I had to leave. I had to leave my old life, my home, my toxic environment. No one forced me to do it but my wanderlust. I needed a chance to be reborn, for my mental health; I could not handle this grey everyday life anymore.
So I found a nice family in Iceland to work for. I packed up my stuff, jumped on a plane, and hoped for the best. I left the town I lived in my whole life, and I left behind my sex toys, the only things that had given me pleasure in the history of my so-called sex life.
I ended up in South Iceland, on an isolated farm near Skógafoss with a nice couple and their four years old daughter, who was my responsibility from that point on, well, at least the first half of the days.
And there was Noah. A Swiss boy with gorgeous blue eyes and a wicked sense of humor. I call him a boy just because of that sassy smile of his. He was a man in his late-twenties, a couple of years older than me but with childlike curiosity in his glance.
In the first couple of weeks, I'd barely seen him. I worked in the mornings; he took care of the animals mostly in the afternoons. We crossed paths once or twice when I was heading out to explore the neighborhood; in these special moments, we just stared at each other. The soil stain on his face made his oceanlike eyes radiate even more, which rushed my blood to my face and to some more private parts of mine. He seemed to find it amusing, the blushing I mean. The rest was, fortunately, less visible.
Things started escalating on one of my days off when the family went out for a trip, leaving the two of us alone on the farm. I had the freedom to do anything, to go anywhere, but I chose to stay in for a little me-time. I prepared a hot bath for myself, poured a decent amount of lavender bath salt into it, and made it as foamy as possible. I usually don't like using an excessive load of fragrance like this but in Iceland warm water can smell like sulfur, and even though I did not expect company for that afternoon, I still didn't want to smell like rotten eggs.
I started unbuttoning my pajama top, pulled down my pants then took a scrunchy but before I tied up my hair in a messy bun, I stopped in front of the mirror to play a little game called: How would I pose on an erotic photo shoot if I had the courage to do one. I grabbed my tits and squeezed them together; I opened my fingers to let my nipples peek through. I'd say my hands are too small to cover my tits, but it's actually my assets that had outgrown them. I would have been absolutely happy with C cups but they did not stop there; now they are double Ds. In every top, girls with smaller boobs look cute; I look like a porn actress. I squeezed them harder and at the same time started moving one of my fingers on both hands up and down, teasing my nipples with them. They become hard and perky, kinda irresistible even for me so I pushed my tits up and started licking them.
I let my right hand down and slowly ran my fingers across my belly, down to my mound of Venus to reach my v-lips. I usually shave them, which gave me a day of silkiness maximum and then it becomes unpleasant to touch, but last week I finally powered through the pain and used an epilator so my pussy is still soft and smooth. I can't stop touching it.
I tried teasing my clit, pushing my lips around it, barely touching it at all. But self-control is not one of my strengths so I backed away from the mirror, got in the bathtub and started rubbing my clit like there was no tomorrow. My right hand pampered my pussy while my left was grabbing my tit as it was its priceless possession.
I imagined Noah walking up the stairs, knocking on the bathroom's door, letting himself in, catching me in the act. I pictured how his yearning would show through his pants. He would start to strip: First he would unbutton his shirt, showing off his farmwork-made abs and arms, then by the time he would reach the bathtub he would be completely naked. I would turn and lift myself up a bit just to reach his hard cock with my lips. I would lick them but before I could actually put it in my mouth to make him happy, he would lose his patience and drag me out of the tub gently but without hesitation; he would put me on the small cupboard, open my legs wide and start fucking me while biting my neck.
Ah, I wished I had my dildo with me. I wanted to feel something inside me to make my daydreaming more realistic. I was overwhelmingly horny and a bit dizzy from the intense lavender sent so I jumped out of the water, put a bathrobe on and went to my room. I opened my window for some fresh air, looked at the beautiful Icelandic scenery and my eyes wondered to something more desirable. My Swiss boy was standing right below the window.
He looked up and smiled at me; the tingles that started in the bathroom and I was about to handle in my bed reached a whole new level. They've taken over my right mind and got control over my hands. I wrapped my fingers around the ends of the bathrobe and opened it up showing my tits with my perky nipples to Noah. He raised his eyebrows, his smile transformed into a surprised laugh; I jumped back from the window, covered myself up and sat on my bed with my face in flames. My heart was beating in my ears so I did not hear Noah's steps on the wooden floor, his knock on the door forced a little scream out me. He opened my door and stopped in the door frame with a question in his eye. He was clean and ready to go out.
