I was called upon to travel to Norfolk for work. For those who don't know, Norfolk is the eastern bit of England that juts out into the North Sea. It's very flat with windmills, a bit like The Netherlands just across the sea.
I decided I needed three days to do the job so, rather than book a hotel, I found a cottage for rent. The cottage was in a little village near the Norfolk Broads. The Norfolk Broads are lakes formed from centuries of digging peat leaving big holes that are filled with water and are now sites of special scientific interest and a holiday retreat for boaters.
By working long hours, I managed to get the job finished in two days, leaving me a day to myself. Now, the cottage came with the use of a small boat, which I thought I'd take advantage of as the weather was so good. So on my third day, I went to the local shop and stocked up on sandwiches, snacks and a bottle of red wine (screw top) for good measure.
Because I never thought I would get time to myself, I only had my light grey business suit consisting of jacket and above-the-knee tight skirt. All I brought with me were clean blouses and underwear. I also only had a pair of high heels. Early in the morning I strolled down to the lake, where there was a small jetty and the boat tied to it. It was a rowing boat about twelve feet long with a plank across the middle to sit on when rowing. There were planks across the bottom of the boat to make it flat bottomed and I could hear a small amount of water sloshing underneath, like most boats. I climbed aboard, wobbling in my high heels, and sat down. I untied the boat and started to row into the lake to explore.
The warmth of the sun started to take its toll. I had been rowing for about half an hour and could feel the sweat running down my back so I took off my jacket and laid flat it in the bottom of the boat. A bit further and I found myself in a much bigger lake. I rowed out to the middle and reached up under my blouse and unclipped my bra and pulled it out of a sleeve. What a relief! I carried on rowing and noticed how with the rowing motion, my nipples were being rubbed with the rhythm. I could clearly see my nipples standing erect beneath my blouse. I rowed on, making the most of the feeling. I was hot and sweaty and getting more aroused with each stroke. Time for lunch.
I rowed over to near a reed bed where the water would be too shallow for the bigger cruisers, so it would be a quiet spot. I heaved the anchor (a big rock on a rope) over the side and set to work opening my sandwich and snacks and the bottle of wine. Sitting there drinking the wine, I realised how wet I had become and my nipples were poking out hard against my blouse. I was now feeling very naughty. Being in a quiet spot, I thought, what the hell, and decided to wriggle out of my panties. That's when I realised that I must have been dripping for ages.
Now the wine was taking effect and I slipped a hand up my skirt and gave my slit a good rub. It was a bit of a struggle getting my hand up my tight skirt and then I thought, Why not just take it off? There's nobody about. I wriggled out of my skirt and placed it in the bottom of the boat. Now I was just wearing a blouse and stockings. Another swig of wine and off came the blouse, allowing me to freely pinch and rub my nipples.