Chapter 1: A Day Getting Off
The midday sun beat down on the meticulously trimmed lawn, turning the grass into a carpet of golden green speckled with dandelions.
Hannah had planned to spend her rare day off doing nothing but lay in the sun and read her book, completely undisturbed, a luxury she hadn’t fully appreciated prior to becoming a wife and mother.
She had completely forgotten that someone was coming to fix the washing machine late that morning but had been pleasantly surprised when she opened the door to find a ruggedly handsome repairman standing at the door.
He was a real man, tall, broad shouldered, his dark hair tousled, rugged stubble dusting his jaw line.
He wore a simple, tight white tshirt that clung to his muscular arms and worn work trousers that hugged his powerful thighs.
He, Danny, obviously looked after himself and Hannah couldn’t help but feel a spark of attraction and a flutter of excitement in her stomach as he smiled at her with his intense, dark eyes as she greeted him in the doorstep.
Hannah had thrown on a dressing gown over her tiny, pastel pink bikini when she heard the door go but that didn’t stop Danny, his gaze lingering unapologetically on her curves as she stood before him, his eyes widening slightly at the sight of her generous cleavage.
“Morning, I’m Danny, here to fix your washing machine,” he said, his voice deep and gravelly, his accent hinting at a life spent in the north, as his eyes finally returned to her face, offering Hannah his hand.
“Hello Danny. I’m Hannah,” she relied, her voice soft and warm as she took his huge hand, a jolt of electricity shooting through her at the touch of his rough, calloused palm against hers. She stepped aside, allowing him to enter, her eyes flicking to his broad back as he walked past her, his shoulders filling the doorway.
“Just through there to the kitchen,” she said, gesturing towards the back of the house, smiling to herself as she followed him through.
Hannah was very beautiful and no stranger to attention but she couldn’t help but smile to herself at Danny’s obvious appreciation of her body as she followed him down the hall.
“Just there,” Hannah said, pointing towards the washing machine, “it’s been leaking for a while and we just haven’t been able to sort it,” she explained as Danny set down his tool box on the floor beside it.
“Can I get you a coffee or anything?” Hannah offered, trying to sound casual.
It was always an odd feeling, having another man in the house when her husband wasn’t around, especially one so good looking, so she was trying to keep the conversation light and friendly.
Danny however seemed nice enough and his warm, friendly demeanour put her at ease.
“No I’m all good thank you, I’ll just get on and get out of your hair,” he said, his eyes flicking to her again, a small smile playing on his lips.
Although she had a dressing gown on, Hannah couldn’t help but feel a little self-conscious under his gaze, her body reacting to his attention. She felt a warmth spreading through her, her heart beating a little faster as she watched him bend over to open the washing machine door, his t-shirt riding up slightly to reveal a sliver of tanned, muscular back.
“Well, I’ll just be out in the garden if you need anything,” she said, her voice a little breathless as she turned to leave, her eyes lingering on him for a moment before she did.
Hannah had always been a confident woman, secure in her own skin, her husband obsessed with her body making her feel confident and sexy, but there was something about Danny that made her feel a little flustered, a little off-kilter.
She couldn’t quite put her finger on it, but she had felt a strange, electric energy inside her ever since he had arrived.
Hannah made her way back out into the garden and considered for a second keeping her dressing gown on with Danny just in the kitchen. She hadn’t been expecting company and her bikini was tiny, almost obscene and not something she would ever dream of wearing in public but she had been sunbathing in the privacy of her own garden when he had arrived and she didn’t want to go inside now and change, and it was far to hot to be wearing her fluffy dressing gown.
Feeling a little self conscious, but also weirdly empowered, Hannah decided that it was her house, her garden and she could wear what she wanted. It also didn’t hurt that Danny had so blatantly been ogling her cleavage through her dressing gown. She had always been a confident woman, but there was something about his unabashed interest that made her feel like she could take it a step further. He clearly wouldn’t mind so why she she.
Hannah took a deep breath and pulled her dressing gown open, letting it fall to the grass around her, revealing her full, curvy, voluptuous body, barely covered or contained by the tiny pink bikini.
She could feel her pulse quicken as looked towards the back door, but Danny was busy inspecting the washing machine.
Hannah settled herself back down on her towel, her feet facing towards the back door as the midday sun beat down on her over the house, picking up her book and laying back. There was something thrilling about knowing that Danny was in the house, working in the kitchen, just a few feet away from her. She could almost hear the faint sounds of his movements, the occasional clink of tools, the low murmur of his voice as he spoke to himself.
She knew he would have a clear view of her through the back door from where he was working and began to wonder if he would be looking at her, if he had even noticed she was now only in a tiny bikini. She didn’t want to look, to be too obvious, even though her eyes were hidden by her dark sunglasses. Not knowing was more fun.
