So how did I spend my relaxing two days off?Sunday was glorious weather, it would have been a crime to sit indoors and miss it all. I got the garden furniture out, stripped down to bra and thong panties and soaked up the sun working on my near all over tan. I put my Madonna CD on (I am seeing her perform live at Wembley in two weeks time) and chilled.
My puppy ensured I did not fall asleep in the garden for more than 10 minutes at a time with a lovely cold wet nose pressing against the cheek of my face to remind me he was around. Mediterranean’s call time to sleep in the afternoon a siesta, English use siesta time as an excuse for love making and as the sun always puts me in the mood for some ‘siesta’ time the hardest decision was going to be shower after my siesta or before.
My husband didn’t give me time to decide, I opened my eyes to the feel of his hand gently caressing the inside of my thigh, working slowly towards my groin, my sweat from the intense sun was mixing with my own natural love juices and it really was going to be a case of peeling my panties off. He leant over me, pulling my panties to one side and took a slow gentle taste of what I had to offer him.
We were like two teenagers who could not get upstairs quick enough. Sometimes a woman likes to make love, sometimes she wants sex, this little diva wanted sex, she wanted it now and she wanted it hard. It was too hot for foreplay, I took my panties off and pressed them into my husbands face asking him what his wife tasted like, he obliged and went down south before returning to kiss me full on, I could taste myself and the answer was, his wife tasted horny.
Afterwards we lay on the bed, both still naked, both in desperate need of a shower and we fell asleep next to each other. It had been such an intense session, I really had needed it but it had left me drained, lots of panty wearing had meant going without for too long, lots or work had meant little time to spend with each other.
We showered, took the puppy for a walk together and went out to eat at a nice pub style restaurant with outside seating. My husband had lamb; I ate ciabatta bread, mushrooms and white sauce. Service was slow but then the weather had brought everyone out ad it was worth the wait. Three hours later, one glass of Lemonade and fresh orange juice, my head hit the pillow and I was in the land of nod.
Monday started off much the same as Tuesday weather wise, as I do not work Mondays it is a day to do mundane things, banking, appointments with dentists, solicitors, accountants, stock buying for my shop, stocking-up at the wholesalers with padded envelopes that kind of thing. A quick look in my diary yesterday morning and apart from the banking I had nothing else on, what a bonus.
More sunbathing was called for but not too much, I believe in a healthy colour but I do not want to look like an old leather handbag when I am older, maybe just for an hour, or a little housework, lunch then relax outside with a book was a better option. We had already planned to go out again tonight, Frankie & Bennies followed by the cinema and Dead Mans Chest (Pirates of the Caribbean 2).
As I at in the garden reading my book I reached an erotic paragraph which brought yesterdays events back to the forefront of my mind, god was I starting to feel horny again but my husband was working, I was alone in the garden and what the hell, nobody would see if I had a little self play. I allowed first one then two fingers to probe my moist opening, I am not a great one for finger play or being fingered in and out, I prefer gentle rubbing of the clitoris so this was unusual for me. I did not bring myself to a climax as the telephone started to ring long before I was anywhere near ready for that.
The rest of the day went pretty much as planned, food, cinema, drink and home to bed, nothing really exciting but then relaxation, de-stress and time away from the computer is what I had set out to do so it was a case of mission accomplished.
