Anna Maria Island (2 page)

We relaxed on the deck and joked
about how good it was to live like rich people with not a care in the world. We
lay there for maybe an hour. The sun felt good after a long cloudy winter. It
was one of the first really warm days of the early summer. I got up and went to
the dining room. There was a built in corner cabinet with glasses and liquor. I
made two vodka martinis.; my aunt had showed me how. Bringing them to the deck,
I gave one to him and offered a toast to "being rich for the summer."

We sipped them and he dozed off.
After a bit, the sun was starting to fall. The garden was nicely located so
that the sun still filled the area. I felt a warm glow and moved onto his
lounge chair. He woke. "Honey, I said, "I think this experience will
be good for us, good for me.”

"How so?"

"I think I need to recharge.
Work is draining me of all energy. A summer resting, tanning, and exercising
will help a lot." He looked at me. I could see he was pensive.

"Yeah,” he said. "You get
too stressed. I loved the way you woke me up. Look, it's nearly four, and
neither of us have even dressed yet. If our weekends are like this, weekdays
apart could be great".

I sat near his thigh. I put my hand
on his warm cock. "You know I love this. I want us to be happy, to be wild
again like when we were on our honeymoon."

His cock twitched. I stroked him
and soon he was rock hard. Straddling his waist, I guided his cock into me. I
was dripping wet, and he slipped in as I pressed down. We fucked hard and fast.
I wiggled and bounced, my breasts jiggling. My orgasm grew from deep within. As
it welled up in me, I pressed harder, rocked forward, rubbing my clit on his
pubic bone. I felt him twitching and pulsing. My labia were fully swollen now.
I felt the base of his cock squishing them. As I lifted, I felt cool air
between my legs. Pressing down, I pushed harder. His hands cupped my ass and
pulled me hard. I came. I exploded really, my body trembling. My pussy was just
burning. It spread all through me. I collapsed on him catching my breath. I
felt his cock pulsing in me. I lay there feeling hot and so wet between my
legs. He softened and slipped from me.

We stayed cuddling on his lounge
chair. The sun was dropping and it got cool. My skin had goose bumps, and my
nipples were hard. I shivered and had to go in to warm. He followed and
showered. We dressed and went out for dinner. I wore a cashmere sweater and
jeans. I wore a thong but no bra. The cashmere felt so soft and soothing. After
dinner we returned to the beach house.

Soon he left for our house. I went
to the living room and flipped on the TV. The house was quiet. I made a fire in
the massive stone fireplace and curled up on the couch. The room warmed nicely.
I think I dozed off. Later I woke and went to my bedroom to change. My thong
was wet and stained. I stripped nude and wore one of his t-shirts and returned
to the couch. I woke sometime in the early morning and went to bed. That night
I slept soundly.

Monday was a day to get working on
the bedrooms. I went to the local hardware store and got some help to select
what I needed - paint, brushes, drop cloth, roller, etc. The guy was helpful;
he knew my aunt and uncle. I wore jeans and a jersey; again I left off the bra.
I returned to the house and started to prep one of the bedrooms. I moved the
furniture away from the walls and cleaned everything. The furniture scraped the
wood floor and left scratches. I'd need to fix that somehow.

It took much of the afternoon to
clean the walls and trim. I called it a day and made dinner. That night was
restful. I slept nude that night and pretty much decided that would be my
summer routine.

In the morning, I made coffee and
breakfast. I was nude again and felt comfortable roaming the house that way. In
fact, I was getting to really enjoy it. The walls of the bedroom that I had
scrubbed felt damp. I opened the windows to air it out and knew I'd have to
wait a day to paint.

I took that opportunity to do some
exercising in order to keep up my usual routine.

Around 11 o’clock, a truck pulled
into the driveway, and two guys started to unload mowers. I rushed to my
bedroom and threw on my husband's t-shirt and a pair of shorts. I saw it was
the landscape crew – a guy in his late 30's and a younger guy. They mowed the
lawns and tended the shrubs. I went out to the driveway and said hello. The
older guy owned the business. He knew from my aunt that I was sitting the
house. The younger guy was a college student. Their schedule was to come by
once per week. They showed me how to water the garden if it got dry.

