Louise lay naked on her bed as the last waves of a powerful orgasm that had surged through her body subsided. Breathing deeply she reflected that being an occasional ‘golf widow’ did have some advantages. It afforded her plenty of ‘me’ time at the weekend when she was both relaxed and usually horny.
Through a lot of trial and error, Louise had got her Rabbit vibrator programmed just the way she wanted it. The toy had just delivered her last two orgasms. She was glad that she had invested in a top-of-the-range model; it hadn’t disappointed her.
This morning after pleasuring her husband before he left to play golf, Louise had got up full of good intentions and with a well-thought-through to-do list. However, while she sipped her morning coffee, she logged on to Lush Stories and read several messages from her friends. Wow, they were a naughty bunch of people. Some wanted to tell her about their latest experiences. Others preferred to share their fantasies with her. The filthiest of all described what they would like to do with her if they ever got the chance.
By the time she had read the last of them, Louise’s plans for her morning had gone out of the window. She was going back to bed with her Rabbit.
By mid-morning, Louise was showered and ready for the day. She had arranged to meet her husband in town for a long overdue lunch and booked a table at a local trattoria they both liked.
Louise arrived first, and a very polite and attentive waitress showed her to the table she had booked. Louise guessed she must be in her late twenties. A badge on her blouse said that she was called Irena, and another badge was the Ukrainian flag. Irena offered to take Louise’s jacket, and the attentive waitress helped her take it off.
Minutes later, Irena was back inquiring whether Louise would like a drink while she waited.
Louise had walked into town, and her husband was going to drop his car off at home first so that they could both enjoy lunch together.
Louise chose a dry New Zealand sauvignon from the impressive list on the drinks menu.
Irena complimented Louise on her choice and said that it was also one of her favourites. Louise was conscious that Irena had touched her wrist for just a micro-second too long while taking her order.
Louise was still tingling from the morning’s self-pleasuring, and the waitress's soft touch had sent a shiver through her body. Surely, Louise thought, it couldn’t be so obvious to others. As Irena brought her the glass of wine, both women looked at one another as if there was no one else in the restaurant.
Just as Louise was getting used to the attention and wondering what on earth this young, attractive Ukrainian saw in a woman 25 years older than her, Louise’s husband arrived and took a seat at the table.
They had a lovely lunch, three courses of home-cooked Italian food. The service was impeccable and they felt as though they were treated as honoured guests. Louise’s husband noticed the attention his wife was getting and remarked on it.