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The Fun & Risks of an All-Over Tan

By: ScattySue



Here is my entry for the Annual Nude Day Story Contest 2015. I hope you find it enjoyable because I had fun writing it. As this is a competition entry, please take a moment to rate the story. Of course, feedback as well is always very gratefully received; it is always lovely to hear from readers.

Thanks, as always, to Winterreisser for his editing, encouragement and support.

Happy reading,

Sue 

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Looking at myself in the full length mirror I'm actually quite happy with what I see. It's just a shame that Vincent never seems to react to me anymore; I doubt he'll even notice the all-over tan I'm developing. Not that we'd ever had a particularly physically passionate relationship but he was, or had been, a caring, loving and considerate man. There had been sex, of course, but of a regular and rather dutiful sort; two or three times a month usually in the early years. However, it had been enough for me to fall pregnant twice and produce our two lovely daughters. 

It is, I suppose, all just a little dull and disappointing. As a teenager I had thought myself sensual and sexually alive, even if was too shy to do much about it save when alone. Being overweight didn't help much either and was probably quite a large part of the reason for my shyness. Still, those teenage years of daily (even several times a daily!) self-gratification had given me a range of masturbatory techniques that had helped to keep me satisfied since. Okay, maybe not entirely satisfied but certainly not desperate either.

I twist, trying to get a view of my bum which, with the gym and running regularly, is arguably my best bit; it's the only part of my body that I've actually been admired for. I do look much better since my decision a little over two years ago, as I was turning forty. I had stood in front of this very mirror and saw the same, overlarge and saggy body that I'd always seen. I decided then that I wasn't going to remain a forty-year-old frumpy, overweight woman with a nice personality but that was virtually ignored by her husband, subtly condescended to by her attractive friends and mocked by strangers. "Susan Jenkins, you are going to get slim if you have to starve yourself to do so; even," I told myself, "if it kills you!"

Something inside me just clicked and, for the first time in my life, I dieted properly. By the end of the year I had lost just over five stones, which was also an even more impressive-sounding seventy-one pounds, and dropped eight dress sizes; go me! The memory of that year -- the diet club, exercising and always feeling at least a little hungry -- was still with me and helped me keep the weight off. I pick up the bottle of suntan lotion and begin applying it all over, starting with my face and neck, then my shoulders and arms and working down over my boobs and stomach. I try to ignore the stretch marks; they've faded a bit over the years and they were worth it, I tell myself, to have the girls.

Both girls are now at university; Helena, our eldest just finished her final year at York and is now in the States as a councillor at Camp America, while Katie, having completed her first year at Exeter University and not to be outdone by Helena, is travelling in Europe with her friend Maxine. It looks like the summer will mostly be a continuation of the past nine months with just Vince and me in the house now. 

Since it's late morning on a weekday, I am alone in the house, so applying sun lotion to my back presents something of a challenge. In fact, it takes a great deal of contortion: right arm over left shoulder, left arm over right shoulder, right arm up behind my back with lotion on the back of my hand and the same with my left hand... 

Actually, given Vince's habit of staying late at the office and going out with colleagues or meeting clients in the evenings, I am alone virtually constantly, which is one reason why I have two weeks of annual leave to use up. Why take time off to bum around an empty house? However, HR insisted that I should take my allocated leave, so here I am...

Now I spread the lotion over my bum and around my hips and then over my pussy, around and below the ever-shrinking trimmed triangle of my pubes. 

With two weeks at home ahead of me, I had decided to do some decorating; the guest bedroom and the dining room were both looking very shabby, not that we ever had guests to entertain or to stay, but still. However, when Monday morning dawned bright, sunny and hot I decided the last place I wanted to go was to the DIY superstore and that I had no desire to spend my fortnight in paint-covered clothes. I had any number of books I wanted to read, a sun lounger in the garden shed and a daffodil-yellow bikini that I'd never got round to wearing. Yes, laying out in the sun for a week or two, or at least for as long as this good weather held, sounded much nicer.

Just my legs left to do; this whole body suntan lotion application certainly takes time. 

So, on that bright Monday morning two days ago, after setting up the sun longer and the garden parasol to provide some shade, I headed out in my bikini with my book and sunglasses, suntan lotion and a bottle of water to, for once, do something just for me. 

I had been laying there a little while when it occurred to me how secluded the garden is. Due to the bend in the road this house, and the one next door, are at an angle to the others and are also set a little further back from the road. The result is that their gardens aren't much overlooked, save by each other. Sadly, the neighbour next door, Mrs Janet Featherstone, died a month or so ago; sad, as I said, because she was a lovely woman and had always been interesting to talk to, so full of life and opinions and with a ready wit, but she had been well over eighty. I knew, therefore, that next door was for the time being, empty. 

A mischievous, naughty idea crossed my mind and I stood up and walked around the garden, checking whether I could be seen from any other houses. The line of tall trees at the back meant that I was screened from that direction so that just left the houses either side. What I found was that so long as I stayed nearer to the house than the apple tree halfway down the garden I would only be visible from Mrs Featherstone's now empty house. Was I being too cautious for what I was planning? Perhaps I was. Perhaps this caution is part of why I'm still with Vince; he represents security and safety, at least materially.

I returned to the lounger and sat down. My heart was beating quickly in anticipation because I had never done anything like this before as I reached behind my back and tugged the strings of my bikini top. Moments later my boobs were exposed for the world to see -- if of course there was any person who could see me, which of course there wasn't. Nevertheless, being so exposed and the sensation of the warm sun playing across my uncovered chest for the first time felt wonderful. I quickly applied sun lotion, fearing that the anaemically pale flesh of my boobs might start instantly to burn, before lying back and savouring my almost-nudity.

I was acutely aware of the air on my boobs and nipples and that they lay on my chest exposed and unconstrained. I wondered idly if I'd ever have the courage to go topless at a beach. My boobs weren't particularly eye-catching; when I'd lost weight they'd shrunk, annoyingly, rather more rapidly than my tummy and hips. Still, at 36C they were still a reasonable size but I wasn't sure I could do this in public. My bum, on the other hand... Some part of my mind suggested something even more mischievous and much scarier. Could I? Here? The idea was scary but bloody exciting too!

Nervously I reached down hooked my thumbs into the top of my bikini bottoms. I couldn't help looking around just to check there was no one about, no neighbours at the end of their gardens, no workman unexpectedly on a rooftop, even that there was no hot air balloon passing overhead! With a sudden jerk I pushed the bottoms down and my pussy was exposed! Quickly I removed them completely and I lay there as naked as the day I was born. I felt light headed with the thrill of doing this, though I was still jumpy and nervous.

Slowly I began to relax and enjoy the feel of being outside and unconstrained by clothing for the first time. I closed my eyes to help me fully appreciate the sensations but suddenly remembered to apply lotion to my never-before exposed parts: getting sunburned on my mound or bum was not an appealing thought!

I dozed, first on my back then for longer on my front and, as my nervousness ebbed, I felt I could really get into this nudism; no, it was called 'Naturism' now, I recalled. When an hour or so later I walked back into the house, I was sold on the idea of spending as much time as possible without clothes on. 

It's worked too: the tan is really coming on and not a tan line in sight!

Vince arrived home late again last night, waking me as he came to bed at around half eleven. He went straight to sleep but I was restless. I got up to use the toilet and as I sat there it occurred to me that, at midnight, it would be the start of the summer solstice. Of course, I was going to go out and sunbathe nude again but what if I went nude for the whole day? The longest day of the year spent completely naked, how cool would that be? Why not go the whole hog; why not twenty-four hours naked? That would mean being naked when Vince woke up and, even better, when he walked in from work. Let's see him not notice me then!

I wiped and flushed then stood to strip my nightie from my body and stuff it in the wash-basket. Naked, I walked back into the bedroom and slipped into bed. It felt good to have nothing except the bedclothes covering me; perhaps I should always sleep naked. It was also arousing and I was so tempted to get myself off but somehow it seemed wrong with Vince next to me. It wasn't embarrassing or immoral or anything it was just... well, he should be the one making me cum, if we're together in bed. I think I actually hated him at that moment for being so indifferent to me and, for the first time ever, the idea of having an affair crossed my mind as an attractive possibility.

I woke late, having struggled to get back to sleep, and Vince was gone. I looked at the clock and I guessed it was his closing of the front door that had woken me. Well fuck him, I thought, still annoyed at him; I was naked and determined to stay so.

And so here I am, at last: all suntan lotioned-up and ready to go on nude day number three, or rather to continue nude day number three. I head downstairs and out to the garden. The weather has been good so far this week but it's becoming increasingly muggy and humid and the weather forecast last night said there will be storms by the end of the week. As I step outside and slide the door shut behind me I see that the sky is a clear, pale blue that promises a very hot day ahead so I'm glad I decided to come out early.

I take a short walk around, staying well inside my safety line marked by the apple tree simply savouring the freedom I've come to enjoy so much. After my decision last night I am beginning to wonder if I ought to try naturism. I'd been terrified of someone seeing me that first morning but now... okay, I'm still nervous but it would be more than a bit erotic too. Of course, I'll be naked when Vince walks in tonight but that's not the same as a stranger seeing me. Would seeing me turn them on? God, after years of Vince's indifference it would be wonderful to turn someone on!

I lie down on the lounger and try to read but sexy thoughts keep intruding. I have to admit that the last couple of days have made me more randy than usual and I've been masturbating often. Yesterday, after I came in during the late afternoon, I spent the next three quarters of an hour pleasuring myself on the bed and it was only by the third orgasm that I felt satisfied. Despite those orgasms, when I was lying next to Vince last night I'd felt randy again. Perhaps I should have masturbated then because this morning I feel so... wanton, so full of sexual desire that I cannot help caressing my bare skin. 

