Throbbing Under My Thong

I'm in my forties, a respectable business woman, a pillar of the community - well that's what everyone thinks. And I suppose I was until this summer. My husband and I had booked a holiday cottage in Devon for a week but at the last minute he was unable to make it. There was some problem at work or other. I decided I'd still to go on my own. We'd been there before and loved the area so I thought I'd have a relaxing time hopefully soaking up the sun, reading and walking.
Just what I needed to unwind. The cottage is quite isolated other than for the residence next door where the owner lives.