Karoline's Reawakening - Sex Stories

Karoline's Reawakening

She was relieved to have earned a day off her work, the flexi hours suiting her, but she could never quell the instinct to stay late and get her assigned tasks completed. And so, the hours mounted and her employer insisted that she was due a day’s rest. More often than not it meant the time would be used for catching up with the housework and it would take up some of the hours of supposed rest.

Tomas, her husband, was away at work and would be late coming back to their neatly tended Hamburg home while her son, Richard, was studying hard at university and preparing for his finals along with his closest friend, Marco Dolfi, whom she and Tomas had agreed could stay with them for a few days. Fortunately, the two of them were not distracted by being in each other’s company whenever their studies allowed them a break. Too much was at stake and she admired them for their diligence.

The day was her own and, after gossiping on the phone to her friends, she now hummed along to a tune she heard on the radio that played in the kitchen and could just be heard, here in the upstairs bathroom where she was sorting out the family’s washing, but not Marco’s. That was for him to deal with when he went back to his student’s apartment, in a day or two, and before the exams began.

Once Tomas and the boys were gone, she had treated herself to a long shower and fretted about her weight that gave her forty-five-year-old body a voluptuous appearance. She also spent some time carefully shaving ...

... her mound until she had only a thin band of coarse hair left on show to each side of her slit. She’s all but smooth again, and a pair of skimpy panties and a thin bra were slipped on and worn under a pullover top with a ruffled waist hem and three-quarter bell sleeves that revealed her lightly tanned arms.

On her wrists, she had chosen to wear a multitude of bangled bracelets that often tinkled whenever she moved to do something. Her top was a favourite, the Aztec motifs scattered over a grey-blue background and the neckline revealing, but not overly much. A floaty white skirt, and some matching white flats, would do for her day at home with no plans at all. Even her sandy blonde hair was haphazardly brushed out and the parting none too straight.

With a bundle of washing in her arms, she skips lightly down the stairs and walks into the utility room, her flats clacking lightly on the floor.

“Hello, who’s there?” she calls out as she hears the front door being closed. It must be her studious son who has come home. Marco usually stayed over at the faculty and only came back much later in the day. “Make yourself some coffee, I’ll be with you in a moment!”

Her voice sounds light and happy, even if she is somewhat surprised that Richard is home much earlier than expected. Perhaps there has been a change in the study plans in his department. She sighs as it again occurs to her that her son will soon be gone, to take up an engineering appointment and is intent on leaving ...