It starts with my hand rubbing my thigh and hip but moves to my tummy, circling my belly button with my index finger. I cannot deny the urge to caress my boobs. I have to admit, I can feel that tingle of arousal that I am almost powerless to resist. I need to go inside but the thought of masturbating naked in my garden is doing weird things to my mind but that's nothing to the effect it's having on my pussy. I squirm my legs together and can feel the wetness oozing from me: that sensation was my undoing.

I lay back and open my legs a little to allow my hand access. My fingers reach down to trace my swollen labia; engorged, wet and gaping slightly they just beg to have my exploring digits slide between them. I try to be slow and steady and take my time but the knowledge of what I'm doing or, more accurately, where I'm doing it, is a huge stimulant. This is not fear of discovery -- well, perhaps a little -- but much more it is the thrill of pleasuring myself openly under the sky. My fingers curl deep inside me, seeking out my special spot at each thrust, while my other hand starts to strum my clitoris. Given how turned on I'm feeling I know I'll not last long but I'm still a little surprised (and disappointed) when moments later my orgasm detonates within me, racking me with delightful spasms and making me gasp noisily. 

The climax is intense but short lived, perhaps because all too quickly I become conscious again of where I am and find I need to look round to be sure I'm not being watched. Satisfied that no one is spying on me I relax, basking in the post-orgasmic afterglow. My fingers find my way into my mouth: I love the smell and taste of my pussy on them, my little bonus treat after I've cum as I suck them clean and, later, the subtle scent of sex on them as a reminder of the pleasure. I wonder if this is the same for everyone; do other women like the taste of themselves? What about men? I have sucked Vince off once or twice in the past but can't say I cared for the taste much; far too salty.

Much as I love the taste of me, I am thirsty: the heat, not to mention the sweating as I pleasured myself, makes me want a long drink and I realize as I reach down that I forgot to bring any water. I stand up and stretch languidly as I look over the fence into Mrs Featherstone's garden. The grass is long and overgrown now there is no one to tend it but there is a trail through it from the patio to the fishpond. I suspect one of the local cats is laying claim to the garden as part of its territory.

I turn and head to my house. Taking the door handle I press the little black latch to release the door so I can slide it open. It doesn't move but it is a bit temperamental sometimes so I press harder; there's a sharp click! and the latch drops to the ground. I stare at it in uncomprehending shock for a moment before hesitantly bending down to pick it up. I turn it over in my hand to see the dull silver glint at one end where the metal has snapped. Looking behind the handle of the sliding door I can see, even touch, the matching silver-ended rod where the arm of the latch continues to whatever mysterious mechanism is in there that actually unlatches the door. 

"Oh... fucking hell!" I exclaim loudly as I fight to contain the rising panic within me. While I can touch the broken end of the latch in the door, it is only just and certainly not enough to be able to move it and open the door. I glance around but I've no tools, even if I had the first idea of what tool would help. I'm locked out... stuck outdoors... and naked... "Fuckety, fuckety, FUCK!" I cannot help my voice rising in fear.

"Um, excuse me... what's the matter? Can I help?" The female voice behind me scares me rigid, quite literally for a moment, before I spin round, wide eyed and stumbling. Looking over the fence is a young woman and my horrified gaze takes in her slightly rounded, heart-shaped face and blonde hair that is close cropped at the sides, tousled and spikey on top and dyed violet at the ends. There is a look of nervous concern on her face but this doesn't stop me from taking a terrified step backwards. "Please, don't be scared," she adds and I resort to trying to cover myself with my hands and arms. I look at her, unable to speak. "Um, I'm your neighbour's granddaughter, my name's Nix," she tells me. "I'm staying here, for a while anyway, um... Look, you really sounded like you were in trouble, can I help at all?"

"I'm locked out!" I lament. I'm still ineffectually trying to cover myself until it occurs to me firstly, that this girl, Nix, has probably already seen pretty well all of me, either before she spoke or when I turned round and, secondly, I must look a complete prat, trying to hide my bits like some bashful schoolgirl. I'd need much more confidence if I was ever to try naturism. With an effort of will I straighten up and let my arms drop to my sides. "I'm sorry you have to see me like this," I say, trying for at least a modicum of dignity, "I was, well, sunbathing but now the door lock is broken and I'm shut out!" I cannot keep the panic from my voice.

"You don't need to apologise for looking like that," she says with a slight smile, "you have a very nice body." The comment is both flattering and a little disconcerting at the same time. "As to the broken lock... hmm... do you have a front door key hidden under a stone somewhere perhaps?"

"No, I'm afraid not," I tell her dejectedly when suddenly I remember something. "Oh, hang on a moment; Mrs Featherstone, I mean your Gran, we gave her a key when we went on holiday a couple of years back and I'm sure we never took it back."

"Great! Only... I don't know where it would be." Nix thinks for a moment. "I know; why don't you come in and help me find it?" Her voice is full of cheerful excitement as if this is all just some happy adventure. I don't feel that's all this is, not remotely, but her optimism is calming me a little.

"That sounds like a good idea, except I don't think I can climb over the fence," I point out but she just grins.

"Hopefully you won't have to..." she says and heads down the garden. I cross the patio and follow her along the fence as she keeps bending down to look for something. "Ah ha! Here we are!" she suddenly exclaims. To my surprise three of the vertical boards in the fence swing to one side creating a triangular opening; it's not huge but I'm just able to squeeze through. The fence board scrapes across my shoulder but a moment later I stand up and I'm able to see more than Nix's head for the first time.

As just over five foot seven I think I'm slightly above average height but Nix is a good four inches shorter. She is wearing an oversize man's soft cotton shirt, white with grey pinstripes and dotted with paint splashes and smears of many colours, the sleeves rolled up and the front unbuttoned... and nothing else! She has a tattoo across her lower tummy: a sort of vine with small leaves and red and pink flowers. There is a similar tattoo on her right wrist but this one has flowers of dark and pale blues. She is nearly as naked as I am, her cleavage and inner half of each boob are visible, her tummy and, below, her hairless mound and pussy that seem to draw my eyes. She is not fat but her body has a softness and roundedness. Cute and attractive are definitely the adjectives for her. 

I become aware that I've been staring when she says, "I can strip completely if you'd like a better look!" I drag my eyes up to her face, feeling totally embarrassed but she is grinning. "Come on into the house," she invites, sparing me further awkwardness, and turns to almost skip up to back door of her Gran's house. I follow but something is tugging at my memory: it must have been twelve or more years ago, a shy little blonde-haired girl who, for several weeks during each of three or four consecutive summer holidays, kept finding her way into my garden to play with Katie... "Nicola?" I ask. She turns in surprise and now she's bashful.


The Fun & Risks of an All-Over Tan Pt. 02



Here is the promised sequel to "The Fun & Risks of an All-over Tan". The original story was, I accept, somewhat abrupt in its ending - my excuse is the pressure of writing for a competition deadline! Hopefully this rather longer second part will give a more satisfying conclusion.

I hope you find it enjoyable and do, please, take a moment to rate the story. Feedback and comments are always very welcome as I love to hear the thoughts and opinions of readers.

As ever, I must give my very great thanks to Winterreisser for his diligent editing, encouragement and suggestions.

Happy reading,

Sue 

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Prologue

"'Do elves live in these woods?' he asked," I read in my Frodo voice.

"'Not that I ever heard,' said Pippin. Frodo was silent. He too was gazing eastward along the road, as if he had never seen it before. Suddenly he spoke, aloud but as if to himself, saying slowly:" 

I feel Dylan snuggle in against me as I sit on the bed next to him. I glance from the book, a big illustrated copy of 'The Lord of the Rings' that I borrowed from Dad when Dylan insisted that was the next book he wanted read at bedtimes after we finished reading 'The Hobbit'. At just under ten I suspect he may be a bit young for 'The Lord of the Rings' but he seems to have enjoyed the first two and a bit chapters so maybe I'm wrong.





The Fun & Risks of an All-Over Tan Pt. 02



"Oh... crap. I'd better stop then. What a shame; my tan's really coming on, don't you think?" I ask, glancing down as I hold my arms out to show them off. I look up and he's staring at me.

"Susan, are you alright? You seem a bit... different." His tone is part concern, part upset.

"I am Vince, don't worry about me. It was an idea just to spend these two weeks off just relaxing and sunbathing and reading - you know, some 'me time' - and I guess I just got a bit carried away with the sunbathing, that's all. Sorry," I add. I'm not sure he's much mollified so I move to go upstairs. "I'll go and slip my bathrobe on, shall I?" 

"That would be sensible," he agrees, nodding. While I'd had no expectation, or even desire, for him to leap on me in an excess of passion, his reaction is still a little disappointing.

It is just after ten as I climb into bed, naked again, and pull the sheet over me. Vince has said he's staying up to finish watching some crappy sci-fi film on the telly so I am alone as I settle down and close my eyes.

It is Wednesday so, incredibly, it is just a week since I first met and made love to Nix. In the week and a half I have been off from work I have dressed a few times; apart from this evening there was also the weekend (when Vince was around and, of course, I had to go shopping) and also when the door repair man was here on Monday morning. For the rest of the time, so much of it with Nix, nudity has been the order of the day. As a result, I have a rather good all-over tan; a really all-over and utterly line-free tan. Nix's tan is even better, since she seems to tan more readily than I do.

I am having an affair, a lesbian affair, with Nix and I'm captivated by her. She might, at nineteen and a half, be much the same age as my youngest daughter but she is so cute, sexy, affectionate, funny and admiring of me that my heart is hers. While Vince and I were never particularly passionate and had become gradually less so, I have to admit that I'm no longer making any effort at all with him. I wonder if he's noticed and, if he has, does he care? I yawn tiredly. If Vince really cares then it's time he made an effort to do something about our relationship...





