When I woke up this morning the temperature was only 32. That prompted me to wear khakis, a long sleeve heavy cotton fitted blouse, and even a bra and panties to work today. (For those who don't follow this blog, understand that my wardrobe typically consists of simple sundresses when its warm and tunics and leggings when its cold and that I rarely ever wear undergarmets, no matter what time of year.) While it did look good, I'm not really sure what prompted me to do it.
When I went out to lunch the temperature had climbed to an astonishing 84 degrees! Needless to say, for a chick who's used to being half naked all winter long, my choice of heavier than usual clothing made for an uncomfortable afternoon--especially since the AC at work hasn't been turned on yet.
Looking ahead and seeing that the warm weather was her to stay for the weekend, and having no set plans, I decided that today would be a perfect time to head up to my cabin again. While my cabin is a year-round house, I typically don't spend a lot of time there in the winter--no more than a couple of ski trips each year--so going there for the first time in spring is sort of like a rebirth or whatever. As soon as I could break away from work I headed home and quickly changed into a white cami top and a pair of gray Soffe shorts (losing the bra and underwear while I was at it, of course). Then I threw my toothbrush in my purse, slipped on some flip-flops, and hit the road. Unlike usual, I didn't even bring a change of clothes for the drive home, figuring that I wouldn't keep what I was wearing on long enough for it to get dirty anyway.
Looking in the mirror before I left, I was impressed with what I saw. The cami came to about an inch above my belly button, letting my abs show the world that I didn't slack on my workouts over the winter. Unlike many of my cami tops, this one didn't include a shelf bra, so between my natural (but minimal) sagging and pokey nipples, I was announcing for all to see that these girls are not just big, but real, too. The shorts, rolled down to my hips, with their minimal inseam really made my long, lean legs stand out and the light colors of both my top and shorts contrasted nicely with my (fake-and-bake, unfortunately) tan.
I don't know if it was the warm weather, the thoughts of being naked all weekend, or my self-admiration, but as I hit the road I started feeing a little horny. I quickly found that the loose fitting shorts gave me easy access to my "special place," and I began slowly rubbing my clit as I drove. When I reached the highway and turned on cruise control I even wiggled out of my shorts alltogether! I drive an SUV, so I figured that only the truckers would be able to see. (I hope they enjoyed the view.) The thrill of what I was doing increased my level of arousal and I had to work hard to keep myself focused on the road.
When I got off the highway I stopped at the last supermarket before the cabin. I slipped my shorts back on in the truck and headed inside, worried that my juices might soak through the shorts. Luckily they didn't. As I expected, though, I got lots of looks as I gathered the food I'd need for the next couple days in my skimpy but classy outfit.
After checking out and returning to my car, I removed my shorts again for the last leg of my trip (about 45 minutes). Since this section of the trip involves mostly driving on curvy, narrow mountain roads, my pussy didn't see much more action, but my hormones were still going strong. As I left the last town before the cabin, I stopped and removed my top so that I was driving completely naked (I usually get naked at the top of my street, since my cabin and one other are the only things on my road, but today I drove for about three miles in the buff). The wind, from my open windows, blowing across my exposed nipples didn't help calm the fire between my legs and I couldn't help but squeeze and tug at them as I drove.
Upon arriving at the cabin, I found myself to be extremely wet. I started playing with myself again as I entered the kitchen, eventually collapsing to the kitchen floor to have an explosive, squirting orgasm followed by an unexpected nap in the middle of the kitchen. When I awoke, I cooked myself some dinner and sat down on the back deck to watch the sun set while I ate. It was beautiful. Later, a thunderstorm rolled in, so I had to go out in the yard and play naked in the rain--literally one of my favorite things to do. As the storm got closer, I went inside and watched the storm out of the lake from the cabin's large bay window.
There is a lot of work that needs to be done tomorrow. Inside I need to dust and vacuum everything because I haven't been here in a couple of months. Outside there are many leaves and sticks on the ground that need to be cleaned up so that the grass can grow. I'll probably stay through Sunday afternoon, probably making it home just in time for dinner. The weather should be perfect for a short, naked hike (though the lake will be too cold for swimming still) and I can't wait to take an outdoor shower and let the morning sun dry me off tomorrow. That was the highlight of my day when I lived up here last summer.
I've been aimlessly surfing the web for the past few hours, but now I think it is time for bed. Sweet dreams everyone.
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