Authors: Jennifer O'Donnell
The next day, Sunday, we went to
the beach after breakfast. The weather was turning, and streaks of clouds were
moving in. By early afternoon it had become cloudy and cool. So we went back to
the house, and he left for home around four in the afternoon.
That night a storm hit. I woke
after midnight hearing the wind and driving rain. The next day was cool and
rainy, the rain lasting all day. I spent the day reading and finished the
novel. I did my usual exercising, and after dinner I went out. The skies were
foggy. I shopped a bit and went to a bookstore. In the “human sexuality” area,
I browsed through titles. Most looked like they were about couples counseling,
and I didn't see what I was after. There were a few “how-to” manuals. Then I
found a book of erotic short stories. Flipping through it revealed a wide
selection of themes: “solo,” “loving wives,” “groups,” “public,” and more. I
bought it.
That night I began to read it. I
curled on the couch, nude, and snuggled in a quilt. The stories fueled my
imagination. I was surprised to see it was 2:00. I went to bed. A whirlwind of
erotic thoughts spun through my head. I lay awake for sometime and finally
drifted off. I don’t remember if I dreamed.
Tuesday dawned gray and windless,
cool and humid. I lay around the house reading my new book again.. One story
gripped my interest. A young couple takes a vacation and the wife goes topless
on the beach. She finds herself increasingly aroused. As their vacation goes on
she becomes more uninhibited and discovers her passion for erotic experiences.
I made myself come as I reread that story. I bet I dreamt I was her that night.
Wednesday was clear and hot. I lay
on the deck tanning for most of the afternoon. Several times I showered in the
redwood shower stall off the deck. That evening, when it cooled, I went out to
the hardware store and got more paint. Again, the store clerk was very helpful.
I think he liked my tan. I wore a white top and saw him noticing my “pokies.” I
smiled privately at the little thrill I gave him.
The second room would be painted a
nice orange – something called 'mango'. I prepped the bedroom for painting.
This time I washed the trim and only lightly wiped the walls. It would dry
quicker.
Thursday was a repeat of Wednesday.
Maybe it was hotter. The mail came and with it was a plain wrapped box. I
brought it to the kitchen and slit the wrapping. Inside was a slender silver
vibe. I felt it - a smooth and slender shaft with a rounded but pointed tip. It
felt hard in my hand and not exactly life-like. The base was a switch cap that
opened for the batteries. There were two bottles of lube – “sex oil.” One was
flavored vanilla, the other cherry. I was a bit surprised to find a third item.
Three “luv beads” were connected by a cord. They looked like oblong eggs and
were a little wider than the vibe. The cord ended with a little ring. I
discarded the package wrapping and brought the box to my bedroom.
That night my husband called, and
we had phone sex. I told him my toys had arrived. He wanted to know all about
them. As we talked, I used the vibe and came twice. Afterwards, I hid the toys
in my dresser. Tucked under the bras and panties that I no longer wore, they
were safe from prying eyes.
The coming weekend was July 4
th
, and we had arranged for two couples
to visit us at the beach house. One couple was a work friend of my husband and
his wife. The other was a girlfriend of mine from work and her husband.
When they arrived, although the
weekend was fun and I liked the company, their presence changed the tone. Sex
was no longer the center of the weekend. We went to the beach. I grilled dinner
on the deck. We watched the fireworks and the usual other holiday events.
When the women and I went to get
some fresh seafood and the guys shopped for things to drink, the girls talked
about my staying alone at the house. They were intrigued and saw that I was
relaxed, rested and tanned. I think they could tell I was enjoying it. I hinted
that the weekends were pretty wild, and the separation during the week
heightened our passion. I sensed a bit of jealousy.
My husband brought a digital
camera, and we took the usual holiday social pictures. When I see them now, the
signs that I was changing were there. I looked happy, alive, and somehow more
sensual.
My husband and I fucked the night
before everybody left, taking some care to be quiet, since the other couples
were in adjacent bedrooms. When I came, I muffled a cry. I whispered something
about being a being a “quiet courtesan.” I promised that when alone, we could
be wild again.
In the morning, I made breakfast.