The Fun & Risks of an All-Over Tan Pt. 02



"Okay, but I miss being at home, being with you," I confess. I'm aware that this conversation could become very gloomy, something I really don't want at our first meeting in days, so I tell her about the problems with emails and of the quirks and idiosyncrasies of my colleagues. 

The conversation becomes easier, though there is still that undercurrent of tension over what the future holds that I suspect will always be present.

With the coffee drunk we finally head homeward and I have to resist the urge to hold her hand. My strength of will in this matter proves vital as I hear a voice call "Mum!" Turning I see Katie hurrying towards me with a shopping bag in each hand.

"More clothes?" I ask as she hurries over.

"Just a few and they were all reduced in a sale," she says virtuously. Just then she notices that Nix is actually with me, giving her a questioning look.

"Katie, this is Nix. You've met her before, many years ago: she is the little girl who used to come into the garden from next door and play with you during the summer holidays."

"Oh, yeah, I think I remember. Nicola, yes? Your Granny lives next door; well lived I guess." I give Katie a disapproving look for her rather heartless comment

"I prefer it if people call me Nix," she replies. "Yes, Granny did live there until..." she doesn't finish. "What are you doing now, Katie?" Nix then asks, trying for something positive to talk about.

"I'm at Uni, Exeter, reading history. What are you doing... Nicola? 

"Well Katherine, I'm studying fine art at the University of Kent," Nix replies, obviously needled by Katie's deliberate use of 'Nicola'. Katie takes a deep breath, her eyes narrowing, so I intervene before she can speak.

"Katie, Nix, please," I plead. "Nix, Katie is just 'Katie'; that's her given name. And Katie, Nix has told you how she likes to be addressed so please respect that." Nix apologises but my daughter remains sullen and, though she grudgingly apologises, she says no more.

"Canterbury's not too far by train from here," I say to Nix to break the silence as we recommence the walk home, "so are you going to live here and commute or find somewhere in Canterbury?"

"I did wonder about selling up and buying somewhere nearer the University but, well there are a lot of memories in the house that make that harder than I thought it would be." Her words are perfectly innocent but I wonder whether those memories now include some of the things we've done together over the past fortnight. I desperately don't want to blush and give anything away to Katie.

"I can understand that, from what you've said about how you loved your Grandmother," I say. "There's also the fact that selling a house can be a horrible, stressful business on its own, even without emotional attachment issues." 

"Yes. Anyway, the fares are cheaper than the rent would be so it's just that I'd have an hour and a half's travelling each day."

"The place you're living next year is about twenty minutes' walk from the University isn't it Katie?" I ask, trying to engage her in the conversation. She hesitates but then admits that I'm correct.

"And at least it's in a nice part of the city. It's much better than the one we nearly took at first," she adds.

Fairly obviously I want Katie and Nix to get along, ideally to like each other as it would make things much easier if ever I have to tell Katie about our relationship. Unfortunately, though I manage to keep the conversation going for the walk home, there is definitely a tension between the two of them. I say goodbye to Nix as we pass her front gate with the briefest of kisses to her cheek. Nix's 'goodbye' is friendly enough but Katie is so curt as to be bordering on the rude. However, I've no wish for an argument in public so I wait until we're indoors before saying something.

"Katie, what the hell is the matter with you?" I demand, my frustration with her during the journey here boiling over at last. "You haven't seen Nix in years so why were you so rude?"

Katie glares at me before saying, "I don't like her. She was always so needy and clingy when she came over here back then, always wanting you to hug her and mummy her. And it was always, 'Katie, let Nicola play with that,' or 'Share your sweets with Nicola.'" I'm shocked by Katie's vehemence, but she hasn't finished. "Now she's back again and she's being all friendly and, and best buddies with you!"

"Yes, she is my friend and I've got on very well with her over the last couple of weeks since I met her again. I'm sorry about what happened when you were younger; I really thought you got along well with her in the past and, okay I admit it, I also felt sorry for her because I thought she was lonely. From what I know now, I was right: she wasn't happy at home at the time and now the Granny she loved is dead."

"Well, I'm sorry Mrs Featherstone is dead but... Mum, there's something about her I don't like, something about the way she is." Katie voice is hard. "And you seemed so desperate for her good opinion; it was a bit... sad, really."

"I didn't want her to think you were a rude little madam!" I retort. "I brought you up to be better than that." Finally I see some slight contrition.

"I don't mean to be a brat about it Mum but I can't help how I feel, sorry." It's an apology of sorts, I suppose but she is frowning at me. "Mum, Dad told me he's been worried about you. He said you'd been behaving differently lately. Is everything all right?" How did this suddenly end up being about me? More importantly, what has Vince said to her?

"I spent the last couple of weeks off work just chilling out so perhaps your Dad's just too used to me being stressed."

"Mum, I'm being serious and so was he," she hesitates, "He said he came home and you had no clothes on," she says a little awkwardly. Oh crap; how bad does that sound? What do I tell her, knowing that she's bound to repeat it to Vince? I can't admit to her I was sunbathing nude, especially as she knows Nix lives next door now.

"Okay, look. I'd been outside sunbathing and I came in and showered and, well, it was nice being undressed indoors. Your Dad came home early, for a change, and found me like that. I'm sorry if thinking of my naked body offends you but it was in my own home." She isn't impressed but, to my relief, she seems to accept it. She seems so uncomfortable thinking about my body that, hopefully, she'll be too embarrassed to discuss it much further or in any detail with her Dad. There's every chance that my half-lie should pass unchallenged.

While stopping at the coffee shop allows me to meet Nix after work once more during the week, it is not hugely satisfactory because it is so public. It makes me realize that Nix was more right than I realized with her comment about our doing this relationship backwards. These meetings over coffee should be where we get to learn more of each other, sharing the highs and lows of our days, talking about our ideas and hopes and dreams as we build towards love and passion... We do all that, well, some of it anyway, but always there is that undercurrent of disappointment that we are not kissing and hugging and caressing and, let's be honest, having sex. 

This leads to a slight worry: have we fast-forwarded through all the fun parts of a growing relationship? Perhaps it's just that long-married and apparently heterosexual women don't get to have gentle romances with gay women as they discover their bisexuality. It's a shame: I could really do with some romance.

Nevertheless, this morning I am going swimming where, quite by chance of course, I will bump into Nix. It's early but that means that the pool is quieter, with no children or families, so when we pass one of the family changing cubicles Nix is able to suggest we change there, "so we can keep chatting."

As soon as the door is closed behind us we are kissing hungrily, desperately, with hands touching and groping. I start undoing my skirt and we pull apart briefly to hastily strip before coming back together naked in each other's arms. "We're going to have to be so quiet, my love" I whisper.

"Good luck with that," she whispers back, grinning, as she pushes me, making me sit heavily on the narrow, hard plastic bench behind. She drops to kneel between my legs, prying them apart and opening them wide. I see her lick her lips as her head dives forwards and her mouth presses wetly against my cleft making me sigh. She licks me, her tongue swirling across my sensitive skin, tracing the edges of my sex. I bite my lips to stop from moaning as the caressing licks become invasive probing. Knowing where we are and the effort of staying quiet is bizarrely arousing, the thought that someone could be changing in the next cubicle as my girlfriend performs cunnilingus on me is so sexy and exciting.

The orgasm is building fast within me when we hear voices, a man and a woman by the sound of it. I expect her to ease off while the couple are around but she does just the opposite, her fingers pushing up inside me as her lips fasten around my clitoris to suck gently but oh so wonderfully. I grip the edge of the bench, my knuckles going white as I desperately try not to cry out. However, I cannot supress the gasps that escape me when my head tips back and my hips thrust forward, grinding into her face as an intense orgasm crashes through me.

I am still panting as I open my eyes to see her looking up at me smiling, her mouth glistening. She climbs to her feet and bends to kiss me. Her mouth tastes of my pussy and I savour the kiss. "You are so naughty," I tell her in a whisper.

"Are you complaining?" she asks teasingly. "Come on; help me get my swimming costume on."

"Don't I get to taste you back?" I complain quietly.

"We can't spend too long in here, people might notice," she points out, handing me a medium blue one-piece costume.

"Maybe afterwards then," I smile as I shake out the costume and hold it so she can step into it. I pull it up, helping her to slip her arms in and smoothing it over her beautiful body. Her nipples are hard points beneath the sheer, form-hugging fabric and I trail a fingernail along the crease of her cunt's cleft just visible between her legs.

"Now who's being naughty?" she murmurs. "You'd better stop before there's a big wet patch down there." Reluctantly I stop and put on the yellow bikini I'd been wearing before I stripped for the first time in my garden nearly three weeks ago. "Come on let's go for a swim, Suzie darling."





The Fun & Risks of an All-Over Tan Pt. 02



We both know where I am heading and she is still squirming but also becoming more vocal in her encouragement. As I shuffle down the bed she spreads her legs wide. Her gently puffed and slightly aroused pussy of earlier has become a swollen, gaping, glistening cunt and I feel a thrill at having caused this without laying a finger on it! The temptation to plunge into it, with fingers, tongue and mouth, to immerse myself in the hot, willing and delicious flesh is almost overwhelming but I force myself to continue slowly.

My kisses and lick now cover her pubis and mons, rewarding me with the taste of her nectar that her squirming as spread liberally across the skin of her sex. When my tongue finally caresses the edge of one engorged lip her cry of "Yes!" is a blend of excitement and pleading. 

I continue softly and delicately tasting her, gradually working inwards and licking deeper. My fingers touch her sex; I intend a gentle pressure so I slowly open her but she is so wet and so ready that two fingers glide inside her almost without resistance. She most certainly feels them though as her satisfied "Mmmmm, yes, Suzie!" declares. I curve my fingers up inside her to rub her g-spot with each soft thrust.

