At the age of 40 I look back and think that I’ve had quite a conventional upbringing – ordinary home and family, local school and then university finally to a job within the health service – demanding and well respected but as conventional as the rest of my life
Frome time to time I had wondered what it would be like to ‘break free and let go’ but until I got married I always worried about what other people would think if I did.
My husband from the start encouraged me to try new experiences like motorcycling and hitching and also, of course, sexual experiences He pointed out quite rightly that what adults did between themselves was up to them and shouldn’t be controlled by anyone else and anyway most people would love to do the things we talked about and occasionally did. He also got my confidence going by complimenting me on my body (I’ve still got firm rounded breasts and a very womanly shape) and how good I look in certain clothes. As the months went on I had become more daring and used to arouse him by going out in the evening having removed my underwear and on one occasion flashing my breast at him across the table in an Indian restaurant. This flashing incident not only turned him on but did me as well, I couldn’t believe how wet I became beneath my dress and later that evening we stopped the car down a country track and he took me from behind whilst I spread myself across the bonnet with my skirt round my waist. I kept thinking in the weeks afterwards of how I had enjoyed the possibility of being seen and last night whilst my husband was out I took the flashing to a level I would not have dared to a few months ago. We live not far from a busy main road that has wide grass verges but nowhere for the cars to stop and in my daydreams I had wondered what it would be like one evening to expose myself to the oncoming cars headlights. I had even seen a spot a couple of miles away that allowed me access to the verge under some oak trees on a slight bend and yesterday I couldn’t stop imagining myself there with the cool night air across my skin and the lights sweeping across my bare breasts and cunt. So I took the decision to do something really daring and during the day I planned the evening in detail. I would wear a long grey coat with black hold-up stockings and reasonably high heels beneath – nothing more. I would drive to this spot, park the car, walk to the verge and flash the cars for a minute – just for the thrill. So after my husband went out I removed my ordinary clothes and put on the stockings and heels and unbuttoned coat and walked out my back door to the car in the yard. Already I was aroused having never even done that before. In the safety of the car I drove slowly to the spot I knew of all the while letting the coat fall open as I changed gear and feeling its smooth silky lining on my skin,. I parked the car by some trees and got out doing up the lower coat buttons as I did. My heart was pounding with excitement and already I could feel the cool air on the dampness between my legs. I climbed over the wooden fence and walked the few yards across the verge towards the road. I was still just under the overhanging branches of the trees but I was also visible to the oncoming cars, caught in the glare of their headlights for a few seconds, before they sped past. Nothing changed as I stood there with my coat covering me.