We were all a bit groggy. It was a lazy morning and we just relaxed. They all
left early to beat the traffic. I was lonesome to see them go and a bit
frustrated that sex with my husband was not as wild as it would have been if we
had been alone.
That night I tried the beads. I
lubed them and slipped one in. It felt thick and filled me. Once in, the next
slipped in easier, then the next. The cord held them in position. The little
ring protruded and nestled between my swollen labia. I pulled them out slowly.
Each stretched me as it popped free. I pressed them back in. I tried squeezing
them and felt them move as I contracted my pelvic muscles. I lay back feeling
them inside. I rolled over and arched my back. I curled on the bed and explored
how they felt as I moved. Walking, I could feel them churn inside. I decided I
liked them... a lot. With the vibe humming happily against my swollen pussy
clit, I came hard. I slipped the beads out and slept soundly. I'd wash them in
the morning.
After the July 4th holiday, the
crowds swelled in town and at the beach. On Wednesday, I was on the deck, nude
and reading the short stories with the beads inserted. I'd sampled the book and
found myself drawn to the “loving wives” and “exhibitionist” stories. Somehow
these interested me most. As I read, I was turned on by the explicit stories.
Rolling on my stomach, to tan my back, I felt the “luv beads” shift in my
vagina. I squeezed my pelvic muscles and felt them resist my squeezes.
The day drifted by. I put the
camera on a table, set the timer, and took a few pics of me on the lounge
chair. That small act was a turn on since I was nude. I wanted to see what I
looked like, and I thought I'd email one to my husband.
I decided to have a margarita and a
second. Around 4:00, I heard a vehicle enter the driveway. The familiar sounds
of a mower being unloaded indicated the landscapers were back. The time was
unusual. They usually came in late morning. I rose from the deck and went
indoors, since sometimes they entered the garden to tend the shrubs. In the
house, I peered from the window and saw that only Tom, the college guy, had
come. I watched him mow the lawn. I was nude and standing at the corner of a
window. It seemed he could not see me. I was tempted to move into his view. He
was deeply tanned and wore only faded khaki shorts and work shoes. He worked
quickly, and the lawns soon looked perfectly manicured. He then raked and
picked up the cut grass and leaves. I went to my bedroom and slipped on a thin
yellow sundress.
I went out the drive and said
hello. We chatted, and he explained that with the crowds, more people wanted
their services. They now worked alone to get more jobs done. He looked hot;
sweat streaked his chest and grass clippings clung to him. I offered him a cold
drink. He accepted, and we went through the gate to the garden.
He stood on the deck, and I got two
iced teas from the kitchen. He surveyed the garden and thought it looked great
– well watered and healthy. The hot weather had parched some gardens, but mine
was fine. We chatted, and I told him of my progress with decorating the house.
I asked if he would help me move some furniture. "Now?" he asked.
"Yeah, if that's okay. I know
you're busy."
"You're my last stop today. We
started at 6:30 this morning."
"Oh, you must be
exhausted."
"No, it's not that. But I'm a
mess with clippings and stuff all over me."
He looked like he had worked hard
all day, and his body and shorts were gritty and stained. I thought he looked
sexy. Maybe he saw that in my gaze.
"There is an outdoor shower
right there." I gestured towards the redwood stall by the garden shed.
"You can rinse off."
"Okay. You don't mind?"
"No problem. Help yourself.
I'll get you a fresh towel."
He finished his tea and went to the
shower. I went to the laundry and got a beach towel. I went out to the stall
and said I was hanging it on the hook just outside the door. Through the cracks
between the boards I caught just a slight glimpse of his tanned body. I could
see the pale skin of where his shorts had shaded him from the summer sun. I
watched, maybe too long, and forced myself to withdraw back to the deck.
He finished, cracked the door, and
got the towel. Soon he appeared wearing his dirty shorts. The shorts were a
mess, but he was freshly scrubbed. He walked back to the deck.
"So, what do you want to
move?"
I led him to the bedroom that I had
prepped but not painted.
"Wow, this is a great
house," he said as he followed me through the living room and into the
wing of spare bedrooms.
