<div class="floatleft">(http://i1051.photobucket.com/albums/s426/Arioch45/bluebikini.jpg)</div><hr/><strong>Name:</strong>Lydia Snowden (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?action=post;msg=9227740;topic=189672.50)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Upstairs Main Bathroom<br/><strong>Tags:</strong>Alone<br/><hr/><br/>Lydia woke up when Alex closed the door to the room. Like him, she was an early riser so it wasn't uncommon for them to wake around the same time. Normally, Lydia could snooze for a few more minutes to half an hour, but, today, she was wide awake. She knew it was the thoughts in her head. Every other Friday, which so happened to fall on the day they traveled to the cabin, was normally her 'fun' day. That was the day she got together with Mark and Cynthia Nichols, the neighbors just down the street. For a 5 months she had been having sex with the two of them. Lydia had actually started having sex with Cynthia a few months before.<br/><br/>Normally, Lydia wasn't attracted to women. In fact, she had never had the desire. She was comfortable with herself and could appreciate the attractiveness of a beautiful woman, but that didn't mean she was attracted to them. At first, it was just an to gain an experience, but, Lydia discovered she enjoyed it. Maybe it was the company, Alex worked during the day and the kids were in school or working. That meant she was alone for many hours. She had met Cynthia when they both ended up returning from a jog together. They started talking, then became jogging friends, then Lydia would invite Cynthia over to swim or she would visit. One day, Cynthia kissed Lydia and things progressed from there.<br/><br/>After that, Cynthia had explained that she and Mark were in an open marriage. The details were surprising and exciting. Having only been with Alex since she was 15, Lydia didn't think things like swinging or open marriages occurred outside of books, movies and television. She was nervous and tempted all at the same time. Still, she didn't think she could cheat on Alex with another man, but, she did keep the meetings with Cindy.<br/><br/>After a few months and still wanting to experience more, she agreed to a one time act involving Mark. It was a three-some and Lydia loved it. That weekend, she was more excited than she had been in a long time and made sure that she and Alex had as much sex as they could. After that, Lydia made it a point to visit the Nichols every other Friday, when Mark was off and Alex was at work.<br/><br/>On the ride up, she had thought about missing out on that event. She had been with Cindy earlier in the week, but, it wasn't the same as when it was the three of them. Last night, as she was waiting to fall asleep she was thinking about their last encounter and it was turning her on even more. She would have woken Alex for sex if he hadn't talked about how tired he was.<br/><br/>Now, awake, she was still excited. Slipping out of the bed she put the robe on over her flannel pajamas and headed for the main bathroom. It was out in the hallway and shared by everyone on the top floor. One of the<em>charms</em>of the cabin was that there were only two bathrooms, one on each floor, that had a tub and shower. The other bathrooms were just a sink and a toilet.<br/><br/>Once in the bathroom she had to push the warped door closed. It hadn't shut properly, but, it seemed wedged enough that she wouldn't have to worry. She turned the water on so it would start to heat up while she brushed her teeth and then stripped down. Once there was some steam starting up she entered the shower, not seeing that the steam caused the bathroom door to pop open slightly.<br/><br/>After a quick shave of her legs she started to lather up. When her hand brushed across her sensitive nipples she squirmed and gasp slightly. A part of her knew she had to be careful, but, she needed a release. Slowly, her hand moved lower until she could rub a finger against her clit. Closing her eyes, she imagined the last time with Mark and Cindy, "Oh yes..." she gasped. Leaning against the wall she propped up one leg on the soap dish, "Oh Mark, fuck me..." Her voice was kept low, believing the water and the closed door would keep anyone from hearing.<br/>