It was kind of exhilarating, knowing her body was so exposed and on display and a stranger, a very handsome stranger, might be looking at her.
Hannah flipped through the pages of her book, but her mind was elsewhere. She was acutely aware of her body, the way the bikini clung to her curves, the way the fabric barely contained her fullness.
Danny might not be taking any interest but the way he had looked at her earlier, he had certainly noticed her body and had obviously appreciated it.
She tried to focus back on her book, but her mind was still consumed with thoughts of the attractive man in her kitchen.
She kind of wanted him to be looking, it made her feel desirable, like she was more than just a wife and mother, she was a woman, a sexy woman who could turn any man’s head.
It also felt a little bit naughty, a little bit daring, and that was a feeling Hannah hadn’t felt in a long time. She had always been so good, so well behaved, so responsible. It was nice to feel a little reckless, a little wild.
She shifted slightly on her towel, her body feeling warm and tingly, her skin sensitive to the touch of the sun. She could feel a familiar ache between her legs, a longing that had been building all morning, even before Danny’s arrival.
She always felt horny wearing this bikini, reminded of holidays with her husband and the luxury of a private pool where she could sunbathe in such a tiny, revealing bikini without worry. They way Max would look at her in it, his eyes filled with lust and desire always made her feel sexy and that had always inevitably led to passionate, sweaty sex in their hotel room.
The memory made her shift restlessly, her thighs pressing together as she fought the urge to touch herself. She had been so horny all morning, her body aching with need, and now Danny was here, a stranger in her home, and the thought of him watching her made her even more turned on.
Hannah closed her book, setting it aside on the grass beside her. She could hear Danny still working in the kitchen and decided that once he was gone, she would go upstairs and relieve her frustration, but in the mean time she couldn’t help but feel a little naughty, a little reckless.
It would be so hot masturbating to the knowledge that a rugged, very manly, handsome stranger has been perving on her, she thought to herself and so she wanted to ensure that he really noticed her, that it wouldn’t just be a fantasy but a reality.
She couldn’t see if he was looking or not but she was intent on making sure he did.
Hannah took a deep breath as she plucked up the courage to do something she had never done before. She stretched her arms up above her head, arching her back off the towel, her huge tits straining against the tiny pink bikini top, threatening to spill out as she let out a soft moan, feigning pleasure at the sun's warmth on her skin, but really, she was putting on a show, hoping Danny was watching.
She didn’t want him to know what she was doing, not showing any sign that she was aware of him, but she wanted him to see her, to appreciate her body, to want her.
She let her arms fall back to her sides, her hands resting on her stomach, her fingers playing with the hem of her bikini top, teasingly tugging at it, as if she was trying to adjust it, but really, she was just drawing attention to her cleavage, to the way her tits were spilling out of the tiny triangles of fabric.
He was less than 10 feet away, just through the open back door, and there was no way he wouldn’t have noticed her little display.
She could almost feel his eyes on her, burning into her skin and she couldn’t help but let her eyes, hidden by her sunglasses, flick towards the door, just to be sure.
She had to suppress the smile that tugged at her lips as she saw Danny, still on his knees in front of the washing machine but his gaze firmly fixed on her, his mouth slightly parted as he stared at her body.
Hannah felt a thrill of excitement course through her, the sensation of being watching making her feel alive and her heart race. The way he was looking at her proved that he liked what he saw and that made her feel even more confident, more powerful.
Her husband had always been obsessed with her body but knowing another man, a stranger, was looking at her, admiring her, made her feel even more desirable.
Hannah let out a soft sigh, her body relaxing into the warmth of the sun, her eyes drifting shut for a moment as she pretended to be lost in her thoughts.
She could feel the heat of his gaze on her skin, like an invisible touch, and she couldn’t help but let her lips part slightly, her breath coming out in a slow, sensual exhale.
She knew she was being bold, being naughty, but it felt so good, so right, and she couldn’t stop herself from pushing the boundaries a little further.
Hannah’s fingers traced the curve of her hip, just above the edge of her bikini bottoms, her touch light and teasing, as if she were merely adjusting her position. She could feel a slight dampness between her thighs, her arousal growing with every passing second, every glance Danny cast her way.
She shifted again, this time letting her legs part just slightly, her knees bending to allow her feet to rest further apart. The bikini bottoms clung to her curves, the fabric straining as she moved, and she could feel the cool air against her skin, a contrast to the heat of the sun and the fire burning inside her.
She felt so naughty, showing off her body like this to a stranger, but the thrill of it was intoxicating. She could feel Danny’s eyes on her, watching her every move, and the knowledge that he was there, that he was seeing her like this, made her feel more horny.
She had never cheated on Max but this was different, this was just a fantasy, a little bit of fun, a little bit of rebellion, and she wanted to see how far she could push it before Danny left and she had to go back to being the good wife.