"Yeah, my aunt is really into
art and design. They have great taste. Part of my deal sitting here for the
summer is to redecorate the spare bedrooms." He followed me, and I sensed
his eyes were also drifting over me. I’ve go to say, I really liked that
thought. Did I wiggle and jiggle more than necessary? Of course I did.
"I need to get the furniture
away from the walls so I can paint," I said as we came to the second
bedroom. He surveyed the dresser and bed.
"No problem."
"Well, I dragged the furniture
in another room and scratched the floor. It was a bitch to fix the scratches.
The guy at the hardware store gave me these to protect the floors." I
showed him the metal cups with a fabric base that I had bought.
"If you lift a corner of the
bed, I'll slip the coasters under the legs. Then we can just slide them away
from the walls."
He lifted a corner of the queen
bed, and I placed the coaster. We did the other corners. As I crouched on the
floor, I was vividly reminded that the “luv beads” were shifting in my pussy. I
squeezed, holding them tight. I was aware of his tanned legs just inches from
me as I knelt on the floor. I resisted the temptation to sneak a glimpse
upward. What would I see up the leg of his shorts? My pussy churned the beads.
I didn't realize, at first, that my
thin sundress afforded him some intimate views of me. Being nude underneath was
totally natural to me. He must have noticed no bra line and, apparently, no
panty line. As I knelt at a corner of the bed that he lifted, this was probably
confirmed. He could certainly see down the low-cut neck line to my tanned
breasts hanging free. For just a glimpse, I think he could see all the way down
to my thighs. No panty spoiled that view. I caught a glimpse of his face. He
was flushed and seemed starting to get turned on.
We easily slid the bed to the
center of the room. We then did the dresser and the small writing table.
"Perfect," I said.
"Thank you. That really helped a lot."
"No problem. Anytime."
We went back through the house to
the kitchen. I noticed my skin felt flushed. The beads jostled in my pussy. I
squeezed to hold them in. I felt spasms between my legs. I was close to orgasm.
I offered him another bottle of tea which he took for the drive back to his
shop. He left, and I watched him drive off.
I walked back to my bedroom.. I
almost tore off the dress and lay on the bed. I slowly pulled the “luv beads”
from my soaked pussy. I took the vibe from my nightstand. I didn't need lube. I
pressed the vibrating shaft between my swollen lips. I felt a tinge of regret
that I had not done him. It would have been so easy.
After we moved the furniture, I
could have sat on the bed. I could have said, "I was surprised to see you
today. Did you see me watching you from the window? I thought you noticed me
when you were mowing."
"Yeah, I saw you at the side
of the window," he'd reply. His face would flush. A wicked look would
flash in his eyes as he recalled the image of me he had seen - my nude form in
the shadows. He must have noticed the all over tan. Most of all he would have
noticed two gorgeous tits jutting from behind the curtain. He would see my hand
was at the apex of my tanned legs.
Her voice would bring him back to
the moment. "That's why I put on this dress. I had been tanning on the
deck when you arrived." I'd tug at the hem and lean forward. Gravity would
do the rest. The loose neckline would drape away from my breasts. I see myself
leaning forward and caressing my tanned thigh. Would he know I was teasing him...flirting....inviting
him to see my tanned breasts? Was he just an innocent college kid?
In my fantasy, he now stands by the
bed watching me. I smile and slip one shoulder strap off, then the other. I
stand, touching his tanned arm, and, as I reach, the strap falls lower, and
the thin cups fall away exposing my nipples. I lean forward, kiss him and his
arms wrap around me. I feel his strong tanned back. We kiss.
I pull away. He no longer looks
innocent. He is uncertain but a sly grin flashes across his eyes. I sit on the
bed and pull my dress down, exposing both heaving breasts.
"You like my tan?" I
jiggle them by tossing my shoulders. "You like my tits?" I reach to
him and draw him close. I unfasten his shorts and tug at them. He helps, and
they fall to the floor. He is nude under. His dark tanned chest and legs
contrast with the white band around his middle. His cock is standing tall,
almost pressing upward to his abs. He's thick, thicker than my vibe, than my
beads; his balls hang low. I press his hot cock between my tits. I look down
and engulf it, devouring the tip...his shaft, his sack. I taste them in