It was the first day of the school holidays, and for once the weather hadn't immediately deteriorated into the rainy drizzle that had characterised the last few years. I had woken early as usual, feeling refreshed, alone in my lovely big double bed. Not that I was lonely, no this was how I wanted it to be. I was thirty and my divorce had become absolute a year earlier. I was sorry my marriage hadn't worked, Simon had been a thoroughly decent man, it was just that we somehow seemed totally incompatible with each other. The differences had been stimulating at first, then they'd begun to grate, and finally we both realised that there was no way we could continue to live together.
I was the eternal extrovert, wanted everything to happen now, an idea flashed into my head and I wanted it now, whereas Simon was the opposite. Everything had to be meticulously planned in advance, every detail worked out to the
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th degree before we could even start to contemplate doing anything.
I thought back to the final straw, it had been one Sunday morning, a rainy day and I had been bored, frustrated that we had nothing to do. Suddenly I wanted to spend the day in bed with my husband, fucking each other senseless, that was another bone of contention, my libido was much stronger than his, but I thought I knew a way of getting him quickly into the mood. I'd stripped off my clothes in the bedroom and frigged my pussy for a bit to get it nice and wet, then had bounded into the lounge where he was sitting on the sofa, the crossword open on his lap. I'd picked up the paper and tossed it to one side, then plonked myself on his lap, rubbing my tits against his chest.
"Come on Simon, let's spend the day in bed like we used to. I'm horny," I said, pressing down with my pussy against him.
"Do you mind," he replied, picking the paper up again, "I'd nearly finished that, in record time too. Can you just hang on for a second or two?" I'd seen red, had stormed back into the bedroom and dressed again and left, slamming the door as I went. I'd ended up at a friend's, pouring my heart out to her, as I realised that our marriage was at an end.
Of course I'd gone back and we'd made up, but that was it, in the calm of the next day we'd agreed to split up. The house was sold, the meagre equity split between us, and with that, some money my parents had given me, and what seemed to be a huge mortgage, I'd bought my current house, a pretty, but tiny cottage in a small village, a few miles from where I worked as a science teacher.
I lay there, the windows open, listening to the birds singing and as usual I ran my hands over my body, up my sides, over my breasts and back down between my legs. I slept naked, only wearing panties for my period, and pyjamas in the very depths of winter. My fingers touched my pussy and immediately I knew what I wanted, start the holidays as I intended to go on, enjoying every last moment. I'd got a two week sun seeking holiday booked for later in August, but now what I wanted was an orgasm. Not a toe curling, mind blowing orgasm, although I'd take it if it came along, but a nice comforting warm glow orgasm.
I began to toy with my clit, fingers running lightly over it, tracing small circles round and round, then dipped to my pussy folds. My labia weren't big, nice and neat I thought, not thick and dangly, and I ran my fingers down through slit, feeling the beginnings of moisture as my pussy started to leak. A cock would be nice, but there wasn't the prospect of one today as my mind ran over the cocks I'd experienced. I remembered my first, I'd deliberately delayed losing my virginity until I'd gone up to university, probably the only thing in my life that I'd planned, not wanting to lose it to some inexperienced youth pissed up on cheap lager, or in the back seat of a car.
As soon as I'd started university at eighteen years old, I'd looked for the right man. He was on my course but a final year, and had the look of someone who'd know what to do. Fortunately he had, we'd been kissing at a party and he'd suggested going back early to his flat. I'd had enough to drink to feel relaxed, but little enough to know exactly what I was doing.
We got into bed and started kissing and I told him that I was a virgin. He'd smiled and said that I was fortunate as he was an expert in relieving girls of their virginity. He might have been boasting but he was good, very good in fact. He'd kissed me all over my body, sucked on my breasts and nipples before he even touched my pussy, then he'd kissed and licked it, giving me two huge orgasms before settling between my legs and pushing a rather nice sized cock into me.
I'd expected it to hurt and it did a little, but by then I was so wet and wanting more that I barely felt it before I had another orgasm and he came inside me. That was the start of my free rein libido, I just wanted more, wanted to experience the feeling of a cock cumming inside my pussy time and time again. I was a bit choosy, I wouldn't just fuck anyone, and I became quite good at selecting bed mates, rarely experiencing disappointment.
Then I'd met Simon and had fallen in love with that kind, thoughtful, sensitive man. I should have known better, but, well we all make mistakes, and I was not going to get trapped again. I'd take my men when I wanted, careful not to venture too close to home, certainly not at work although one or two of the other teachers were rather tempting.
I was really getting into my wank now, my fingers working busily at my pussy and clit, slipping and sliding along my slit, two fingers penetrating into my pussy, no substitute for a cock, but pleasant all the same. Briefly I contemplated reaching for one of my dildos, but decided fingers would suffice this morning. I could sense it now, starting within me, building slowly, I could feel my nipples start to tingle, a sure sign, then like a geyser it welled up in me and I was cumming, my body soaring with the strength of my orgasm, wave after wave of pleasure coursing through me, then it was gone and I relaxed back into my bed, feeling cosy and tingly all over.
Automatically I sniffed my fingers, catching that familiar scent of a healthy pussy, one that just needed feeding from time to time and plenty of TLC in between. I lay there for a while then rolled out of bed, going and sitting on the toilet until I was empty, then stepping into my shower. I loved a shower first thing in the morning, a bath didn't even come close, only at night would I contemplate a bath, relaxing with a glass of wine, then getting into a nice clean bed. Heaven!
I dried myself, just rubbing my hair dry, for work I'd style it with a hairdryer, but on holiday I could just let the natural curl dry, leaving me with gentle ringlets. I pulled on a pair of simple panties, running my hands over them to ensure a snug fit round my bum and pussy, then debated whether to wear a bra. I had to at work of course, it was bad enough knowing that every second I was standing in front of a class I was being mentally undressed by half of them, so all my bras were heavy duty, definitely no nipples poking through and so it was with a wry grin that I decided to be bold and not wear one, let my tits swing free for a change. I wasn't expecting visitors, and any that did chance by were in for a treat.
My nipples did get a bit obvious if I was cold or turned on, and they were sensitive, so I knew that during the day I'd get the odd twinge or two in my pussy as my nipples rubbed on something. Just part of the joys of being a woman. I found a light skirt, ankle length cotton, full and flowing and decided that would be perfect for a warm day, let some air round me, then pulled on a tee shirt type top, settling it nicely round my boobs. Now I was ready for day one of my holiday.
I had a healthy breakfast, cereals with some fruit and nuts, washed down with a cup of tea and grapefruit juice, then I cleared up and started to tidy up the cottage. It tended to get untidy as term progressed, things tucked into a corner rather than put away properly, I kept it clean, but what it needed every so often was a thorough cleaning out, just like a pussy I thought, grinning to myself. I'd vowed to do a room a day at least, it was only small so it really wouldn't take long at all. In fact I managed to do both the lounge and the small dining room in a couple of hours, including cleaning all the little nooks and crannies, shooing out some spiders that had taken up residence and thoroughly dusting everywhere.
