At last I was here, far away from my office and my mundane life. A chance to be Me if only for a few short days.
I felt bad, lying to both family and colleagues, but I needed a break, boy did I need a break. My feeling was that it was better to take some time out, just for me, rather than carry on as I was and end up breaking out for good.
So, here I was, booked into a lovely cottage, unseen by the few that ventured along the Sky Road. This was in my birthplace: of Clifden, in the lovely Connemara countryside, on the West Coast of Ireland.
I threw my bag on the bed and unclipped my hair, letting it fall about my shoulders. I shook my head as though to release all my burdens from my mind. I had freed myself from my partner for a whole week on the pretext of going to a conference. At the same time I had explained my forthcoming absence to my colleagues by inventing a private trip with my partner. This was going to be Heaven! I pondered on the fact that the my colleagues seemed more concerned about my absence than my partner, but I was not about to let that worry me now – this was MY time and I was going to damn well enjoy it.
I headed for the shower, turning on the jets and then neatly folding my jacket, skirt and blouse, kicking my shoes into the corner, and sliding each stocking down my leg to lay in a silky heap on the floor, they were soon joined by underwear as, at last I could indulge. Quickly grabbing my shower foam and shampoo I finally stood under the fast flowing water – delicious. I allowed myself to just relax under it for a while, enjoying the feel of the water as it ran over my face, down over my breasts, making my nipples tingle and tighten, and onwards down my body.
Reaching for the scented foam, I squirted it into my hand and started to move my hand in lazy circles across my body, enjoying the feel of the almost silken touch of the bubbles as my hands skimmed over my body and down between my thighs to stroke the smooth skin of my pussy lips. I smiled to myself as I realised it was the most attention my body ever seemed to receive lately, and it was all down to me and my soapy hands. What a waste! Ah well, ensuring that every nook and cranny was squeaky clean was a pleasure that, for now, was all mine.
After I had washed and conditioned my hair, I allowed myself to indulge in a little more pleasure, removing the shower head from it’s rack on the wall, I leaned back against the wall and slowly moved the shower head from the top of my head, over my face, then played the water across each breast and enjoyed the instant response from my nipples and, the shivers that reached my groin. On down over my belly and finally to my pussy, sliding my legs apart I directed the jets across the outer folds and then sliding my fingers down I parted them to expose the pink clitoris hidden inside. I love that feeling, and although I knew that the effect of the water would make me sticky with desire, I could not resist.
It did not take long before the combination of my knowing fingers and the tingling from the jets had me moaning in pleasure as my orgasm hit, hard and fast. Now that is one way to relax I thought with pleasure.
I leaned out of the shower and pulled the fluffy white towel from the rack and wrapped my still sensitive body in it as I headed back to the bedroom to dress.
It was a lovely day outside so I threw open the window, unwound the towel from my body and stood allowing the breeze to dry my body. , Whilst I shook out my hair, pulling it back into shape with my fingers,. I could see across the gardens, down into the bay, and on the beach; There, a lone person, a girl, walking walked slowly along the beach, long dark hair being gently tossed around her face, seemingly lost in thought. I wondered who she was and whether I might meet her some time on during the course of my visit. I shook my head and laughed out loud, the possibility of me not coming across her was actually pretty remote:, in a place like Clifden, you see everybody, all the time, surely that is why so many young people left.
After watching her for a while, I decided that I could not spend my holiday watching the rest of the world living theirs; I needed to get myself moving and make myself at home. With that in mind I unpacked my bag, carelessly tossing silk and lace underwear into the top drawer, hanging the rest of my clothes in the wardrobe, with shoes at the bottom. The last item,: my silk bag with my toy, now that needed to be more accessible as I intended to become reacquainted with it very soon, so it went on the bedside table
Going back to the wardrobe I took out a pale cream silk shirt and black jeans,jeans then crossed to the drawer to find the cream lace half cup bra and thong that I loved to wear beneath them. I slipped into the thong, and captured my breasts into the half cup of the bra, before wriggling into the snug fitting jeans and topping it all with the blouse. This blouse was, one of my favourites, I loved the way it concealed and yet hinted at what was beneath. I felt fresh and ready for my break.