Things start to build more quickly now and I can feel her cunt tremble and clench as her orgasm starts to build. I try not to rush but there's a feeling of inevitability now, that to stop or even to delay too much would be cruel. She is not screaming but there are moans and whimpers. As I move slightly to position myself nearer I feel that my inner thighs are wet with my own juices oozing copiously.

I know how I will finish this and increase the force and tempo of my fingers and, moments later, clamp my mouth over the top of her pussy. My tongue burrows, seeking the hard nub of her clitoris and the moment it connects her hips buck and breaks the contact with my mouth, my fingers also almost pulling free. Did her cry count as a scream? She drops back onto the bed and I immediately repeat my assault; this time, however, I am prepared for her thrashing!

I ride her with my fingers and mouth, thrusting, licking and sucking. "Ah! Ah! Aah! Ahh!" her rhythmic cries get louder and louder and I feel her vaginal muscles convulse, squeezing and releasing my fingers. I continue thrusting and licking as her orgasm takes her and, incredibly, she continues to yell and thrash and convulse. Nix's body and her climax surround me and fill my senses. I feel my own body respond in sympathy with hers. My orgasm is neither particularly long nor intense but is nevertheless incredible: I have cum simply from bringing Nix to orgasm!

Her hand is pushing my head and I realize she wants me to stop which, reluctantly, I do. I sit up, slightly breathless myself, to look at her, lolling on the bed as post-orgasmic shivers tremble through her. I am filled by the smell and taste of her as I crawl forward to lie alongside her, enfolding her in my arms.

"Thank you, darling," she whispers, snuggling into me. "I have never cum as hard as you just made me; it was wonderful." Her words and what I have done make me feel very content and fulfilled.

We lie together and kiss and cuddle and then doze. Awaking, we make love again, a gentle mutual fingering as we kiss. A little reluctantly we finally get up and shower together, though the cubicle is too small to allow much more than kissing and hugging as we soap and rinse. We are both very mellow and peaceful after our lovemaking.

After our unhurried journey up to London Nix becomes my guide around the National Gallery. I agreed to come because it was something she seemed really interested in doing and I just wanted to be with her. However, she helps me to see, appreciate and understand the paintings in ways I haven't before so I enjoy the visit much more than I thought I would.

Despite a stop for coffee and pastries in the gallery café mid-afternoon, we are both hungry again by five o'clock. "Sex obviously gives me an appetite," I tell her.

"Mmm, me too," she agrees, "but we'll just have to settle for food!" We walk up through Leicester Square into Chinatown and pick a little restaurant to eat Peking duck and chow mien and crispy beef in chilli sauce, sweet and sour pork, stir-fried vegetables and rice until we are both full to bursting.

Arm in arm we wander Chinatown and Leicester Square for a while before heading home through the humid, noisy twilight. We lean together on the unexpectedly crowded tube and sit resting against each other on the train, her head on my shoulder and holding hands when there is no one around to see us.

Just before we reach home I pull her into an alleyway to kiss her deeply. "Thank you for the most wonderful day," I tell her.

"Thank you too. It's been one of the nicest days of my life," she replies. We kiss again but it is getting late so, reluctantly, we resume the final leg of our journey. Parting company at her gate is so hard but I must so I give her hand a brief squeeze before turning away with a last wave.





The Fun & Risks of an All-Over Tan Pt. 02



"Of course you do, Nix, you're gorgeous. You should try to meet someone, someone you can love and who loves you."

"I have met someone but she... I need another drink. You?" I nod and she stands. "I'll go," she says and heads towards the bar.

I know what she's saying: she wants me but I won't, I can't commit to her. But she loves me... If only Vince wasn't so determined to destroy my relationship with the girls then Nix and I could give it a go. God knows, the last weeks have proved there's nothing left between Vince and me and our marriage is dead in fact if not in name. I've even found myself trying to think of ways I can hurt him; not physically but emotionally, ways to upset him and wound his precious pride. I don't like what I'm becoming because I've never set out to do anyone deliberate harm before...

The clunk of the wineglass on the table startles me from my contemplation. I look up, ready to apologise for being miles away and see the look on Nix's face. "What's the matter," I ask, concerned.

"Um, I think you should come with me," she says ominously.

"Should I bring my drink?"

"It doesn't matter. Oh, probably best not to; just come on!" I follow her as she takes a circuitous route around the club, working our way towards the bar area. This is now much busier and more crowded than when we first arrived and we have to edge and squeeze our way between people. She grabs my hand and pulls me beside one of several pillars that run in a row parallel to the bar, at the edge of what would be the dance floor but is currently mostly the 'standing around talking' floor.

"Nix, what on earth is going on?" I ask in her ear. She turns, putting her cheek against mine to reply.

"Look to the right behind me, over by the bar: there's a tall blond bloke. Do you see him?" I look and after a few moments searching, I locate him.

"In a pale tee shirt, yes?"

"That's him. Now, to his left a little way there's a guy in a leather jacket." My eyes scan and I give a quick 'uh huh' when I see him. "Now, the bloke he's with..."

There are lots of people milling so I cannot see at first. Then I see his leather-clad left arm is on the waist of the man beside him, a man in a suit, by the looks of things, who holds up a banknote as he orders from the short-haired barwoman. Nix turns, her arm slipping around me. "What am I looking for?" I ask.

"Just... keep watching." The barwoman takes the note and suit man turns, handing a drink to leather jacket man. The shock of what I see goes through me like an electrical jolt. After a moment, mouth still gaping, I take an unsteady step forward. I must have made a mistake for this cannot be true. Nix stops me, her arm tugging me back.

"Vince?" I say weakly and turn to her. "It can't be him; it's just some guy who looks like him. We can get closer and then we'll see."

"Suzie, I was closer and, okay, I know I've only seen him in photos but I'm sure it's him." I look and 'Vince' is laughing with his leather jacketed friend and they draw closer, talking. I pull away from Nix, eyes fixed on the two men, and move towards them. There is an intimacy between them that excludes those around and suggests more than simple friendship. 

I'm sure it can't be Vince, I keep telling myself that, but that doesn't stop me from trying to get nearer without being noticed. Hastily I stare down at the floor when I realize that I'd be recognised instantly if it is Vince and he glances in my direction. I have to get closer; I want to see, to be sure, but I also want to hear them to know what they're saying to each other. 

I turn my head away and edge sideways towards the bar, peeping out of the corner of my eye to gauge my position. A gap opens and I slip in beside the bar, my back to the back of the man in the suit. I listen but the noise is too loud to hear the men until a change in the music track brings a momentary lull. "...got a hope, Tommy!" the man behind me laughs. "You keep dragging me here but I keep telling you I don't dance. Why can't we just go back to your place and get..." I don't know if it's the music getting louder or it's the roaring in my ears but I stop hearing his voice. Without a doubt it is Vince's voice and also his slightly nasal, braying laugh.

I turn slightly, a cold, sick feeling in my stomach, and can see Nix edging her way towards me. She looks at me questioningly and I nod at which her mouth becomes a hard line as she pushes her way quickly to my side. Her arms wrap around me, to hug and comfort and support. I hug her back, my head dropping onto her shoulder.

"It's him! I think I knew when I first saw him but didn't want to believe it. The man he's with is called Tommy and they've been here together before so..."

"Boyfriends?" she suggests and I nod. "The hypocritical shit!" she curses angrily. I feel her anger seeping into me, displacing the icy sickness; fire and fury builds inside and I want to shout and scream at him. Nix senses my mood and lifts my head to look me in the eye. "No, don't just react but let's think. We need a picture of them otherwise it's your word against his video." I can see she has pulled her phone out of her pocket. "Come this way."

She walks backwards drawing me with her and keeping me between her and Vince. I cannot resist a quick glance behind: they are still close together and talking. Nix raises the camera as if to photograph me and at the last moment changes the camera and to snap Vince and Tommy instead. "Come on darling," she calls out, "another one with you smiling this time!" Hesitantly I try to look as if I want to be photographed and there are a couple more flashes. "Come on Suzie! Strike a pose lover! Con-VINCE me!" she yells and gestures me to the right. There are another series of bright flashes as I spin to my right until I am facing Vince and can see he has turned at Nix's cry. He looks happy but a little startled in the flashing of Nix's camera, a drink in his right hand and his left resting satisfyingly incriminatingly on Tommy's arm.

He blinks, no doubt trying to clear his eyes of the afterimages of the flash as I step closer. "Hello Vince," I say coldly. "If you'd care to come over, Nix and I would like to talk with you." I turn and walk away. Nix smiles at Vince, holding up her phone and wiggling it at him. I take her arm as I pass and we head back to our drinks. I don't look back: I'm not giving him any reason to think I'm desperate to talk to him. Actually, what I want is not so much to talk to him as to haul his vindictive, lying arse over red-hot coals for the way he's treated me.

Happily, our drinks are still on the table as we re-seat ourselves, Nix slipping into the right hand seat ahead of me, before looking to see if Vince has followed. There is a fearful moment when I suddenly worry that he'll be rushing home to show Katie that video... but no, here he is, stomping towards us with Tommy bobbing along behind and wearing a confused look on his face.

"What a surprise to meet my husband in a gay club with his... boyfriend? Are you his boyfriend Tommy?" I ask.

"Uh? I guess... what?" he replies uncertainly. Yup, none too bright is Tommy-boy. 

I turn to look up at Vince. "So, what was it you said to me? That you refuse to be cuckolded by some queer punk-girl slut because your wife's become a raving dyke? You hypocritical, cock-sucking bastard!" My voice is rising. "How long?" I shout. "How long have you been seeing him? Is, is he the first? Did you know you liked men when we married? What do you... do you..." I am becoming incoherent, my anger and frustration jamming my brain. I feel Nix take my hands and squeeze them gently.

