My name is Melanie and I am a forty two year old woman. I am five foot ten and have blonde hair with a few brown streaks, blue eyes and I have a slim, voluptuous body. I have been told that I am sexy and gorgeous and that heads turn when I walk into a room. I have a DD breast size, even though I am slim, which probably accounts for all the head turning.
I probably could have any bloke I want, but they don’t interest me. Blokes of my age or older seem to tend more towards relationships and I don’t want that. What I want, or should I say, what I need, are quick satisfying and intense fucks that turn me on immensely. I completely get off on knowing that I have acted naughty, slutty or downright perverted especially when I have taken the sex to its most depraved limits.
A typical night may start out normal, but I don’t feel wanton or lustful unless something dirty has happened, either to me or instigated by me. Regardless of what it is, when it happens, I turn into a fuck puppy that cannot be stopped.
The trouble is, I’m married and the manageress of a high visibility company. I am sort of happy in my marriage, but my husband cannot give me the sex I crave.
I have, on occasion, resorted to the odd gigolo now and again. After all, they are young, have loads of energy, and loads of fluid that they want to pour down my very dry throat on those nights where, I have been a really naughty piece of ass. I have also picked the odd bloke up from a pub, but my typical hunting places are the posher hotels, where I can book a room, pick up some cock, and fuck them senseless before I bugger off home with a satisfied grin on my face. I have, before now, taken two or more guys.
One evening at a hotel, I clocked two guys looking in my direction. It wasn’t long before we started chatting and we all decided that they would be up for pouring their spunk over my body. I booked a room, we all left the bar, and they proceeded to fuck me, one after each other, on the strict understanding that they spunked all over my body. They did just that after they used me to fuck my throat and pussy several times.
My naughtiness that evening was what I was about to do, not what I had already done.
After they spunked all over my tits, lower chest and stomach, I simply slipped my white top on and buttoned it up. I slipped on my skirt, hold up stockings and shoes. I shoved my bra into my bag and then nonchalantly walked out of the room, and hotel, smelling of spunk, and watching and feeling their cum, soak through the white cotton fabric, as I walked to the car. I drove home just like that. I was breathing heavily as I walked up to the door and let myself in. I didn’t know if my husband would be up or would have gone to bed. On this occasion, I didn’t care. I walked into the house, walked upstairs and then stripped to have a shower. I must admit to sniffing my white top and even sucking on the spunk soaked areas before I put it in the washing basket. When I showered, I felt that I was losing all the sensations that I felt that night. That it was all over. I remember smiling and thinking that I would have to look forward to yet another night of bliss in the not too distant future.
I had always picked on guys younger than me, probably in the age range of about twenty eight to thirty six. And so it was with trepidation and pure excitement mixed together in a depraved cocktail of exhilaration that I embarked on something very naughty indeed. It would be so naughty that I could probably lose my job if anyone should find out and I would definitely lose my husband. Well, at least the latter would be no great loss, I figured.
It all happened one Sunday while I was out walking along the gorge where I live. It’s a beautiful part of the country with high sided mountains looking down onto lush green valleys. The rocky outcrops are fabulous positions to look out over the landscape.
As I looked out on this particular Sunday, I started to feel sexy. For no reason I could think of, I started breathing heavy as I felt the cool breeze flood through my open necked top and onto my breasts. I felt the need to feel the same breeze across my thighs and pussy. I started to wonder how it would feel if a constant cold breeze were to rush over my pussy and tickle my clit. I wondered if I would cum.
I stood near the edge of the cliff and opened my top fully. I slipped it off, over my shoulders to remove my bra and then I put it back on. I slipped my bra into the small rucksack I was carrying. Then I opened my top a little further to let the cold air circulate around my breasts. My nipples twitched and grew. They touched my cotton top and brushed on the fabric which made my body and mind jump with excitation. I found myself biting my lower lip as I wondered whether someone would see me if I opened my trousers.
Suddenly, I felt the need to masturbate. I wanted to circle my clit with my fingers and run my hand over my pussy. I wanted to push my fingers inside me. I could feel it getting wet, as the thoughts raged through my mind.
