My husband was away on business and had left me alone with his stepson. Late in the morning, he made coffee and called for me. I was just nude 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 in his tone, challenging, full of tension. I was alone, my desire blazing, and his hints left no doubt. I could feel the boundaries blurring. I allowed it to happen. What happened next was hot, intense and completely uninhibited.