How I changed Pt. 01 - Sex Stories

How I changed Pt. 01

I am in my forties, a respectable businesswoman, and a pillar of the community. Well, that's what everyone thinks. And I suppose I was until this summer.

My husband Steve and I had booked a holiday cottage in Devon for a week, but at the last minute, he was unable to make it because of a problem at work. We'd been there before and I decided I'd still go. I loved the area and thought I'd have a relaxing time, hopefully soaking up the sun, reading, and walking. Just what I needed to unwind.

The cottage is quite isolated other than for the property next door where the owner lives. I arrived on a beautiful sunny day and knocked on the owner's door to pick up the key. Mrs Robbins said she was going to visit her daughter in London but a nephew and his friend would be staying in her cottage for a few days. After a brief chat, I went indoors to unpack.

Next morning, I awoke to bright sunshine and, after breakfast, decided to spend a lazy day sunbathing in the large back garden while reading a trashy novel. A far cry from my usual hectic business life.

In my bikini, I glanced at my reflection in the bedroom mirror. Thanks to regular exercise, including yoga when I have the time, my body is reasonably toned and I look good for my age. The bikini was rather brief and Steve certainly wouldn't approve. But, as there was no one about, it didn't matter.

I was soon stretched out on a sun-lounger and it felt like absolute paradise when I massaged suntan lotion onto my skin. I ...

... didn't want any white lines so I hooked the bikini straps off my shoulders. The bra was then so loose that my breasts nearly popped out. But who cares? There's only me here, I thought.

As the warmth of the sun caressed my body, I started to read. The novel was erotic from the first page and I soon felt a tingle of excitement in my tummy. Considering it was well over a month since I'd had sex with my husband, I suppose it wasn't really surprising that I was a little turned on. Steve worked hard and was too tired most nights to have any 'dirty' thoughts, as I called them. Perhaps we'd been together too long for me to excite him anymore. Whatever, our sex life was far from exciting.

I applied more lotion as the noon sun got stronger. My top was barely covering my nipples and they looked quite erect as I massaged the oil into my shoulders. God, I'm feeling so horny, I thought, spreading my legs and glancing at the cottage next door. Oh no, is that someone looking out of the upstairs window?

I concentrated and clearly saw a bare-chested young man staring at me. My immediate reaction was to cover up but, for some reason, his gaze made me feel even sexier -- and wanted, something I hadn't felt for a long time. So I lay back and sensuously stretched my body and legs. My nipples got even harder, which I hadn't thought possible. I opened my legs wider and looked down at my mound.

I suddenly came to my senses; knew I must stop. I had to go indoors. I stood and slowly walked ...