"Suzie, you have to give the hypocritical, cock-sucking bastard a chance to answer you my darling." She looks up at the two men. "Perhaps you should sit down, both of you."

"Would saying sorry help?" Vince asks as he sits but takes one look at my face and adds, "No, no, obviously not."

"No, it won't. Now, answer my questions, you shit," I hiss at him. 

He confesses, slowly and awkwardly, that his first time was some fifteen years ago: a chance meeting on a business trip when he'd got drunk and ended up going back to some guy's hotel room. "I swore it would never happen again, that it had been a one-off drunken mistake, but... I kept wondering, wanting to do it again, to..." He shakes his head. "I didn't want to hurt you or the girls, I really didn't so I couldn't tell you what I'd done and, fuck it, I'm not gay, not really." Hearing his excuses and his denial of his sexuality re-ignites my anger.

"Well, you could have fooled me!" Tommy exclaims before I can say anything. "You looked pretty gay to me with my cock in your mouth, honey!" Nix laughs but I, like Queen Victoria, am not amused.

"So it's okay for you to have gay sex with your toy-boy lovers, to barely touch me and, when you do, to be no more than dutiful..."

"I'm sorry, Susan, I tried to do the right thing and to satisfy you, physically. I know I wasn't very good but I never meant to hurt you."

"But you did! The lack of love was bad enough, and maybe you didn't mean to hurt me in that way, but when I found someone who loved and adored me both emotionally and physically, you deliberately tried to destroy that and keep us apart! You meant that and it was cruel and vindictive... and hypocritical. When you found out about Nix and me that was your time to confess about Tommy and your other lovers. Instead you insulted me, called me names; you bullied and threatened to shame me to our daughters. Why, Vince? Why try and keep Nix and me apart?"

"I... was ashamed of what I was. God, if I my parents or brother ever found out... I couldn't let the girls down either and break up our marriage so I never told you about... what I'd done. And then I thought you were having an affair and I was so shocked when I found out that it was with a girl. I was angry too and, I know it's ridiculous, but I felt betrayed that, that..." he looks down, unable to meet my gaze, "that you were so desperate for sex that you'd sleep with a woman. I didn't want our marriage to end like that, with you going off with her. People would look at me and ask what kind of man ends up turning his wife into a lesbian..."

"The kind of man who prefers to fuck guys rather than his wife, maybe? You arsehole!" exclaims Nix and, though it's a pretty fair assessment of Vince and his behaviour, I hush her. Now, for the first time in years, we are being open and honest with each other. I have loved him, in the past, and while it's no longer love, I do care about him, a little. More than that though, I want this to end in a way that doesn't hurt Helena and Katie.

"Our marriage is over, you know that Vince?" I ask, without anger or spite. I see his nod, though he remains staring down at the table. "It was dying anyway but after all this, how you threatened and treated me... it's over. I'm not interested in revenge, Vince; I just want to be happy... I want the chance to be with Nix and see how that goes. Like you, I really don't want to hurt our daughters. Shit, I don't want our parents or friends upset either. But, Vince look at me," I demand and he raises his head slowly. "I am not taking the blame for this. We can tell Helena and Katie that we're going to separate, tell friends and family. It can be a mutual, no blame parting."

"I'll move out, I guess," he says quietly.

"Maybe," I tell him and then look across at Nix, "but perhaps there's someone I can stay with?" A smile, intensely happy and radiant, grows on her face like sun breaking through clouds.

"Oh yes, absolutely!" she confirms joyfully and leans in to kiss me on the mouth. The kiss is quite brief and I turn back to Vince.

"Vince, I'm not going to shout my sexuality from the rooftops; I know there's still a great deal of prejudice and bigotry in the world, even if things are much better than when we were young. However, I'm not going to deny it either and if Nix and I stay together then, in time, our friends are going to know that I'm a lesbian." He nods but there is fear in his eyes. "What you choose to do is up to you but I do think we need to be honest with Helena and Katie; we should tell them soon."

"But what if they... what if it upsets them?"

"Vince, they're both adults now. It will be a shock to them, I'm sure, but if we show that we accept each other then, well, it'll help them accept it too." He still looks scared and unsure but I can't see any point in saying more now. Anyway, the girlfriend that, a few hours ago I thought I'd never be with again is sitting beside me and I want to start enjoying the future that is now opening up as a possibility. "Right, Tommy!" he gives a start at my exclamation of his name. "It's time for you to take Vince, take your boyfriend, back to the bar and buy him a stiff drink or two and remind him that life and love go on. I, meanwhile, intend to finish my drink with my girlfriend here," I savour saying the word 'girlfriend', "and then I feel I shall want to dance with her, quite a lot!" 

"And drink more and then more dancing!" she enthuses.

Tommy slips out of his seat and holds out his hand to Vince, encouraging him to follow, which he does, slowly. "Look after him, Tommy, please?" I ask and he nods with a slight smile. He reminds me of Helena, suddenly discovering that being a grown up, being responsible, can feel good too. "Vince, if you go home don't worry about me; I think I might be out all night so don't wait up."





The Fun & Risks of an All-Over Tan



"You remember me?"

"Yes, though I hardly recognise you from the cute, shy and rather solemn little girl in pigtails you were then!" I nearly add that she's still very cute but stop myself; that would have been awkward, not to mention inappropriate.

"I could say the same about the big, cuddly Mummy next door who used to give me such nice hugs when I fell over and milk and chocolate biscuits. You look stunning, Mrs Jenkins, beautiful..." she says earnestly and now I really am blushing.

"Touchez!" I smile. "Nicola, I mean Nix," I correct myself and she nods in approval, "I think you should call me Susan; I mean, given, er, how we've seen each other."

"Of course Susan," she replies happily. "It's hard to be naked and formal, isn't it?" We enter the house and it's as I remember from my few past visits; the décor is dated and a little tired but the kitchen is neat, though there are a couple of plates and a cup in the sink that Mrs Featherstone would never have tolerated.

"Might I have a glass of water?" I ask. "I was on my way in to get a drink when all this started."

"Oh, of course you can Susan. I can make tea or coffee if you prefer, or perhaps something stronger?" I tell her water is fine and, after a couple of false starts, she finds the cupboard with the glasses in and fills it for me. "Sorry, I still don't know my way around this kitchen. Please, sit down for a minute; you look very hot and stressed." She's right, I am and I sit on one of the chairs beside the small table and she takes the other.

"Er, how long have you been here?" I ask. I had assumed she had arrived this morning but the comment about still not knowing her way around and the items in the sink suggest otherwise.

"Oh, since the weekend; Saturday afternoon to be exact."

"Ah..." I hesitate. "So had you seen me, er, sunbathing?" She smiles and nods.

"Yes," she replies, "but Susan, you really have no need to feel embarrassed: you're gor... I mean you have a lovely body." That's the second time she's complimented my appearance; this girl is certainly good for my ego! I feel a little tingle of pleasure at her admiration and sip the water to cover my uncertainly at what to say in reply. "Would you like me to find you something to wear so you can cover up?" she offers and I hesitate, tempted by her suggestion but, why should I? I vowed to stay naked all day and anyway, she's seen every bit of me now and I've survived my first naked encounter with a stranger.

"No, I'm okay like this, if you really don't mind."

"No, Susan, I really, really do not mind!" she replies grinning. "I never thought I'd be sitting here naked with Katie's lovely Mummy."

"I don't think I expected to here like this with you either!" I smile back. I'm surprised by how comfortable I'm feeling sitting here in the nude, though Nix's body, especially her hairless mound, keeps drawing my eye. "So, when did little Nicola become Nix?" I ask to distract myself.

"Ah, that would have been in Year Nine when I'd just turned fourteen. I felt, like, really miserable and hated life at home and just hated Mum trying to make me dress and behave all sweet and demure and feminine. Ugh! I started wearing black, dyed my hair black, black lipstick and heavy eyeliner..."

"You went Goth?"

"Yeah, basically. Anyway, friends called me Nicki back then but when I read that Nyx was the Greek goddess of the night, well, how could I not want to be called that?" She smiles and I nod.

"So you've kept the name but not the Goth style then," I observe, draining the last of the water and feeling a little calmer and cooler.

"Sure. Being an art student it's good to have you own style and a cool name," she laughs. "Anyway, shall we get back to the task at hand?" she continues in a more business-like manner. "Where would Granny keep your keys?"

"I've no idea: in a drawer, maybe, or on a shelf or in a jar or hung up on a hook... who knows?" I conclude a little hopelessly. We begin our search in the sitting room. There is no sign of them on any of the bookcase shelves or the mantelpiece. The dark oak bureau in the corner of the room looks promising but, after fifteen minutes of searching through the little drawers in the top section and the larger drawers below, sifting through masses of paperwork and documents, we decide they're not there.

"I suppose I ought to go through all of this and see if there's anything important," Nix says heavily. "I ought to be a responsible and adult now I'm a property owner I suppose." I look at her in surprise.

"You own, what, this house?" I ask and she nods.

"Granny left it to me in her will. She and Mum fell out years ago. Just before they married Mum became a Christian, like Dad, and pretty fundamentalist too. I don't know how well you knew her but Granny was an atheist and she had no time for 'all that god mumbo-jumbo' as she put it. I know Granny disapproved of the way they raised me: all bible stories, hell and damnation and women knowing their place; I think that last thing really upset her because she was also a staunch feminist. Anyway, for a few years when I was little, just five the first time, she persuaded Mum and Dad to let me come and stay for a few weeks during the summer, which was when you met me. I loved coming into your garden and playing with Katie and seeing you."

"What happened; why did you stop coming?" I ask.