Hannah’s fingers slipped lower, her touch growing bolder as she traced the edge of her bikini bottoms, her breath catching in her throat at the thought of Danny seeing her like this.
She could almost feel his gaze burning into her, his eyes dark with desire, and she wanted to see his face, to see if he was really looking at her, really taking in every inch of her body.
She could only imagine his face if she allowed her fingers to slip even lower, to slide under the thin fabric of her bikini bottoms and touch herself.
God that would be so hot, she thought to herself, her breath coming faster as she imagined the way his eyes would widen, his jaw clenching as he watched her start to pleasure herself right there in the garden.
Her clit started to throb at the mere thought of it, the ache between her thighs growing more intense. It would be so fucking naughty, so forbidden being watched as she touched herself, but that was what made it so exciting. She had never been one to shy away from a little danger, a little thrill, and this was certainly that.
Hannah's fingers hesitated for a moment, hovering just at the edge of her bikini bottoms, her heart pounding in her chest as she considered her next move. She couldn’t hear him moving around anymore, his focus completely on her.
She continued to feign complete ignorance as she seriously started to consider touching herself, her fingers hovering just at the edge of her bikini bottoms, her heart racing.
She would likely never see Danny ever again and she was sure he wouldn’t say anything to anyone, although she secretly hoped he’d tell his friends about the sexy, naughty wife he’d seen sunbathing in her tiny bikini.
She’d always had a longhand fantasy of being watched, of being a little exhibitionist, and now she had the perfect opportunity to live it out, especially with such a good looking man as her audience.
Her fingers hovered for a moment longer, her heart pounding in her chest as she considered the implications, the thrill of it all. She could almost hear Danny's breath, ragged and heavy, and she knew he was waiting, hoping she would do it.
Fuck it would be so naughty, so forbidden, but it would also be fucking hot, she thought to herself. What would Danny think about her if she did it, if she masturbated so openly in front of him. Would he think she was a slut, a whore who got off on being watched, who would do anything for attention?
The idea only made her hornier, her body tensing with anticipation as she imagined his reaction.
Hannah took a deep breath, her decision made, and she let her fingers very slowly and deliberately slip under the fabric of her bikini bottoms, her eyes fluttering closed, shutting out the world around her.
Not being able to see Danny made it easier, she could pretend he wasn't there, that she was just alone in her garden, touching herself, but the knowledge that he was watching, that he was just a few feet away, made it all the more thrilling.
Her fingers found her clit, already swollen and throbbing with need, and she let out a soft groan, her hips arching slightly off the towel as she slowly began to rub herself, her touch feather light and teasing.
With her eyes closed she could focus solely on the sensation, the sun’s warmth on her skin and the phantom touch of Danny’s gaze.
The soft pads of her fingers grazed and circled her clit, the desire to
look at him, to see his reaction, almost overwhelming her. She could imagine his face, his eyes dark with hunger, his jaw clenched as he watched her touch herself. The thought made her breath catch in her throat, her hips shifting slightly as she increased the pressure, her fingers working slightly faster, her body responding with a deep, aching need.
She could imagine he was getting hard as he watched her, his cock straining in his work trousers as she pleasured herself, and that thought only spurred her on further.
She let out a soft moan, her fingers moving faster, her body tensing as she applied more pressure, her hips shifting restlessly on the towel.
She had never been so turned on, so reckless, and she couldn't believe she was doing this, touching herself in her garden, knowing Danny was watching her, but she couldn't stop, she didn't want to stop.
Her mind began to flood with images of Danny looming over her, imagining his broad shoulders and strong arms as he held himself above her ready, making her feel small and vulnerable beneath his powerful body.
She would be able to feel his cock pressing against her, thick, hot and heavy, desperate to be inside her.
Hannah allowed her fingers to slide lower through her wetness, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps as she began to tease her tight entrance with the tips of two fingers, imagining it was Danny’s cock as she roughly slide them an inch inside, feeling her pussy clench around them as she began to slowly work them in and out of her pussy, just the tips, just to feel how tight and wet she was.
Fuck, knowing he was watching her like this, watching her in her most intimate moment was so fucking hot.
A feeling of shame burned inside of her, but it was mixed with a thrill so intense it made her dizzy.
She didn’t care what he thought, didn’t care that he might think she was a slut, she wanted him to think that, wanted him to know how dirty she could get, how much of a slut she could be when she wanted to be.
Hannah still kept her eyes clamped shut though, not actually seeing Danny helping her to pretend like this was just a fantasy, a game, and it gave her the confidence to continue, to push herself further.
She moaned louder as continued to finger fuck herself, pushing her fingers deeper inside.
She knew that he would be able to see her hand moving under the fabric of her bikini bottoms, the way it was tenting and moving with her rhythm but she wanted him to see more, she wanted him to see her tight little hole clenching around her fingers, wanted him to see how wet she was getting, how much she was enjoying this.
