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.

Despite being in a quiet spot, there were still boaters about and I didn't think I could masturbate freely. I finished off the bottle and threw it into the bottom of the boat where my jacket and skirt were. That's it! With a lot of wobbling, I managed to sit down in the bottom of the boat. I shuffled around and found that I could lie on my back in the bottom of the boat with my head at the pointy end. With my knees in the air and my calves resting on the seat plank above, my pussy was wide open to the heat of the sun. Anyone looking from more than about twenty yards away would only see my feet and shins in stockings. So there I was, rubbing my pussy in a drunken, sunbathed place at the bottom of a boat.

When I've had a drink, I often get myself into a frenzy and can masturbate for hours. It didn't take me long to cum hard, feeling so very naughty in a potentially public place. After a bottle of wine, I needed to pee but what could I do? I was far too wobbly to lean over the side, and someone might see me too. There was only one thing for it, to pee in the boat. Phew! What a relief as I squirted my little fountain into the air and added to the water in the bottom of the boat.

All this had not taken away my horniness; in fact, it had added to it. I needed something to fill me up. That's when my eyes fell on the empty bottle. In seconds, I had the neck of the bottle inside my soaking wet pussy, lying in the bottom of the boat pumping it in and out with one hand and rubbing my stiff clit with the other. I came even harder than the first time, my pussy muscles clamping around the hard bottle.

When I calmed down, I pulled out the bottle and gave a little queef in gratitude. With the wine and the gentle bobbing of the boat, I must have fallen asleep after that. I woke up, lying in the same position with the sun blocked by a large sail as it passed by. I raised my head to look over the side only to see a white-bearded old boy at the tiller of his yacht.

He shouted, "Gert cun' ya gat thar!" This roughly translates as "What a delightful vulva you have," in English. He sailed on past into the distance.

I was horrified and still a bit groggy. How long had he seen me for? How many others had done the same? At the same time, it also made me feel so very horny. It must have been a least a couple of hours with me asleep and my pussy wide open for all to see! That did it; I needed that bottle again. It was up inside me in a flash, filling me and stretching my pussy to another thumping orgasm.

After that, I put my blouse and suit back on. I couldn't find my panties until I spotted them in the water at the bottom of the boat and decided to leave them there. I started rowing back, feeling very naughty as with each stroke my pussy was in full view of anyone who could see up my skirt. I eventually got back to my cottage and relived the day's events to several more orgasms.