Swinging too hard

This is a story from my twenties when I still lived together with my ex-boyfriend. The bastard had cheated me with some random girl. I had heard about this from my girlfriends who had witnessed enough in one night. He did not deny it after I showed him the pictures, that was it. Since my name was on the rental contract, I gave him over the weekend to move his sorry ass out of my home. I took an overnight bag and called my parents that can I crash at their place over the weekend. They were fine and understanding like they always are. They were visiting relatives over the weekend but they told me to feel at home and stay as long it was needed. That’s right, they are awesome.

Sorry, I went right into my life event without proper introductions. So I’m Nora and I am 24 years old brunette with brown eyes. I’m 168cm tall and I weigh 57 kg. I was blessed with nice C-cup breasts but I had to work countless hours in the gym to develop my butt. I’m gentle and sweet as they come… So why would he cheat me? I mean I check the most boxes. Sure, I don’t have my life fully figured out yet but who does at 24? But I digress, back to the story.

I took the car and started to drive outside of the city I lived in. My parents lived around 50 kilometers away in a smaller town and there I could be in peace over the weekend. I even disabled my social media apps. I did not want to talk with anyone. I just wanted to have time for myself. It was a nice and warm summer evening so the drive would have been pleasant if I had not been so down myself. I made a healthy call and stopped by a local store for some white wine and a few ciders. And by that, I mean that I went to get food for the weekend and just happened to purchase some alcoholic beverages while there. And who knows, if I can loosen up, I might even be able to relax a bit.

It would be wrong to say that my parents lived in the middle of nowhere. But for someone who has lived in the towns and cities for the last few years, it might feel being the middle of nowhere. I mean you could see the next-door neighbors but it would be easier to call them than shout at the side of the road. From my parents’ home, it’s around 5 kilometers from the town center. Important distance to know since that is where the closest bar is.

It was around 5.30 pm when I arrived at my parents’ place. I carried the groceries, beverages, and my bag from the car. Around 30 minutes later I had unpacked my bag, cooked a quick dinner, and was sitting my feet on the living room coffee table. There was nothing interesting coming from the television so I decided to watch a random sitcom while I ate and enjoyed one of the ciders I had brought. Do not get me wrong, life still sucked. But it is much more bearable when you have warm food, a good drink, and nothing important to do for the next 48 hours. And I had not forgotten the hot tub which my father had installed a year or two ago. It was waiting just outside of the back door. It would be ready later in the evening as it took some time to warm up.

At some point after dinner, I fell asleep. It was a very lady-like two-hour nap. It is not common for me to sleep naps as long as a few hours but I guess my body and mind needed that. It had been a stressful day. It did not take me long to wake up after I had gotten some coffee in me. I lazily scrolled through my phone and noticed that my break-up with my ex had not gone unnoticed. There were a few messages from my girlfriends. I replied with a short message that I was all right and outside of the city for the weekend. They were supportive and even offered to join me. I politely declined since I wanted to be alone. And they were fine with that decision. ‘Fine, we won’t come, you don’t need us. You should find what you need from Tinder ;)’. They were joking but that was a naughty and curious idea. Pictures of cute boys might be exactly what I needed to get that bastard out of my mind. And wine. Especially wine.

I poured a glass for myself and had a sip, “Hmm…, yes I should be able to get a buzz going with this.”. I never pick the same brand. I so rarely buy wine so I choose the bottle at random. Glass in one hand, I went outside to check the hot tub. It was not fully ready but since it was summer, it didn’t need to be super-hot anyway. I turned around to go back inside to undress when I remembered that I had not packed a swimming suit. But since I was alone, it did not really matter. And on that note, I decided to undress right there. The summer dress that was covering my body dropped to the deck of the patio and just moments later the dress was joined by my bra and panties. Evening wind caressed my pale and nude body and that sent shivers through my body. It felt nice. I position the wine glass and my phone next to the hot tub. Then I set the bubbles from the nearby display and stepped into the warm water.

I took another sip of wine and exhaled. For a moment I felt relaxed. I closed my eyes and let water and wine warm me up. I just laid there for a while listening to bubbles work their magic around my bare naked body. When I reached for the wine glass I noticed that it was empty. “I did not take more than two sips, right? Or was it three… or several more?”. Fine! I got up to get the bottle and towel to cover myself after I was done. This took me a mere minute and I was soon back in my new-old favorite place.

Time went by and sip by sip I found my mood getting better and my mind wilder. While lying in the tub, I had already set up my dating profile and started to look into the offerings of my old hometown. I was somewhat surprised that there were a lot of guys that I had never met who were around the same age range that I was. But guess that happens when you have lived elsewhere for a half of decade. I found a profile of Rick who I knew when I still lived with my parents. I remember him being the quiet bullied guy back in the day. Oh my, he has changed. I would most definitely let him take me home. *Swipe right*.

I kept going through the list of never-ending boys and men. At some point, I unconsciously opened my legs and touched myself with my free hand. I noticed this moments later when an accidental moan slipped from my lips. I giggled at my naughty behavior. Guess the wine, bubbles and pretty boys had the desired effect. I let my fingers play with my clitoris for a moment longer before I stopped to prolong the pleasure. I can finish myself later when I have teased myself to a point where I cannot take it anymore.

I got up from the hot tub to cool my body a bit. I had been in the hot water for a while and some time off is probably a good call. I went inside to drink a glass of water and then returned outside to the patio. I covered myself with the towel I had brought previously and took a look at my old backyard. My parents have not changed many things outside. The hot tub was probably the only major development. I decided to walk on the recently cut grass and feel it between my toes. I kept going to an old tree that my brothers and I had climbed countless times when we were younger. Our father had built a swing from an old tire and roped it to a tree branch for us to play with. It was installed so it was hanging from two spots on opposite sides of the tire, just like the ones you can see at playgrounds around cities. It was perfect for my older brothers who were big enough to not slip through the empty space of the tire. For me, it took a long time until I was big enough to play with the tire swing as they could. At that point, I do not remember caring about it as much anymore. But today sitting at the swing sounded like a fantastic idea.

I took a relaxing position on the tire. My back leaned to one of the ropes and my legs hung from the other side of the tire. I couldn’t swing from that spot but with wine in one hand and phone in the other, I wasn’t planning to start swinging anyway. Instead, I continued intoxicating myself while looking at pictures of local hunks from my dating app. I even started to receive matches which made me feel wanted. And hot of course. “I am sexy and hot and strong. My only weakness is that I’m too nice. Yeah, that’s it. Screw that cheating bastard!”. Looking at all of those pictures made me feel wet again. And that made me want to touch myself again.

It was a nice evening and there was no one close by so what’s the harm of having little fun? I emptied the glass and gently dropped it on the grass. I then proceeded to open the knot which held my towel in place. I revealed my naked body underneath the towel. And there I was, lying naked on the old swing while preparing to pleasure myself to an orgasm. I touched my exposed nipples and both of them got immediately hard as tiny rocks. The reason for my erect nipples might have been the cool summer wind but most likely it was because of a strong feeling of arousal. I think that I might’ve been building myself up for this specific event from the moment I woke up from a nap.

I no longer paid attention to matches that kept coming from the app, instead, I scrolled through the pictures to find even hotter guys. My hand moved from my nipples to the south, to the mound of my wet pussy. Electricity ran through me when I gently touched my engorged clitoris. I proceeded to insert my middle finger into the entrance of my pussy while using my other fingers to play with my labia.