"I made the mistake of repeating things Granny said; I guess I was starting to share her opinions." She gives a grim smile, "Things like questioning why the Book of Genesis doesn't mention dinosaurs, or how a loving god could allow natural disasters or condemn innocent to hell for not being baptised, or how all humans could come from two people without their children committing incest. I think it was this last question that did it; I was nine at the time and I asked the teacher it in front of everyone at Sunday school!" She smiles and I laugh. 

"I'll bet that didn't go down well."

"Absolutely not: Mum and Dad were furious and that was end of my visits here. It was hard not being able to see Katie and you, at least for one last time if only to say goodbye, but not seeing Granny was horrible." I commiserate with her. "As you can probably guess, it didn't help my relationship with Mum and Dad one bit; I've gone on to be an increasing disappointment to them as I've got older."

"Did you get to see your Granny at all as you've grown up?" I ask.

"We kept in contact by phone and she'd come and meet me in parks and cafes and the like until it became too difficult for her. I've visited when I can over the last couple of years but it's been hard with school and parental interference, especially since, um..." she hesitates, leaving whatever it was unsaid. "Thankfully, I did get to see her before she died and I was there with her in hospital at the end." There is deep sadness in her voice and I reach out and rub her shoulder.

"Janet was always such a spirited woman and it sounds like she obviously loved you," I tell her and Nix nods. I can see tears welling in her eyes and she turns a little, a subtle movement towards me as if seeking shelter from the pain of loss. Instinctively I pull her into a hug to comfort her. She immediately relaxes into my embrace, her cheek resting just below my shoulder as her arms wrap around me. I may have been thinking of the little girl with the grazed knee that I'd hugged all those years ago but in my arms now is a woman, and a semi-naked one at that; I clearly hadn't considered our states of undress and semi-dress when I started this! 

There follows a very conflicted moment for me: I am acutely aware of our naked skin in contact, the flesh of her boobs and tummy and thighs are pressed against mine, a sensation at once very pleasant but also, given that Nix is the same age as my daughter, highly uncomfortable; I'm giving her a hug for comfort and consolation as I had in the past but this doesn't feel like I'm being a surrogate mother to her now; in truth she is virtually a stranger and yet here we are, like this ... Part of me wants to pull away but I rationalize that this would be unkind and would upset Nix. The reality is that I am enjoying the feeling of closeness too much.

"I'm, er, sorry," I say as she gently pulls away, "you looked like you needed a hug. I didn't mean to make you feel awkward..."

"Susan, you didn't. That was a very kind thing to do and possibly the nicest hug I've had in a very long time."

"For me too," I admit and then feel guilty for saying that; Nix doesn't need to know my marital problems. She doesn't say anything, but there is a look of interest on her face. "Well, it doesn't look like there are any keys in here," I say, changing the subject.

"No. Let's try the dining room." There is a large Welsh dresser in the dining room with various plates and dishes on the shelves but there are no keys on the shelves nor in a yellow china butter dish, with 'Guernsey' written on the side and a model cow on the lid as a handle, and that is full of odd buttons, washers, fuses, a thimble and an unopened hearing-aid battery. I check the two drawers but without success, as Nix crouches down to search the cupboards underneath. While she is still rummaging I notice a pad of paper on the dining table. 

It is laying face-down and out of sheer curiosity I turn it over; it's an artist's sketch pad. Nix mentioned being an art student so my interest is heightened further. I flick through the pages and there are various drawings and sketches, mainly objects or scenes but a few of people and one or two dogs. I turn another page and my heart stops. There is a familiar-looking woman seen from above, naked, and laying on a narrow bed. Over the page is another nude; I suspect it's the same woman but her face is hidden by the book she's holding as if she's reading. The third is of the woman lying on her front with her bum towards the artist. The viewpoint is always high above and the angle the same in each drawing and, while the details are a little vague, I am certain that these drawings are of me on the sun lounger. I turn to the next page and gasp "Oh fuck!" in shock. It is me again but not lying demurely this time. The most shocking thing is the way my head is tilted back, with my eyes closed and mouth slightly open, while my hand rests between my legs. This pose is not to preserve my modesty, just the opposite: this was sketched this morning and I am in the throes of my orgasm!

"Oh shit, Susan, I'm sorry," Nix has come up behind me and her hand tentatively touches my shoulder. I shake it off but I'm too stunned to move away. My eyes are transfixed by the image in front of me. Actually, the sketch is very good, drawn with skill and an elegance of line and... well, if I hadn't been the subject I might have appreciated the eroticism of the drawing. Oh my god; is that how Nix sees me? 

"Why?" I whisper, "Why draw me like that? Why draw me naked at all?" My voice is plaintive.

"I could say that you gave me a chance to practise my life drawing," she says carefully.

"You could say?" I ask, crossly, as I turn to face her, "Meaning that's not the truth?"

"Well, maybe it's not the whole truth. You are very lovely, Susan." She hesitates and I can see she is nervous and uncomfortable. I have an inexplicable urge to put my arms around her to comfort her, to feel her close, but I remind myself that I am upset about the fact that she drew me naked and, worse, watched me masturbate. That she finds me attractive is flattering... No! I'm definitely upset with this cute and pretty... Stop it! I tell myself to get a grip.

"What is it?" I ask, albeit less sternly, given the discomfort she is showing.

"Okay..." she takes a deep breath. "If I told you that about three years ago Dad said that something he'd heard I'd done made me an 'abomination', would that mean anything?"

"Beyond that he obviously didn't like it, no, not really. What had you done? It must have been something pretty appalling."

"I... I kissed a girl." I stare at her for a moment. "I mean like properly-tongues-and-all kissed her," she adds. "It was after an end of year school barbecue and dance and, unfortunately, Mum saw Lucy and me snogging." Nix looks terrified as she stands awaiting my response.

"Are you telling me that you're, what, a lesbian?" She nods. "Nix, that's not abominable, it's just the way you are."

"So, you don't have a problem that I'm gay?" she asks in a voice comprising equal parts surprise and relief.

"No, why would I? I have to admit that I wondered for a while about Helena, my eldest, whether she might be gay. In the sixth form and when she first went to university all she seemed to have were female friends. She has a boyfriend now though."

"Perhaps she's bisexual," Nix suggests. I suspect she may be testing my response but it's a fair point and I just shrug.

"Maybe. My only concern is that, if one of the girls is gay, they can find someone to love them as they are and that they don't suffer the prejudiced attitudes that you've obviously encountered," I tell her honestly. "Nix, what has this got to do with you drawing... me... oh..." The things she's said suddenly take on a subtly different meaning. "Um... Attractive? Me, really?"

"Sorry, I don't mean to freak you out Susan. I can't help it. I've always had the fondest of memories of you but when I saw you in your bikini on Monday I was amazed: the cuddly Mummy I remembered had become like a total MILF!"

"MILF?" I had encountered the term but never knew what it meant.

"Er, Mum I'd Like to Fuck," she answers and at least has the decency to blush, albeit cutely. "Of course when I looked out later you were completely starkers and, well... Susan you are stunning and I just had to sketch you." It is actually me that is stunned: this girl, this woman, this cute and very pretty young woman, has basically just said she wants to fuck me!

"I don't know if asking this is wise but, when you saw me this morning, what did you... I mean, didn't you find it a bit... wrong, me doing that in the garden?"

"Susan, it was fucking awesome! Sorry for swearing but it was! It turned me on -- a lot!" she admits shyly. This conversation was becoming surreal; not only was what she was saying incredible, there were also the emotions she was triggering in me. I found my eyes wandering and fought to focus on her face, which simply left the sudden urge to kiss her to deal with.

I had wished for someone to find me attractive and here she was. "Be careful what you wish for," I mutter to myself. Her hand reaches up to cup my cheek, her thumb caressing gently and a look of adoration in her eyes.

"You have no idea the things I've been wishing for over the last couple of days," she says quietly, "or how many wishes have already come true this morning... and you're still here." I am so nervous right now but I'm not sure whether it's fear of something happening between us or fear that it doesn't; perhaps it is both. "Can I do something to you that might or might not be thought abominable?" she asks. I know at once what she means and the thought of it makes me unexpectedly and inexplicably shiver in anticipation.

"I... I don't think I'd think it would be abominable," I manage to croak and she leans in, raising her lips to mine. I try to tell myself, as she begins to get close, that it is just going to be another kiss, maybe a bit more risqué that those in the past because we're both women but that I'll be able to think afterwards, 'Well, that was okay but not as good as kissing Vince.' Oh, how wrong I am...

Her lips are soft and warm and feel lovely against mine. I wait for her to pull away, not wanting to be the one to end it too soon, but she doesn't. I feel her mouth open slightly and there is a little thrill inside me. Her tongue caresses my top lip and instinctively my mouth open a little too. I suppose I would have been disappointed if I hadn't felt her tongue slip softly between my lips because it feels wonderful when it does. Tentatively I brush her tongue with mine and relax my jaw, widening my mouth and inviting her to kiss me more deeply. Slowly and tenderly she does and she enters me. That's how it feels: it is loving and gentle but I am allowing a woman to enter part of my body. When her tongue withdraws I hesitate before nervously and briefly dipping my tongue into her mouth.

The kiss ends, though I have no idea how long it lasted. My legs feel weak and I drop back to perch my bum on the edge of the dining table for support. "That wasn't supposed to be like that."

"I'm sorry you didn't like it," she says sadly.

"Nix, not liking it wasn't the problem," I tell her. "I fully expected not to like it or perhaps to think it was okay but nothing special but... oh god it I was wonderful. I liked it, Nix; I liked it far too much." Her smile is huge and she moves towards me again but I hold up my hand. "Nix, I can't really deal with all this right now; I'm still locked out of my house, remember."

"You're right, I'm sorry," she backs off. "I guess we'll have to look upstairs, in the bedroom." The gleam in her eye is rather worrying but we've exhausted the rooms down here. We head out into the hall and I see the little table that has an old-fashioned beige telephone sitting on it that I'd noticed previously. It also has a single small drawer underneath.

