Rachel came home feeling a latent sting of frustration. Church had been good actually, the sermon had been convincing, the worship nice, the people even nicer but still… something was not right. Something was missing. Maybe it was the constant lack of change in her life. Work was boring lately. Her friends talked about the same topics they had been talking for years now – same politics, same church stuff, same private problems… Her divorce after her husband had cheated on her was almost like a highlight in her boring life. Just after she had discovered his infidelity, she had been furious. After a few weeks though alle she felt was relief. Her marriage too had gotten boring. Nothing had been wrong actually, but she felt it had been lacking anything worth living for. Now here she was coming home from church having a good life, being a good Christian woman in her late twenties but…

Maybe she needed an adventure. Maybe she should go on vacation for a while… Maybe a trip overseas would be helpful… Just thoughts though… Rachel placed herself on her comfortable armchair on her balcony. Her thoughts seemed kind of stuck, so she got up again to get a drink. She did it not only once during the early afternoon hours, so bit by bit she relaxed. She noticed she hadn’t been relaxed for quite a while and enjoyed the feeling to come into her own, letting the sunlight caress her skin. After the sunlight had heated her body up and her sweat trickled down her skin she decided to put on her bikini. The warm summer wind touched her almost nude body, suddenly Rachel realized a long forgotten feeling: She felt excited… sexually excited. She realized that somehow she had successfully suppressed her sexuality for a long time, even during her marriage. Or maybe especially in her marriage. Feeling it now again it was like leaving a prison she had gotten so used to, she had not realized anymore she was in it and the emotions coming with it were pure freedom. She swore to herself to never get back into that prison again.

Slowly Rachel let her hands move over her body and felt a lieberating flow of pleasure filling her body, the relaxing emotions deepening, all she knew was that she wanted to go with the flow, wanted to let go of everything restraining and suppressing in her. The more she let go the more she felt excitement boiling in her blood all of which seemingly was aiming for her erogenous zones. Mainly her pussy was going from a latent glow to an openly burning fire. The more the burning grew the more her conviction grew she had to do something to satisfy her longong… but no… Christ would never agree to it, would he?