She wanted him to see her pussy, to see how pink and swollen it was, to see how much she wanted him, how much she wanted his cock inside her.
Hannah couldn't believe how reckless she was being, how wanton and shameless, but she couldn't stop, she didn't want to stop. She felt alive, more alive than she had in years, and she wanted to keep feeling this way.
Her free hand fumbled for the tie at the side of her bikini bottoms, her fingers trembling slightly as the pulled the string, the knot unraveling with ease.
If she was putting on a show then she might as well do it properly, she though to herself, her heart racing as she pulled the now loose fabric to the side, revealing her glistening pink lips, her swollen clit and her fingers buried deep inside her.
Now fully displayed, Hannah’s fingers were immediately drawn to her clit, rubbing it fast and hard as she continued to fuck herself with the other hand.
God what must he be thinking? Would he be touching himself, his hand on his cock as he watched her? She wanted to look, wanted to see his face, to see if he was as turned on as she was.
What did she have to lose now anyway, she already knew he was watching, had seen her touch herself, had seen her pussy, there was no going back now.
Hannah's eyes fluttered open, her gaze immediately drawn to the back door where Danny stood, his eyes locked on her, his face flushed, his chest heaving as he watched her.
She could see the outline of his cock straining against his work trousers as he slowly rubbed himself through the material and the sight of it made her feel a surge of power, of triumph. She had done that, she had made him that hard, that desperate.
Hannah used one hand to sit up, her legs still spread wide, fingers still buried deep inside her as she ground back against the palm of her hand, the friction causing her clit to throb and pulse.
She took a deep breath and pulled off her sunglasses, immediately making eye contact with Danny as she continued to pleasure herself as he watched, their eyes locked together.
Hannah felt her face burn with a blush, but she didn’t look away, instead allowing her hand to fall back between her legs and resume her rhythm, her fingers moving with a newfound intensity.
She watched as Danny’s eyes followed her hand downward, his jaw clenching as he took in the sight of her, a desperate moan escaping her lips as she pressed her fingers deeper inside herself.
He was still rubbing himself through his trousers, his desire for her as evident as the way his hand moved with a slow, deliberate rhythm over his cock.
Fuck, imagine if he fucked her right now, right there in the garden, Hannah thought to herself, her eyes still locked on him. Would she let him if he tried? Would she cheat on her husband for real, allow another man inside of her, his hands all over her body.
The thought made her breath hitch, her fingers working her clit harder as she imagined Danny’s strong calloused hands all over her huge, soft tits, groping and mauling her as he fucked her.
She pulled her fingers roughly out of her pussy, groaning at the loss of sensation, before sliding her hand up her body and desperately pulling her bikini top down, baring her huge, heavy tits to him.
She immediately began to squeeze and knead her own breasts, her fingers digging into the soft flesh, her palm brushing over her hard, sensitive nipples as her fingers worked her clit.
She was so turned on, so fucking wet, and the way Danny was watching her, his eyes dark and hungry, made her feel like she was the most desirable woman in the world.
Hannah let out a low, breathy moan, her head falling back, eyes fluttering closed again as she continued to play with her breasts, her fingers now rolling her nipples between her thumb and forefinger, the sensation making her gasp.
She could feel her pussy clenching around nothing, the ache between her legs so intense it bordered on pain. She wanted Danny’s cock inside her, wanted him to fuck her hard and deep, wanted him to take her right there in the garden, right there in front of her husband’s house.
She had never even thought about cheating before but the idea of Danny taking her, of him being the one to make her come, made her feel so dirty, so naughty, and she couldn’t help but imagine what it would be like to have him inside her.
Hannah’s fingers worked harder, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps as she imagined Danny’s hands on her body, his mouth on her tits, his teeth grazing her nipples as he pulled them between his lips, his tongue swirling around them.
If he came out now she wouldn’t be able to stop herself, she knew it. She would let him fuck her right there in the garden, let him take her like a whore, and she didn’t care who saw.
As if he had read her mind, like he could sense her thoughts, Hannah felt the scorching heat of the sun on her skin dull slightly. The air around her seemed to thicken, charged with the tension of a moment frozen in time.
She opened her eyes, her heart pounding in her chest to find Danny stood over her, his eyes fixed between her legs, his expression hungry and desperate.
Hannah’s hand stilled on her clit as she looked up at him, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. She had never been so turned on, so reckless, and the sight of him standing there, his eyes locked on her pussy, made her feel even more wanton.
They locked eyes, Hannah feeling a thrill of excitement, fear and submission coursing through her as he towered over her, his broad, muscular frame casting a shadow over her body.
“Fuck me,” she whispered breathily, her lips parting slightly, her eyes never leaving his, submissive and glazed with lust.