"What about in there?" I suggest, pointing at the table. Nix reacts as if noticing the table for the first time, which perhaps she is.

"Let's have a look." We walk side by side, our arms brushing together. I still feel that strange excitement as when we kissed and I know that, if I let it, something could happen between us. Do I want it to? No, now is not the time to think about this; I must concentrate on getting back in the house.

I pull open the drawer and there is a small blue-covered book with 'Telephone Numbers' printed in gold on the front, the peculiar gas-meter box key, a thin, pen-sized torch, a short screwdriver and, right at the back, a keyring with a Lego mini-figure of Harry Potter that I recognise as once belonging to Helena. Sure enough there are two keys attached: a Yale lock key and a Chubb deadlock key. "Yes!" I exclaim.

"Are they them?" Nix asks and I nod.

"These are the two front door keys," I tell her. "The only problem now is getting into the house in my present state."

"I'm sure there's something upstairs you could wear; it might not be fashionable but it would cover you up... What's wrong with that?" she asks as she sees the expression on my face.

"Oh, I'm being silly," I tell her a little uncomfortably.

"Well?"

"Okay... I, er, well you know that today's the longest day of the year? Well I sort of promised myself that I'd spend the whole day naked... stop giggling!"

"What do you expect me to do when you tell me that?" she grins. "We could do it though, couldn't we? I mean, there's no one around in the middle of the day."

"They may not be on the street but they could be looking out of their windows!" I protest, "and... we?"

"Well, I wouldn't be much of a friend if I didn't support you, would I?" she says kindly, "Plus doing it would be like a mega-turn-on!" 

"Or terminally embarrassing if we get caught," I laugh. "Oh, sod it, let's do it!"

"Yes!" she exclaims excitedly and shrugs her shirt off. I expected, having seen her virtually naked -- her open shirt doing almost nothing to cover her up -- that seeing Nix completely nude would make little difference. This turns out to be yet another thing I'm totally wrong about: stripped bare she is utterly and erotically gorgeous. I notice that the delicate tattoo of the vine with its leaves and flowers isn't just across her tummy but encircles her waist completely, like an intricate body chain. It looks wonderful on her. I want to touch her, to run my fingers around that girdling tattoo, to hold and caress her beautiful body. 




The Fun & Risks of an All-Over Tan



Despite the strange feelings she's been giving me since we met, it is still a shock to realize that I fancy her. I, a woman indifferently happily married for over twenty years, am sexually attracted to a girl! I had thought earlier that something could happen between us; I now suspect that part of me really wants that. She laughs as she performs a naked pirouette. 

"You're enjoying this, aren't you?" I observe, trying to drag my mind back to what we're planning to do. Damn, she is so distracting!

"Perhaps just a bit," she concedes as she leads the way to the front door. She opens it a crack and outside the sunlight is blinding after the gloom of the hallway. A car passes outside and there is quiet after. "Okay, so we walk down the path..."

"Er, run, perhaps?" I suggest.

"Okay, we run down the path, along the pavement and up to your house. Okay?" she asks and I nod nervously. "Please don't hang around opening the door!"

"I thought this was a mega-turn-on?" I ask teasingly.

"Yeah, doing it will be; getting caught by one of the neighbours, less so."

"Very true, so I'll make sure that I have the key ready in my hand. Okay, let's see if the coast is clear." We peer around and see no one, no one in their gardens, no one walking their dog or out for a stroll. 

"All clear?" she asks and I nod. We step across the threshold and without words our hands join as she pulls the door closed behind us.

"Will you be able to get back in?" I ask in a sudden panic.

"Yes, the back door is open. Now come on, we're outside naked, remember?" She tugs my hand as she begins to run and I follow. We jog down the short path and turn onto the pavement towards my house. We hear an engine behind us and as one we turn and look over our shoulders: there is a bright green van approaching. We hurry but bare feet on the hot, sun-baked tarmac of the pavement is painful and we both run timidly, trying to minimise the discomfort with short, tip-toe steps.

The van sweeps past us and the lettering on the side declares it to be a 'PARCEL PAL Home delivery' van. It pulls up in front of the house two doors further down the road and the driver's wide-eyed face immediately pops out of the window staring back at us. Nix waves to him and calls out, "Afternoon, mate. What a day, eh? No matter how much you take off, it's still too hot!" and bursts into laughter as we turn and head up my garden path. The path's paving slabs are less painful on our feet and we speed up, running to my front door.

The key scrabbles at the lock as I try to insert it into the keyhole, nerves and haste making me clumsy. Finally, after what seems like forever but is probably only a few seconds, the key slides home with a rasp and I turn it, pushing the door open. I stumble through and turn, seeing Nix give the still-staring delivery driver one last wave as I pull her inside and slam the door.

We stare at each other for a moment. "So, no matter how much we take off we're still too hot?" I ask and with that we're both laughing, the backwash of adrenaline turning the laughter to hysterics. I feel my heart swell within me, an upsurge of affection, or love maybe, for this cute, vivacious girl who makes me feel so alive.

The laughter passes, fading to chuckles until we're left looking at each other. "Perhaps the more we take off the hotter we become," she says and I step a little closer. "You were hot in your bikini, but so much hotter naked."

"Just as you when you took your shirt off..." I murmur and can feel my nipples have tightened to hard points. "You are a beautiful girl, Nix. You make me want... to do things..." It was true, she did. I had never considered lesbian sex, never felt in the least bit curious. Oh, I knew lesbians existed in much the same way as wombats or desert islands existed; they might be real but they played no part in my life. Now Nix, with her fascination with me, her admiration and flirtation, had opened some kind of floodgate within me. If Vince isn't interested in me, then fuck him because it seems Nix most certainly is and if she wants to have sex with me then, nervous as I am, I am hers for the taking.

She seems to read my thoughts when she suddenly she lunges towards me, her mouth raised to engage with mine as she drives me back against the wall. My mouth opens to her, her tongue plunging in as my arms wrap around her. Her hand enfolds my left boob, squeezing it gently. "Ah, yes..." I moan into the kiss.

Her body is pressed against mine and it feels wonderful. My hand slides down to cup her bum cheek and gives it a reciprocal squeeze as I kiss her back. I can feel my pussy responding, the tingle of arousal that is rapidly building as her fingers deftly tweak and caress my nipple. 

She breaks off from the kiss and I open my eyes in disappointment that is short lived when her mouth moves to enclose my right nipple. "Oh god that feels so nice," I tell her.

"Good," Nix interrupts her nipple sucking to reply. "It can get a lot better though!"

"Nix, I've, I've never done anything like this with a woman." She stops sucking again to look up into my eyes.

"Susan, I don't want to do anything you're unhappy with, anything you don't want to do."

"Oh Nix, you're so lovely. I think I want to do... lots of things with you but I'm nervous."

"Susan, I want you so much," she says and my heart is beating fast as I take her hands.

"Do you want... to make love to me?" I ask, my voice a nervous whisper "We could, you know, go to bed." My nipples are tingling and I can feel I am wet. I can't remember the last time Vince turned me on this much even as he entered me; Nix has done this with kisses and caresses and just her desire for me.

"Susan, I have wanted that since the moment I saw you from the bedroom window." I turn and walk up the stairs, my hand drawing her behind me. In the bedroom I rip the duvet from the bed to leave it in a heap on the floor before climbing onto the bed to lie back. Nix kneels on the bed beside me, resting softly beside my hip. Her face is beautiful and her full breasts, with their brown aureoles and hard, swollen nipples are so tempting that I cannot resist reaching up to fondle them. She smiles at me, her gaze full of affection. "Nervous?" she asks and I nod. "Me too," she admits.

"Really?" I ask in surprise.

"Yes. I want this to be perfect and magical for you," she explains as I reach up with my other hand, slipping it behind her neck to pull her towards me.

"It will be Nix my love," I tell her quietly just as our lips meet. The kiss is long and sustained as we explore each other's mouths with our tongues while our hands caress and squeeze boobs and nipples. She seems in no hurry to move on so I am free to enjoy this prolonged foreplay. When I have time alone I spend it like this, savouring a long, gentle arousal, but neither Vince nor Kevin, the only other lover I've had, before I married of course, has ever taken time to enjoy the pleasure of touch and gradual arousal.

Nix's mouth slips from mine as she trails kisses down my jaw to my neck. I twist my head to allow her free access but she doesn't stop as she continues downwards. Kisses trail over the front of my shoulder where her head nestled during that first hug when I comforted her over her Grandmother's death. As her lips now contact the skin of my boob I give a little tremble of anticipation that makes her chuckle. 

"Aaah, Nix that's so good," I sigh as her mouth encloses my nipple once more and she sucks, giving it the most wonderful gentle kneading. At the same time her right hand brushes my left leg just above the knee. The touch is light, a soft caress that moves up my leg, over my hip and across my abdomen just above my pubis, before travelling down the right leg. I can feel the heat between my legs and the wetness and I widen my legs, longing for her to touch my most intimate flesh. "Please, Nix, touch me," I beg and she raises her head, regarding me with a wicked smile.

"Suzie, I am touching you." Her calling me 'Suzie' makes me go all gooey inside; I've never been called a pet name by a lover before.

"Nix, you know what I mean!" I protest. "I want you to touch me down there!" She puts on a bewildered face, pretending not to understand. "Aw, Nix, please: touch my pussy!"

"Hmm, no cat in here," she teases mercilessly. "You'll have to tell me exactly what you mean."

"My, my vagina!" I gasp, "I want your fingers in my vaj, now! Please!"

"Hehe," she laughs, "I thought you'd never ask. We need to work on your language though: it's far too polite!" To my delight she finally slips two fingers between my gaping, swollen labia. "Fuck, Suzie, you're dripping!" she says happily and I give a sigh of intense pleasure at the feel of her inside me at last. 

