My husband was on a business trip and had left me alone with his stepson. In the late morning he made coffee and called for me. I was just naked in the pool, grabbed a towel and went to him – still dripping wet, the sun glistening on my skin. His gaze slowly glided over my body, and with a slight grin he said that the towel was actually superfluous. There was something cheeky, challenging, full of tension in his tone. I was alone, my desire blazed, and his hints left no doubt. I felt the boundaries blurring. I allowed it. What happened next was hot, intense and completely uninhibited.