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Mrs. Taylor woke up feeling refreshed and well. Previously, she'd had a few problems sleeping after some of her earliest encounters but her then boyfriend, now husband, helped her deal with that. She got out of bed, used the bathroom and wondered down to the kitchen.

Mrs. Taylor felt slightly uneasy about her night with Michelle. The girl was almost completely willing. 'Probably wanted it all' was her thought, 'even the anal strap-on stuff'. However, it had been fun, but not quite the type of fun she had been looking for. Not enough fear or coercion, at least not enough real fear. Michelle's protests were perhaps just part of her game.

'No', she thought. At the end, she was in serious pain and was likely frightened out of her wits. She closed her eyes and saw once again Michelle's gorgeous body restrained and open...vulnerable. Then she pictured herself behind her, anally raping her with the vaginal dildo attached to her strap-on. She could almost feel the pleasure as the base of the strap-on worked her clit while she rode that girl's ass. She gave herself a quick vulva fondle and sighed.

She had some breakfast with some tea, read a bit of the morning paper and thought about her day. Her husband wasn't expected back for two days, possibly longer. For some reason her exploits over the previous evening had left her hungry for more. She knew that it was the seduction, betrayal and abuse that she craved more than simple sex. Her husband had taught her that there was little point in having vanilla sex when there were so many other flavours to try.

What to do...what to do. Everything around the house was up to date. No specific chores need doing. Even the lawns looked good. A mystery tour, now that sounded good,' she thought. 'That's it, a mystery tour with no real plans. Pack a few things; get in the car and drive. No fancy outfits, no diabolical schemes, just a day or two in the countryside.'

After her morning shower, she got dressed in a 'school mom' outfit; plain summer blouse and shorts, tennis shoes and a touch of simple make up, topped off with some inexpensive looking earrings and a necklace. Her last touch was a plain wedding band.

Packing a small suitcase with a conservative two piece bathing suit, some lingerie, more 'school mom' clothes and only a minimum of sexual extras, she was ready.

She had never been to the area to her west. It was summer camp and cottage country. In other words, it was boring. But she often set herself a challenge. She tossed her few things in the car and was off. An hour later she was reasonably lost but unconcerned. She was passing lakes, small communities, the odd farm and even a few tractors on the road. She simply kept on going where the road took her and ended up in a small holiday town on yet another lake. She cruised around and saw lots of families at the beach, groups of teenagers just hanging around and generally not much. 'Perfect,' she thought. 'Girl, if you can roll someone here, you can do it anywhere.'

Driving away from the beach she entered a well kept neighbourhood of older houses and saw a sign advertising a bed and breakfast. 'Now there's a challenge,' she thought. 'Hotel rooms make things easy. This will be interesting.'

She pulled up and got out. Knocking on the door, it was opened by an older woman who smiled and said *quot;Hello*quot;.

*quot;Do you have a room available?' asked Mrs. Taylor. *quot;I was literally just passing by and saw your sign.*quot;

The elderly woman smiled and said, *quot;Yes, I only have the one room for guests and it's available. How many nights are you planning on staying?*quot;

Mrs. Taylor wasn't sure, so she said, *quot;Two.*quot;

*quot;Lovely,*quot; replied the lady. Let's get you checked in.*quot;

It was a pretty place. The house was older but immaculately maintained. Her room, with its own entrance was well furnished, spotlessly clean and smelled of the fresh cut flowers in a vase on a table. The owner seemed pleased to accept cash, while Mrs. Taylor signed in using a false identity. The woman smiled and pointing at Mrs. Taylor's wedding band, asked, *quot;You're here by yourself?*quot;

*quot;Yes,*quot; was her previously made up explanation. *quot;My husband is serving overseas and the house is getting painted. I just had to get away from the fumes.*quot;

The owner gave an understanding smile. *quot;Well, if there's anything you need, just ask. Breakfast is served at eight and if you want to sleep in, that's okay. I can always make you something later. The beach is two blocks away. Feel free to take a beach towel if you want. I have to go out for the rest of the day, but I'll be back about nine this evening.*quot;

Mrs. Taylor thanked the woman and was left alone. The beach was a good place to start looking. She got out of her clothes, into the bathing suit and put back on the blouse and shorts. Pocketing the key and taking a beach towel, she was on her way.