I glance at her and see she is kneeling close beside me still, her legs slightly apart and I cannot resist. I slide my hand between her cute, shapely thighs and curl my index finger, tracing it along the wet, oozing line of her pussy. To my delight she squeals in complete surprise at my stealthy digit. The second caress elicits a soft "Mmmm!" of enjoyment so I continue. "You can do more than that if you want," she tells me as her own fingers dip and slither inside me.

"What would that be?" I ask innocently, "I'm new to this so you'll have to tell me."

"Oh, so that's the way it's going to be," she says, her eyes narrowing. "Well, I want you to push those innocent, newbie fingers right up into my sopping cunt." Though I'm a little shocked by her use of the C word, I don't need a second invitation and copy her actions as I enter her with two fingers. I know what the inside of a pussy feels like, having explored mine daily, but my fingers inside another woman feel so different. 

When I finger myself it is the feelings I get from my pussy that dominate; fingering Nix I am incredibly aware of the hot and slippery walls of her vagina, the soft, undulating walls that contract gently as she clenches around my fingers. I push slowly until they are fully inside her. Her fingering of me has stopped as I do this so now we are together, filling each other's pussies, each other's cunts with our fingers. "Nix, having my fingers in your... your cunt feels amazing," I tell her.

"They feel so good to me too," she assures me, "Now, copy what I do, Suzie. I want us to cum together." She begins slowly to fuck me with her fingers and I copy as instructed. She is superb at this, her fingers curling to rub my g-spot every second or third stroke. It takes a few strokes and some exploration but I locate her sensitive place eventually and try to match the hit-and-miss rhythm as she builds the tempo. "Oh, that feels good," she tells me.

"Same here," I reply, "my cunt loves what you're doing to it. Nnnnn!" I gasp as her thumb rubs over the top of my pussy, applying a gentle but delightful pressure on my clitoris.

"Is that goo...-aaahhhh!" my own thumb presses just a little harder and I smile. It is getting harder to focus as the stimulation on my button increases. My thumb slips between her labia and rubs the solid nub directly and she does the same to me. My breathing is hard and fast and we are both getting close as our fingers fuck our lover's pussy frantically. Nix gives a groan and I feel her tremble inside. I am so close too, my climax imminent as I feel the tension building within the core of my sex. I can tell that, when I cum, it is going to be big and I am unlikely to be able to think, much less continue fingering Nix to orgasm. Therefore, I am determined to make her cum first and I try to contain the tumult growing inside me even as my thumb and fingers drive her onwards and upwards.

I am gasping and moaning noisily; I cannot hold back much longer. The air is full of wet sounds and the smell of female sex, my hand soaked with Nix's nectar. I will taste those juices soon and that thought tips me over the edge. The climax tears through me, lifting me off the bed. I thrust my fingers as deep as I can into Nix's sex while consciousness allows and I feel her thighs clamp around my hand and arm.

My orgasm is wonderful: intense and prolonged. Just as it starts to wane, Nix thrusts into me again and rubs my button, making me cum a second time as she topples to the bed to lay alongside me. We lay there, both lathered in sweat and breathing deeply, heavy and languid in the post-coital nirvana. 

Dreamily I raise my hand, seeing it glisten wetly in the early afternoon sunlight and I bring the two fingers, that moments before had been buried in Nix's sex, to my mouth. "Mmmmm," I moan around my fingers. "Oh my god you taste good!" I tell her. "Sorry, but I just have to do this."

I sit up and crawl forward until my face is above her puffy, wet sex. The smell is intoxicating. I lower my head and without hesitation, I lick her cunt. The taste, straight from the source, is even better: richer and more intense. I lick those gorgeous labia before placing my mouth over her pussy and slipping my tongue inside her. 

"Oh fuck, Suzie, you wonderful cunt-munching woman!" I feel Nix lift my leg and wriggle underneath before pulling my hips down and starting to eat me out; that is the only way to describe the sensation of what she's doing to me!. Her chin presses against my clitoris as her tongue wriggles inside me; even her lips are pushed into me and I cannot resist grinding my cunt (I'm starting to love that word) into her face. 

I suck on her clitoris briefly and feel her moan into my cunt. I start to mix things up as I lick and lap, penetrate and suck every sensitive part of her delicious sex, trying anything that I think might feel good to her. The taste and feel of what I'm doing is incredible and arousing but not more so than the thought of what I'm doing; I am performing cunnilingus on a beautiful young woman.

I think 'cunnilingus' might just be the most beautiful word in the English language.

Nix starts to writhe beneath me, twisting and squirming. My tongue is tiring and I'm struggling to keep my mouth latched onto her as she gyrates. I worry that I may have to use my fingers to finish her when suddenly she goes ridged and shakes beneath me. My mouth is filled with a gush of hot liquid and I realise that Nix has just cum in my mouth! Everything about this intensely erotic to me: the feel and taste that are so good, and even the very idea that I have done something so wantonly lesbian, all combine to bring on my own climax. It is not as long as the last one but in some ways even more powerful in its physical and emotional intensity.

I roll off Nix and lay on my back, panting and the final tremors shiver through me. I am bathed in sweat and girl cum, mine and hers, and I love it. I have never felt so sexually alive and fulfilled. 

After sex with Vince we normally separate and turn over, usually to sleep. I am both surprised and delighted therefore when Nix moves in beside me to hug me, her lips finding mine. "I love you Suzie," she tells me, pressing herself tight to me. "That was wonderful; you are an amazing lover." I have never felt like this before.

I start to weep: no sobbing just a gentle flow of tears and a slight catch in my breath that makes Nix look at me. "What is it?" she asks, her voice full of concern and her pretty face anxious.

"It's... this sounds so silly, pretentious even, but I feel loved, properly wanted, desired loved and cared for the first time in... oh I don't know, maybe forever..." 

"But, you're married. I mean, surely your husband..?"

"He likes me, I'm sure. He is concerned for me, sure, and he looks after me... Sometimes he's even affectionate but he doesn't really desire me, not physically. I never see admiration or the gleam of lust in his eyes, not like the way you've looked at me."

"Suzie, I do adore you and it's not just your body, really it's not."

"Nix, that's the point; it's stupid but I think I'm in love with you. It's completely insane but a few hours with you, a bout of mad, passionate, wonderful lesbian sex and I'm ready to throw away more than twenty years of marriage!" She is staring at me wide-eyed. "Vince, my husband, has provided me with financial security, two lovely daughters, occasional, though increasing rare, companionship and similarly occasional, dutiful and usually indifferent sex. Of those the only thing I wouldn't give up for you are my daughters. I'm sorry, Nix," I tell her as I reach out and cup her cheek, "I'm probably completely freaking you out!"

"Well, maybe a little but only because all this is so... unexpected. Incredible and wonderful too, but definitely unexpected."

"It's all that for me too. But I need to find out how do you feel, you know, about... me?" I ask hesitantly. Her forehead wrinkles and she bites the inside of her cheek as she thinks. I am suddenly very nervous that she is thinking of how to let me down gently. Why wouldn't she? Whatever fondness she'd felt for me in the past, why would she want more than a quick romp with an old fossil like me?

"Susan, you don't know how much the way you treated me when I was young affected me," her voice is serious and the reappearance of my full name is quite terrifying. "I wished so much that you were my Mummy; you were so happy and gentle and encouraging and loving in so many ways that Mum never was. I have always carried a love for you in my heart. Coming here again I hoped that you were still living next door and that we would meet again, that we could become friends, maybe you'd hug me and make me feel all cared for as when I was little..." her voice is wistful with remembrance. She continues more forcefully, "Then I saw you sunbathing... well, you know I saw you," she smiles and I recall her sketches, "and you definitely weren't the cuddly Mummy I'd carried in my memory all these years!"

"The word 'MILF' was used, if I recall," I observe wryly, wiping my eyes as the tears seem, for now, to have stopped.

"And with good reason!" she insists. "However, seeing you like that, like this, made me feel a whole lot of different things. Oh, I knew you were still that woman who's cuddled me but the cuddles I had in mind now were very different. It was like seeing a Beatrix Potter painting of fluffy bunnies morph into a nude by Lisa Yuskavage!"

"Lisa Yus... who?"

"Oh, she's an American artist who paints very explicit nudes, but the point..."

"So she's a bit like you then," I tease.

"What? No... well, maybe but that's not the point!" she's getting a little flustered and it's so cute and sweet I just want to kiss her. "Susan, listen, please. The point is that suddenly I saw this sexy, naked woman that I still had a real soft spot and affection for and it was like... ka-pow! Total infatuation and, okay, lust. The thing is, I should have thought about what would happen afterwards."

"Nix, love, I didn't think about afterwards either. How could either of us have known there would even be an afterwards? But now all this has happened, what do we want? Where do Nix and Suzie go from here?"

"You can't just walk out on Vince, Susan... Suzie, not for me and especially after, what was it? 'A few hours and some wild lesbian sex' as you put it." She sees he sadness in my face. "But, Suzie, we can spend time together, can't we? Time to talk, maybe some sunbathing..."

"And hugs too, maybe some kissing..."

"You'd be, like, having an affair. Are you okay with that?"

"Nix, the way I feel at the moment I want him to come home and find me just like this: naked and reeking of lesbian sex! Except he'd probably just ask if I was trying a new perfume and whether the washing machine was broken." I tell her, only half joking, though it makes Nix laugh. "Yes, Nix, I'd love to have a sexy, lesbian affair with you. I mean, if you're okay with the thought of having an affair with an old bird like me..." 




The Fun & Risks of an All-Over Tan



She doesn't answer in words but leans in to kiss me; full, deep and long. The kiss leads on to hugs and caresses, touching and fingering...