he was on duty for my arrival, and personally check me in and show me to my cabin, and he was sure I would have a wonderful holiday with them. I then leant back legs spread wide open making myself cum again.
When I stripped off for bed that night, a cold open hand covered my back; this made me look at Malcolm's picture and I noticed he was smiling at me, as if saying 'yes go for it you deserve it my love.' I must admit I slept very well that night.
Two weeks later, I was waiting to board the plane that would take me to my holiday destination. Feeling the butterflies start in my tummy, I was being called to board the plane. A nice young lady came towards me, Mrs Taylor,' she asked. I looked at her, wondering how she knew my name with all the people who were boarding the plane. 'You're thinking, how do I know your name aren't you,' she said smiling at me.
'Well, yes I am, to be honest.'
'See your name has a star by the side of it, which means whoever is on duty has to show you to your seat and make sure you're comfortable for your journey.'
'Oh right, I wonder who that did, because I certainly didn't.'
'The hotel where you are traveling to, did it. I assume they want to make sure you enjoy your holiday right from the very start.' She took me to my seat and made sure I was comfortable, then introduced me to the flight attendant who would be serving me during my flight, saying 'I hope your holiday will be one to remember,' she smiled at me then left. The flight seemed to go by quickly and soon we were being asked to put our seat belts on as we would be landing shortly.
