My much needed Naturist holiday. - Sex Stories

My much needed Naturist holiday.

The day was warm as I languished outside in the back garden, having a well-deserved rest after finishing my day's work. I worked even harder now I was on my own, but one thing I knew for certain, was that I needed a man, a man who would treat me like my husband had done, for all the years we had been married. I missed the closeness, the intimacy, the way held me with his large hands. Ohhh, to feel his open hands caressing my skin, making me shudder at his touch. He made me feel so very safe and so secure and loved. Telling me he would always cover me in blue to protect me.

As my open hands caressed my body, my mind wandered, thinking they were my husband's hands, my nipples beginning to harden, and my Lou-lou began to get warm and wet. Thinking I would put my pumps on and pump more milk. Malcolm always loved suckling me when I was full of milk, giving us both terrific orgasms. Oh, how I miss him still.

I got my pumps out placing them on both nipples and set the suction to medium. Stripping off I leant back on the sofa placing my feet on the edge; letting my legs fall wide. I could feel the sensations travelling from my teats to my cunt. I used to call my cunt, my lou-lou. I started to rub my now swelling clit. Ahhhh, the feeling shooting through me, 'yes, yesss,' I pinch and pull my clit hard making myself cum. Pushing my fingers in my cunt, I pulled them out dripping, and licked my fingers clean.

Giving myself a good shake, I got up and went to put the kettle on, ...

... once my legs had stopped shaking. I needed a coffee, with a teaspoon of Baileys Irish cream. As I waited for the kettle to boil, I switched on the TV, for background noise, so the house wouldn't sound so empty and silent.

Dinner cooked, I sat naked and ate alone, legs open, if anyone saw me naked now they would think I was a slut being so shameless, but we enjoyed our D/S time together, as I looked at the empty chair. 'Oh my' I thought, it was ten years and it still felt like yesterday, the love of my life, was taken from us.

Now in my sixties, and not having any form of sex for over twenty years, due to my husband's illness; apart from self-masturbating; I needed at times to feel and remember; what it's like to be loved and cared for and to love in return.

As I sat reminiscing still wanking, an advert caught my eye. “Do you feel alone, do you feel as though something or someone is missing? You may need a relaxing holiday, maybe meet someone, make new friends. We have different activities to suit every taste.” I hurriedly got pen and paper and wrote down the number. I felt as though someone, or something was pushing me to ring this number.

I sat on the chair by the phone, dialling the number. As I sat there waiting for someone to answer, I wondered if I was doing the right thing, and began to have second thoughts. I was about to replace the receiver when a gentleman answered, “Good afternoon, my name is Kade, how may I help you?” I explained about seeing the advert ...