As we walked around the property, I
noticed both were checking me out. I guess I looked a bit – interesting, since
the loose fitting tee shirt hinted that I wore nothing beneath. The idea
excited me that they were noticing. I saw both were attentive and helpful, like
the guy in the hardware store. Maybe my growing comfort with myself was going
to be good.

They left, and I had nothing to do
but let the walls dry. I made a light lunch and ate on the deck by the garden.
It was warm. I slipped off the tee and the shorts and reclined on a lounge
chair. The sun felt great on my bare skin. After a short while, I was restless
and went to find a novel to read. In the study, I found a romantic novel that
my aunt must have left. Returning to the deck, I lay back and started to read.
It soon became clear this was a very erotic story. The main character was a
young woman who was forced to work as a courtesan in Paris. The sexual
escapades she had with royalty were explicitly described. As I read, I found
myself fantasizing about the experience of so many sexual adventures.

It cooled as the sun set, and I
went in to warm up. That evening I dressed to go through the shops. I wore
jeans and a fleece pull-over top. Again I left off a bra and panties having
decided these were not going to be part of my summer attire. I browsed the
shops and bought some things for the kitchen. I returned home and phoned my
husband. He sounded tired. We decided to talk again later in the week and bid
each other sweet dreams. I went to bed early, sleeping in the nude, and awoke
from a dream before sunrise  - some mix of the novel and the encounter with the
lawn crew. The details were fuzzy, but I was clearly aroused. I played, lying
in the warm bed, and made myself come. I dozed off and slept soundly until
mid-morning.

Rising from bed, I wandered to the
kitchen, made coffee and had fruit and yogurt. Being nude felt totally natural.
I checked the bedroom walls and found they were dry. I decided I'd paint the
walls. I thought about doing this nude but decided it would be better to wear
something. I got my husband's tee which would be no great loss if stained by
paint. So I painted the walls a nice stone color, a pale gray/silver. It only
took a few hours to roll the walls and brush the edges. When dry, I'd paint the
trim. And I hardly got paint on me or the t-shirt. The day was warm ,so I left
the windows open to dry the paint.

I decided to go to the beach and
changed into a bikini that I wore under a jersey and shorts. The path to the
beach led through some dunes to an expansive stretch of sand. I laid out a
towel and sat for awhile. I got bored and took a long walk along the shore to
contribute to my exercise routine. Few people were around. I knew the weekends
would be different, and crowds would build. Mostly I fantasized about the
courtesan servicing men in their chambers, improving her erotic skills, and
surviving by her wiles. I noticed that sexual thoughts were almost always with
me. I liked it.

So that became my daily routine.
Sleep in the nude, work in the house, shop, visit the garden and beach. My tan
deepened all over my body. Thursday of that week, I had phone sex with my
husband. I was watching TV when he called. We chatted about his work and my
week. Soon our conversation turned to him arriving late on Friday as usual. I
asked what he wanted when he got in, and he said, "You." The sexual
tension grew immediately, and I asked for more hints of what he wanted.

"Be like you were on Saturday
morning and Sunday on the deck. You were sooo frisky." I could hear the
excitement in his voice. "Mmm," I responded as the idea unleashed a
flood of memories.

"I'll be ready for you - your
cock, your cream - mmm." I could feel his excitement over the phone. We
talked more. I told him things I would do. He told me he was stroking. I became
wet and told him so. We played, both coming, as we described our plans for
Friday night.

Friday was another warm day. I
finished painting the trim in the spare bedroom. I also drove to the next town
and shopped in the mall. In a Victoria's Secret, I picked up a few things for
the evening. Returning home, I relaxed, nude on the deck, and read more of the
novel. I had a light dinner and a glass of wine. I knew he'd be in around 11. 
After dark, I went to the master bath to get ready. I poured a warm bath and
relaxed while I sipped a martini. It felt decadent. I imagined I was prepping
as a courtesan would for a night of adventure. I shaved my legs and decided to
trim my bush. The soft hair along the sides of my pussy was soon floating in
the bath. I examined myself with a hand mirror. I used more shaving cream and
gently removed the few strands I had missed.