I started wandering from room to room to get the feel of my new home for the next seven days. However, it was not long before the flash on my BlackBerry was signalling a message for me. I knew I should ignore it, but the fact that I had taken off at short notice made me feel obliged to assist where I could so., sighing, I reached over to check it out.
I should have guessed, it was from Tony, the one person I would have preferred not to have been in touch with. , I had been thinking way too much about him for my own good, in fact if I were honest, he was part of the reason I was coming away; , I needed to distance myself from the increasingly warm looks, the subliminal messaging that seemed to emanate between us… it really was not good.
“Arrived safely? Wish I were there too”
Hmm, now that would complicate things for me, but I could not help but smile as I responded.
“If you can find me, you can join me ;)”
As I pressed the send button, I could not help but smile, enjoying the shiver of excitement at the thought of just what I would like to be doing with Tony that moment.
We had only been working together for about a month, but from the minute he walked in the door I could feel my body respond to him and since then my mind had been caught up with him too, there really was an instant attraction, and it seemed clear to be on both sides. What a shame I had vowed never to mix work with pleasure.... besides I was married!
Of course we had become friendly, and the odd exchange of messages during the day were becoming something that I was increasingly looking forward to. Just thinking of him was making me feel totally horny, so I slipped out of my jeans, and ran my fingers down over my thong. I almost groaned with pleasure as I felt the roughness of the lace against my already swollen clit. It was no good I was going to have to finish this and fast.
Wasting no further time I moved into the bedroom, feeling in my bag, I found what I was looking for, a silk bag that contained my precious toy, my rabbit. As I leaned with my back to the old fashioned iron worked headboard, I could see my body reflected back from the tall Victorian mirror near the wardrobes at the foot of my bed. Interesting!, perhaps I could make use of that opportunity later, but for now, I just wanted relief.
Pushing the button that brought my playmate to life, I eased it over my silky blouse, getting an immediate response, my nipples tightened involuntarily, becoming so hard it was an exquisite mix of pain and pleasure. , I slid down my thong, anxious to free my pussy from its close embrace. The thought of what I knew was surely coming sent shivers through my belly and tingles down my legs, all the way to my toes. I could not wait. My thighs parted, almost involuntarily, my fingers stroked over the smooth skin of my pussy, light touches, fast touches, my eyes closed, wishing they belonged to someone else, I ached for a hot and throbbing cock inside me, but for now my toy would have to do.
Wasting no time, I parted my outer lips; I could see just how wet and inviting it was, just waiting to be fucked. Running the vibrating, pulsing head over my clitoris made me feel like I was in heaven, and I knew that when the toy was inside I would feel like I was being fucked and stroked at the same time, something I loved, the very thought of it aroused me even more, I was so damned horny I was almost cumming! II could wait no longer, and with one fluid movement I pushed it inside my tight hole, loving the feeling of being stretched and the simultaneous vibrations against both my clit and the depths of my vagina was pure heaven!
The designer should have been awarded the Nobel Prize for Services to Women!
My legs widened to accommodate this tireless cock, I was pumping slowly and deeply, I needed to stroke my aching breasts, so heavy with lust and tension was my body. With shaking fingers I started to undo each button on my blouse, eyes half closed, pretending that it was a lover, eager to see those deep pink nipples standing proudly out, eager for mouth to suck and nibble, fingers to stroke.
At that moment I thought I saw movement by the window. Was somebody there? I had not thought to close the curtains, after all, the cottage was quite remote.
To hell with it, I so badly needed to be fucked, if only I could clear Tony out of my mind for a while,, I am sure the break would be just what I needed.
I stopped... there it was again:, that movement in the corner of my eye. What was it? Who was it? I could see a flash of long dark hair, low cut tee shirt with, what looked like, a pretty hot body underneath it, and clearly not male, interesting, but how terrible, everything I had been brought up to believe was that nice girls did not think about sex, let alone behave like this. Mind you, nice girls did not watch other girls through the window, and, after all, this was my week to escape;, my week to be me. Taking a deep breath and praying in a way that was probably not one that Sister Mary Patrick would have condoned, I rolled over on to my hands and knees and turning so that my ass was facing the window. , I continued to pleasure myself, pretty certain that it would not be long until I caught sight of my spy. One eye on the mirror, I continued to slide the toy across my lips and then to bury it deep inside me, it felt so damn good.
