An Incredible Opportunity

The Afternoon

As a divorced mother in her mid-40s, my time is spent in one of two very different ways. I share custody of my young daughter, spending Sunday to Wednesday with my child and then releasing her to the walking garbage can that is my ex-husband, Christopher. I guess I shouldn't be too sniffy, as his divorce payments are more than enough to see me through the rest of my life quite comfortably. I no longer need to work, and therefore I get to spend Thursday to Saturday fulfilling whatever leisure pursuits that take my fancy. I like to fill my time with painting, writing and swimming, in addition to all the chores that need doing around the house every day. It always amazes me how messy I can be, but I guess with my husband gone I no longer have anyone else to blame. Anyway, I often like to into the wilderness with my painting canvas to set up for a few hours and capture some beautiful aspect of nature, but one fine summer's day a few months ago I happened to notice out of my back bedroom window that the sun was filtering through the trees behind the house in a most spectacular fashion. I had been planning to relax with a good book and a glass of crisp chardonnay in the garden, but I simply had to at least attempt to bottle the golden speckles of light glittering through the leaves. So, I grabbed my canvas and paint palette, and started to set up on the stone patio out back.I could hear the neighbours' teenage daughter had invited some of her friends over, and although they were splashing around in their pool and giggling raucously on the other side of the varnished wooden fence, they weren't doing any harm so I let them be. I had managed to create an outline of the trees and was in the process of applying my first layer of colour when the sharp crash of glass sounded out from next door. The girls went quiet, as they had clearly broken some glass. They burst into laughter again, though, and continued on merrily so I guessed it wasn't serious. About ten minutes later it happened again, and their voices were becoming oddly slurred. My curiosity got the better of me and I wandered inside to spy on them from the back bedroom window. 

When I got there, I peered out through the white lacy net curtains and tried to squint to see what they had broken. Straight away I saw a couple of bottles of wine, some vodka and some whiskey that they had clearly pilfered from her parents' spirits cupboard. I remembered they always kept it fully stocked, as I'd been invited round for a quick drink when their daughter, Zoe, had turned 18. She had always been a beautiful young girl, and as she turned into a woman she had become even more sublime. In fact, as a bi-sexual woman myself, I had fantasised about her on a number of occasions, despite being much older than her. Zoe's friends were almost like clones of her, with practically the same petite body and small, but juicy and supple breasts nestled beneath their skimpy multi-coloured bikinis. All three of the girls looked incredibly well toned and any man or woman would have been lucky to spend a night with any of them. At that point I had not yet begun to scheme, but over the course of the following hour or so, my day was about to become much more interesting. I stayed in the back bedroom for a little while, watching as they played around and got progressively more and more drunk, biding my time to strike. 

The sun had since passed behind the tall trees and was out in the open again, slowly baking their delicious skin to a satisfying beige tan. I was wearing my favourite light floral summer dress, which was nice and baggy to allow the breeze to waft under and cool my clammy skin. In the humid bedroom, however, I found myself becoming very hot and sweaty as I watched them, and as I didn't want to alert them to my presence by opening the window, I decided to remain in the stale, warm climate. Their drenched, jiggling breasts and perky little ass cheeks every time they climbed out of the pool were making my clit throb, and since I was I alone with only my own conscience to judge me, I ran my right hand down and began to nudge my fingers up to my pussy. I bunched up the material between my thighs as my fingers went to work, circling around over the top of my panties to massage my clit and digging in deeper to rub over my pussy lips. I kept trying to will myself to ignore them and catch the last traces of light escaping through the leaves, as my progress on the artwork lying on my canvas below would be for nought. The rampant, red blooded side of my brain had already decided for me, and I spent a good while touching myself, even pulling my dress up to slide my fingers down inside my panties. As much as I touched myself, though, my burning arousal had awoken a dormant, playfully sadistic side of me that I was itching to try out. Not only were the girls just old enough to drink, but knowing Zoe's parents there was no way they would allow her to be drinking so much and so recklessly by the pool. Her friends must have goaded her into it, as I had never known her to be so silly. That said, her poor judgement was to be my gain, and with a slightly uneasy tremble in my step, I made my way down to the garden again.