Feeling between my legs, I quivered
at how soft and silky I felt there. I was aroused and my labia swelled. I
resisted the urge to play. I rose from the bath and looked in the full-length
mirror. My tan was developing nicely. I seemed washed in a warm glow with no
tan lines. My nipples were hard and pointy. I had noticed they were often this
way after I had stopped wearing a bra. It was as if the touch of my clothing,
or the warm sun, a gentle breeze, or the gaze of a distracted guy were keeping
them at attention. My belly looked a bit flatter, tighter. I had been eating
better and exercising more. It showed. My bush was much thinner and more
delicate. I spread my legs as I turned, bent over and viewed my backside. I
admitted to myself that I looked quite sexy. In a drawer I found some scissors.
I pulled the triangle of my remaining bush and trimmed it very short. The
length was now just the width of my fingers. I trimmed back a bit more and
examined how I looked from various angles. With the razor and cream I neatened
the edges.

Once done, I admired a small, thin,
delicate triangle balanced above a totally smooth and bare slit. My labia were
engorged now, and my lips protruded like delicate pink folds of a flower. A
wave of images flashed through my mind - my husband's face planted between my
legs, an old boyfriend, or the college guy who mowed the lawn. My head swirled
with nasty thoughts.

I felt my skin flush. It was like a
fever. I drained the tub and showered. Cool water helped me regain control. It
was now after 10. I dried off and dried my hair. I massaged myself all over with
a fine lotion. I applied my make-up. Then I dressed in black stockings, a black
garter belt, my sexiest black heels and my black lace demi-bra. I looked in the
mirror and was taken aback. I did not look like a teacher in a private academy.

I went to the living room and lit
the fire. The shades were drawn, and I used only the floor lamps. I went to the
kitchen and turned on the light by the door from the driveway. My husband had a
key and would let himself in. The rest of the house was dark. I got some glasses,
ice, limes and a bottle of Grey Goose and set these on the coffee table. I
relaxed on the couch and waited. The room was softly lit as the flickering
flames grew.

He arrived soon after and let
himself in. I heard him latch the door and feel his way in the dim light
through the kitchen, through the long dining room, and into the living room. I
slipped the a of ice into a glass.

I was reclined on the couch as he
entered. He paused and nearly gasped. I had decided to leave my hair down. My
make-up was perfect. My tanned shoulders glowed. My breasts were cradled by the
wired half-cups. Both nipples were rock hard. Maybe he noticed the few droplets
of ice-cold water that sparkled on each. My garter belt hugged my hips. My
slender legs, sheathed in silk, were splayed open. One leg was on the coffee
table, the other on the arm of the couch. Presented to him was my wide-open
pussy. My excitement was flowing and moistening every pore.

"Oh my," he whispered as
he came to me. He moved between my legs, and I reached up to guide him to kiss
my face.

"You can fuck your wife all
night," I whispered. "I want it like we planned."

We kissed passionately. I reached
between my legs and felt my dripping pussy. I wet my finger and tasted it as he
sucked my nipples. "Here, taste me," I said, as I wet my finger again
and offered it to him.

He sucked my finger and a wicked
grin lit his face. He dove downward and plunged his tongue into me. I held his
head and pulled him to me. I opened my legs wider as he explored. His tongue
flicked in, around, over. He sucked my swollen lips into his mouth. He pressed
his wet face to me. It was so powerful. My bare skin heightened the feelings.
He pulled back, knelt on the floor, and looked at my pussy. Leaning forward he
kissed me gently on my soft little bush, then on my burning lips. "I loved
that you shaved......so sexy," he said.

"Mmmm, I knew you would,"
I whispered. "It's all for you." He buried his face again, but I
lifted him up. "Undress," I asked him. "I'll pour you a
drink." I poured two good shots into a glass for him and one for me,
squeezed a slice of lime in each, and tossed in some ice.

He was now nude, and I handed him a
glass as he sat next to me. "What shall we drink to?" I asked.

"To your shaved pussy,"
he replied.

I laughed. "It's all yours.
Cheers!" We sipped and I snuggled close. "I missed you," I
whispered. "I dreamed of your cock. I think it's my turn for a
taste."