I looked around me and could see people approaching along the same path. Then I saw more a few hundred yards away. I was rapidly pulled back into the real world. Yet the thoughts would not go away, and my pussy was definitely getting wetter. If anything, I needed to remove my wet knickers and make myself a little more comfortable. I buttoned my shirt up a little and went in search of a glade where there would be a little privacy.
I found just the spot surrounded by bushes. The sun was partly shining though the trees and onto the grassy area underneath. I sat on the grass and started to remove my trousers and then my knickers. I only wanted to strip off and remove my knickers, but once my lower half was naked and I touched the grass with my bare skin, all sorts of lewd thoughts rushed through my mind. It didn’t go unnoticed that the grass thrust up along my pussy and there were fronds tickling my outer lips and clitoris. I propped myself up against the tree and let myself wallow in the feeling of nature at work as I wriggled my arse on the grass.
It wasn’t long before my fingers were stroking my pussy and my legs started to open. My eyes rolled in their sockets and I eventually closed them as my finger tips slipped over my clit. It was absolutely gorgeous. The sensations of my fingers intermingled with the soft breeze that was blowing over my lower body. I unbuttoned my blouse and lifted my left breast out of it. I felt the breeze stiffen my nipple all on its own. How I would have loved to cum just by the breeze lapping at my nipples and clitoris. That would have been the ultimate prize.
I thrust two of my fingers into my cunt as I lifted my arse off the ground.
I stopped dead, almost startled as I heard sounds from one of the bushes to my left. I decided to keep playing with myself until such time as I could make out what it was.
Then I heard some more sounds. I concentrated harder and closed my eyes fully.
“Such gorgeous tits…she‘s fingering herself,” I heard from the bushes.
I started to smile, they were human words and I was being watched. My smile broadened as I thrust my fingers into my cunt. At least two people, I thought to myself. I didn’t care whether they were male, female, old or young (as long as they were over 16), though I must admit, they sounded young.
I groaned and let out a raunchy guttural sound from my throat as I finger fucked myself. I pumped my fingers into my cunt as my legs widened. I turned slightly to face the direction of the sounds and to give whoever was looking the opportunity to fuck me with their eyes. I wanted them to see and hear everything, the pleasure, the sounds, the wetness of my pussy and the convulsions I would have when I finally brought myself to orgasm.
I stopped briefly to reveal both my breasts and I tweaked my nipples and circled them with my finger and thumb, before returning to my highly aroused pussy.
“She‘s so fucking horny…I could fuck her right here!” I heard someone whisper, much louder than they thought they had.
My fingers once more delved into my cunt and I was ready for my sensual, slutty outburst. My only concern at the time, though it was short lived, was finding a video of myself on facebook the day after. It would have been a definite sackable offence and I would be jobless.
As I said, it was short lived. My brain had made up its mind that my pussy was going to get the full monty. I remember making a mental note to myself to bring my dildo next time, in case of emergencies just like this one.
It was then that my orgasm started to build up. My fingers were fucking into me in a regular motion. My head flew back against the tree and with my eyes closed I removed my fingers and circled my clit with two of them. I was breathing heavily and panting into the breeze. I felt a sunbeam shoot through the trees and hit my clit making it feel hotter than it already was. I sighed and groaned.
“Oh! Fuck, yesssssss,” the sound was ripped unconsciously from my throat as my body entered total abandonment. I felt my orgasm rush to the surface as I wanked myself. Then the thoughts of the watchers hit my brain and I exploded with complete satisfaction at being watched while enjoying a most satisfying cum on my fingers.
My breasts were heaving and I was panting as suddenly the bushes rocked and a young man almost fell from them into the glade before me. He pulled himself short of falling over onto the ground and stood up a good six maybe seven metres away.
I looked at him, his obvious embarrassment complete with red face and silent demeanour at suddenly being exposed to my glare.
“S…s…s…or…r…ry,” he stuttered badly. I just looked at him with my legs open and breasts heaving.
“Have you been watching me, young man?” I questioned him.
