Kate thought she had paused too long. She had caught sight of what she thought was someone stood not too far from the French doors. In her state she had continued to rotate and slide her viberator in and out of herself until her brain had finally kicked in and had made her stop. Kate had dropped the toy to the carpet and grabbed her robe. In her rush she stood bare naked at the French doors for a few seconds her ample body on display until she had managed to grab both sides of her robe and pulled them together.
Kate caught herself holding her breath and let out a long ragged breath that quickly misted the glass in front of her. She scanned the dark patio and garden beyond. It was almost midnight and with the moon barely new her view of what lay beyond the doors was nothing more than shades of grey to black. The light wind made the darkened tree's sway and their inky shadows played tricks with her eyes for a moment the whole garden was filled with slinking figures watching her.
Kate gave out a snort of a laugh and cursed herself for being so gullible at her age. She walked back to the settee and settled back down with the robe drawn tightly around her body. Kate picked up her mobile from the low coffee table in front of her. The message from her husband had been short 'home in an hour xx' that had been over an hour ago, but she was not worried though, her husband was never good with time he had even been late to their wedding twenty years ago. She put the phone back down and picked up her almost empty wine glass.
She smiled before sipping the last of the red liquid. A whole bottle consumed all on her own, no wonder she was seeing things. Kate lay back on the settee and found her hands were wandering. The robe belt slipped apart easily and her hands pulled the thick material away from her body, the cool air made her dark thick nipples stand erect before her fingers had even had a chance of circling her puckered areola. Kate gave the French doors a glance and was greeted with nothing but darkness. She felt silly wondering why anyone would be peeping in on a forty year old house wife playing with herself. Again she paused, her finger and thumb of both hands gently held her erect nipples and just for a moment Kate found herself a bit disappointed that she was not being watched.
At forty, Kate was a natural redhead and when it came to figures she landed on the curvy side. Her breasts had swollen with the birth of her twins almost nineteen years ago from a 32c to 36D, her waist had grown as well but she had found her added curves were a delight. Never had she received so many lingering looks than after pregnancy. Even her husband Stuart had grown even more amorous and spent ages toying with her new body, when she allowed it. Perhaps it was the bottle of wine or just Kate wanting a little bit of a thrill, whatever it was she had started to imagine someone at the French doors. Dark clothing, hood pulled up high so no face to waste her imagination on though if push came to shove Gerard Butler was a good starting place she thought.
Kate's right hand left her nipple, her fingertips slipping over her swollen breast and down across her saggy belly. Her left hand played with her nipples, alternating between them both, squeezing gently or just rubbing her palm ever so lightly across the erect nubs of dark flesh. In her mind's eye the figure at the doors had reached down, rubbing at the unseen bulge in his trousers.
Kate bit her wine stained, full bottom lip as her fingertips found her matted red bush. Her clitoris already buzzed with expectation. Kate found herself still engorged, her labia moist and swollen her middle finger slipped easily between them and ran slowly up catching her clitoris and sending small bursts of fire across her body. Her finger lingered on her clitoris small pulses of soft and hard touches, igniting her whole body in varying bursts. When Kate's finger slipped back down she found her labia wet and her finger easily slipped inside her, a slight curve and her finger found her g-spot. In Kate's mind the figure at the door had pulled his cock out, the light from the living room casting enough light for her to make out the solid pale length that he worked in one clenched fist.
Kate spread her legs further and her left foot found her discarded viberator. She picked it up keeping her right hand firmly in place between her legs. The pink toy was seven sticky inches of vibrating pleasure. Kate lifted her hand from her vagina, noticing how wet her palm and fingers were and took hold of the viberator. As the tip nudged at her labia she turned the small dial and felt the vibrations pulse through her eliciting a long moan.
Kate worked the vibrator slowly, never feeding the whole thing into her, but rotating it this way and that attacking her g-spot for a moment or pulling out and making her moan even louder as the buzzing tip pressed against her swollen clitoris. The fantasy man at the doors worked his cock fast which made Kate work herself faster matching his pumping fist to the thrusts of her toy.
"Blimey! Now this is a warm hello." The sound of Stuart made Kate jump and let out a small scream. He stood in the doorway to the living room, admiring the side profile of Kate in the middle of pleasuring herself.
"How long have you been there?" she had hoped the regret she felt at being interrupted was not apparent in her voice. "You bloody scared me."