Sure enough she was there again, bolder this time, watching me, and it was not shock on her face, but pure pleasure. Suddenly, she glanced up, realising that I was watching, smiling at her in encouragement. I beckoned, indicating that she should come round to the front of the house. Then she was gone. Damn, I had frightened her away. Whoa!!! What was I thinking of? I had never even kissed a woman, what on earth was I doing inviting one into my house, my bed??
I sat back on the bed, feeling despondent. It suddenly felt like it was going to be a long week. I may as well just work. Leaning over I picked up my jeans and fished my BlackBerry out of the pocket. Just two emails, I may as well open them. Hmm, Amy, my admin assistant, had some papers she needed to send over urgently, could I send the address I was at.. yep, no problem, done it. The second was request to attend a meeting next week, simple, forward it to Amy with a note to accept. Done.
As I looked up from the screen, I could see the door opening slowly, and there she was, the girl from the window. She paused, and seemed about to turn and leave. I was a bundle of confused thoughts and feelings; I had never been attracted to a woman, but not want her to leave. Almost as though she sensed this, she stopped, and turned back towards me, and after a moments hesitation she put her hand up to my face, and within seconds we were pressed against one another, her lips touched mine, and her tongue flicked out across my lips, which parted almost involuntarily and our, tongues entwined, she tasted so sweet, her lips so soft and the feel of her fabulous tits against my body was just divine. My hands reached out of their own accord and tangled in her hair as we sought to explore every inch of each others face, and all the while she was backing me towards the bed
As she pushed me backwards I made a decision, almost against my will and reached for her shirt, pulling it over her head in one movement. She pushed my blouse off my shoulders and unclipped my front clasped bra. As my eyes sought her delicious tits so she ran her red tipped nails across my nipples, sending shivers of delight through me once again. She seemed so sure of herself, this was going to be fun.
Are you scared?" She whispered into my ear, her body just barely pressing against mine. I felt my nipples harden, and this time I didn't bother to reassure myself I wasn't aroused.
"Yes," I whispered back, bowing my head involuntarily as a wave of shame washed over me. Why was I letting her do this to me? Did I want this? No, I'm not into this sort of thing.
I swallowed hard as she moved her lips in closer to mine. I watched her close in and I did nothing to stop it. I wasn't even thinking anything or screaming at myself to stop. Everything hushed around me and I felt her lips press against mine, soft and smooth. I closed my eyes and allowed her to continue. Slowly she pulled away, grinning again as she finally pressed her body against mine. I felt the heat of her against me and I couldn't help but let a sigh escape.
"What do you think?" She asked with an arch of her eyebrow, her cherry lips so close to mine I could swear she was leaning in for another kiss, but she didn't. She just waited for my response. My eyes closed, and before I even got a word out, I felt her hand snake down over my hip, tracing my curves with her fingertips.
"No, no, no, no," I said, sucking in a breath as I spoke, shaking my head, bracing my hands behind me on the metal frame of the bed for support when she kissed me.
"No?" She asked, looking at my lips as she spoke. Her hand running up my thighs as she stroked and aroused every nerve ending as she went, the soft skin of my leg felt as though it was alive with electricity and as her hand swept round to my inner thigh I could feel myself trembling with desire, when her fingers brushed over my pussy I felt the shivers of orgasm start to rise through my body. Omigod, how is this happening to me? This felt so good and yet so wrong!
I shook my head again, my whole body trembling. "No, I can't."
She pushed her leg in between mine as she slid her hand over my naked hip. She smiled as I dropped my head, my eyes suddenly transfixed on her movements, wanting her to stop, never wanting her to stop. What on earth was I doing? Why was I letting her touch me? What had come over me? All of these questions left unanswered as I felt her finger slowly caress me. My legs shook and I parted my thighs slightly upon instinct. She chuckled as she saw this. I knew I was lost. I needed this touch so much and realised that her fingers would know every place on a woman’s body that loved to be touched, she would understand just what was the right amount of pressure, when to stop, when to move on. I sensed that there would be no clumsiness from her, she would know my body as she knew her own.
"You’re enjoying this, aren't you?"
I didn't know what to say.