I work as a freelance illustrator for books and other publications but also pump gas three days a week. I enjoy this work, I don’t have to think much and I get to meet some pretty interesting people. I set aside a Tuesday as my day off and for years have spent this one special day a week going to a nearby and quite secluded beach with a good book, my iPad, my swimsuit and armed with suntan lotion as the sun in New Zealand can be quite fierce.
I know I have a great body by the looks I get from the guys on the beach. I am not a skinny stick insect but have a good coverage of flesh to make me curvacious with a large 12DD chest size. I take care of my body and keep myself fit. My story really begins about two years ago when I discovered my secret location or what I thought was a secret location…
It was a beautiful Tuesday again as I headed to the beach. This beach was out of town a bit and really quite secluded. I only ever saw a handful of people except in the school holidays and weekends.
Instead of heading straight down to the beach I decided to explore a track that headed off through a wooded area. My hubby had mentioned there were some beautiful private places if I followed the tracks. After about fifteen minutes the track divided and became less walked.
One way I guess headed down to the beach, I took the other. I walked another fifteen minutes before coming to a clearing by a small river. It was a stunning location with its tiny pebbled and sandy shore, crystal clear slow running water and beautiful forest surrounds.
I explored the area before stretching out my large beach towel, applying suntan lotion all over and opening my book. After an hour in the sun I went down to the water for a well deserved swim. I dried off in the sun again before packing up and heading home. I mentioned to my husband that I had found a piece of paradise following one of the tracks.
I came back the following three Tuesdays, the location was still so private. Nobody came at all so I knew this was my very own private paradise, or so I thought…
The following Tuesday I arrived and in the place I ususally put my towel was a red rose and a note which read
“You are stunning! I would love to get to know you more. Please don’t be scared, I have no intention of hurting you… quite the opposite.” At the bottom was an email address and under that it read: “I have something to show you…”
The rest of the day I was very wary, looking around at every sound. Nothing else happened but I was very intrigued by the note.
Later that night after my hubby was in bed I read the note again. I just had to send an email to my admirer.
“Hi, how long have you been watching me?” Is all I wrote.
There was a reply straight way.
”Hi, like I said you have a stunning body and I couldn’t help but watch you. Have a look at my attachments, my favourite hobby is photography.”
I started opening each photograph and to my amazement I had been photographed over the last three weeks. I knew this as my towels were different in the photos.
Wow, they were good photos as well and very close. He either used a huge telephoto lens or was actually really close. I must admit I did look good in the photos. My favourite was one of me just after a swim, totally wet with my long dark hair clinging to my body. God I felt aroused.
I headed to bed, I thought my hubby was sleeping and I just had to relieve my desire. I imagined some stranger watching me as I rubbed my large breasts and my fingers rubbed my clit. I was so wet. A hand reached over and touched my pussy. Paul was awake after all.
“You are so wet, hun. I want to fuck you.”
He jumped on top and as we fucked I imagined the stranger watching us.
Via: https://www.lushstories.com/stories/voyeur/my-secret-place-chapter-one