The beach was filled with families on holiday, groups of teens and a few people by themselves. There was a lifeguard up on a tower. He looked poker oyna to be about sixteen. 'Good looking guy' she thought. She stopped at a concession and got a cold drink. A young girl, perhaps sixteen again, took her money. 'Beautiful girl' she thought, 'but she's working'.

No problem, the beach was full of young people. She spread out her towel close to two groups of teens and made a bit of a show about taking off her outer clothes and applying sunscreen. She did manage to turn more than a few of the younger boys' heads. Smiling, she lay down and let the sun and sand warm her.

She almost dozed off. Then, feeling quite warm on her front, she turned over and undoing her top, let the straps fall to the sides and then lay on her tummy. She listened to the sounds of children playing, music from several boom boxes and the general chatter. At least two of the closer boys were interested in the fact that her top was undone. Just barely audible, she heard, *quot;Maybe we should pour some water on her back and make her jump.*quot;

*quot;You do it, then.*quot;

*quot;No. You do it. It's your idea.*quot;

*quot;Chicken!*quot;

*quot;As if you aren't!*quot;

Mrs. Taylor was amused. The thought of giving the young boys a thrill was exciting. 'Just do it' she thought. But they didn't. 'Well, I'll just have to improvise', she mused. Pretending a mosquito had landed on her back, she reached behind to swat it, lifting up a bit and exposing her breast on one side. Then she resettled as if nothing had happened.

Again, a barely audible reaction was heard. *quot;Shit! Did you see that?*quot;

*quot;Of course I did, numb nuts.*quot;

*quot;Please, lady, do it again.*quot;

*quot;For Christ sake, keep your voice down!*quot;

*quot;Shut up yourself!*quot;

Mrs. Taylor was almost giggling at their adolescent behaviour. She hadn't really gotten a good look at the boys and wondered how old they might be. Reaching back, she did up the top and sat up. Moving to face the lake, she took a few sips of her drink and just gazed around, trying to look like she was unaware of the boy's attention. With her sunglasses on she could look out of the corner of her eyes without being obvious.

They were below her, closer to the water and looked to be about twelve or thirteen, well into puberty but still kids. She reapplied sunscreen unnecessarily but it made for an excuse to touch her self. She needlessly applied some under her top, acting like she was oblivious to the world. Then she worked some into her thighs, spreading her legs to do so. Then she stood up and did the back of her legs and again went under her suit, massaging her own ass. She could see their eyes glued to her body. Then she sat down, one leg out, one knee up and trying to look as sexy as possible, took a few more sips. The boys were smiling at each other like they were sharing a secret. She glanced at them like she had just seen them and gave a simple smile. Her mind was working up a plan.

Knowing the boys weren't going anywhere as long as she was performing, she finished her drink. Looking at the empty bottle with a slight frown, she got up and stretched, then rolled her shoulders as if stiff, getting her breasts thrust out several times. Then she walked to the concession, with a bit of extra movement to her hips. Coming back with another drink, she bent over to put it down, giving the boys a peek down her top. Then standing up straight, she adjusted her bathing suit, sat down with her legs parted and knees up.

Her covered pussy was at eye level for the boys and from behind her sunglasses, she could see them staring. The suit wasn't very revealing at all but she did have a good camel toe on display. Again, she glanced right at them and smiled. They both looked away pretended not to be interested. Good, she thought. They are interested. 'Now, how to get them talking?' she wondered. 'The easy way always worked.'

She looked at them again, and gave them the 'come here' gesture. They looked at each other, and then back at her. One of them pointed to himself with a questioning look on his face. She nodded 'yes' and they slowly got up and came over, looking very uncertain.

*quot;Sit down,*quot; she said, smiling, and they did. *quot;Are you two from around here?*quot;

They nodded 'yes' and that got them talking. She chatted with them, asking their names, asking about the town, the lake and a few things to get them relaxed. She told them she was staying at the Emerald Lake B