I checked the weather forecast as I was cooking breakfast for my husband and saw it was going to be a pleasant autumn day, just right for a spot of gardening.
My husband normally works from home but today he was making a trip to the other end of the country and would be away overnight.
After I had seen him off I decided to make a sandwich for lunch and put a meal in the slow cooker for my evening meal before changing into my gardening clothes and heading out to the shed to collect my tools.
I worked steadily, picking some ripened fruit & clearing up the windfalls to cook later for the freezer. The ripe fruit went on our gateway stall which brought in a bit of additional income. By the time I had finished this it was lunchtime so I went inside for my sandwich and a cup of tea.
It was after lunch that strange things began to happen. I had the feeling that somebody was watching me. I looked all around the garden but there was nobody there. Our cottage is just outside a remote village and couldn't be seen from the road. The only place it could be overlooked was from a nearby hillside but there wasn't anybody up there.
It was a disturbing experience but I just shrugged it off and carried on working. Late in the afternoon a gentle breeze began to blow and it carried with it a slight musky smell. I'd never smelled anything like it before and I wondered where it had come from. It wasn't an unpleasant smell and was gradually getting stronger. As it got stronger, it began to have an effect on me. I became aroused, very aroused. I couldn't believe what was happening to me. My love life with my husband is fine. It's not the wild raging passion it once was but that's down to age. This was more like the arousal of my early marriage days, heady and wild. My nipples were rock hard and my pussy was very wet.
"What is happening to me?" I thought. I had no control over my body. I was just on the point of orgasm when something brushed past me. I jumped and looked around but there was nothing there. The musky smell decreased in intensity and with it my arousal. To my surprise I was disappointed and felt cheated of my pleasure.
Panicked, I left my tools, dashed for the cottage and locked the door. There was a slight smell of musk indoors and I searched all the rooms, checked that all the doors and windows were closed and locked, but found nothing out of order. I was still spooked but satisfied that I was safe I began to settle down.
It was too early for my evening meal so I decided to take a bath. I poured a glass of wine and ran a hot bubble bath. Soaking in the bath, I let my mind wander back to the events outside, trying to make sense of it. What was that smell? It was unlike anything I'd ever known. I know all the scents of the countryside and this wasn't one of them. Why did it have such an effect on me? I couldn't work out a reason but just thinking about it got me heated up again.
I began to toy with my fleshy breasts and my nipples responded and hardened. I could sense my pussy getting wetter and I slipped my hand between my legs and began to gently run my fingers
over my clit. I desperately wanted something inside me and wished my husband was with me. I slipped a finger inside my pussy, but one wasn't enough. Two fingers did the trick and as I used them to massage my G spot, my thumb gave my clit the attention it was demanding. I could feel my orgasm building and I finger fucked myself harder and harder until I came with a gush of extra wetness from my pussy.
Wow! That was good. I haven't masturbated since I got married but obviously hadn't forgotten how to. I relaxed in the bath until the water cooled before drying off and wandering into the bedroom to dress. I wasn't going anywhere and wasn't expecting visitors so I decided to just put my nightie and dressing gown on.
In the kitchen I served up my meal, topped up my wine glass and took them into the lounge to eat in front of the TV. The news was on but I wasn't taking much notice as I was puzzled by the return of the musky smell and the effect it was having on me.
Unsettled I went to the kitchen and put my plate & cutlery in the dishwasher before once again checking all the doors and windows. They were all secure. I contemplated ringing my husband but in reality there was nothing he could do from the other end of the country. The police? What could they do? There was nothing to see, no sign of a break in, just a woman who has been drinking. I doubt that I would have been believed.
The musky smell was now getting me very horny and I was tempted to ring the police in the hopes that the village bobby would come and sort me out, but thought better of it.
Deciding to do nothing I went to top up my wine glass again and stopped in horror. There was another wine glass with the remains of wine in it and there was less in the bottle. What? How had that happened? There was only me here and everywhere was locked up.
Panicking I went round the cottage again, checking all the rooms and all the doors and windows but all was secure.
I was really worried now but there was little that I could do so I filled up my glass and went into the lounge to watch TV in the hopes it would take my mind off things.
I put another log in the log burner, flopped down on the sofa and surfed the channels to find something to watch. The musky smell was growing stronger and it was really intense and I had the feeling that there was somebody close to me. Of course there wasn't, nobody to see and I thought I was getting paranoid.
Suddenly I saw something, something really strange. I blinked and shook my head and when I looked again there was nothing there. I saw it for only a fraction of a second but the image is seared into my mind.
