Saved from a soaking but not sex guilt
Dear Krystal, I GOT caught in a storm the other day and did something that normally I’d never dream of doing.
As a middle-aged woman I’ve long known not to accept lifts from strangers, but it was such awful weather that when a pleasant-looking young man pulled over in a big, comfy car, I jumped in gratefully.
To cut a long story short, we got talking and it seems he took a fancy to me.
And when he asked me to pop into his flat to dry off and have a drink, I went.
A whisky or two later and I was in bed with him, clutching his firm young buttocks as he rode me.
All the worries I had over my body left me as he lapped up every inch with a lusty hunger that I’d long forgotten men could have.
I gave back every bit as much as he gave, and it was a pleasure to see his climax. It was great but after we’d dressed, kissed and he’d given me a lift I felt guilty when I got home to my old hubby.
Did I do wrong?