My story really begins about two years ago when I discovered my secret location or what I thought was a secret location...It was a beautiful Tuesday a...ain as I headed to the beach. This beach was out of town a bit and really quite secluded. I only ever saw a handful of people except in the school holidays and weekends. Instead of heading straight down to the beach I decided to explore a track that headed off through a wooded area. My hubby had mentioned there were some beautiful private places. She even points me toward the vestibule, where I find a rowof pegs upon each of which are hung thin linen jackets - black, of course,to match the regulation dresses. To my relief they all have three hooks atthe front, so I can enjoy the luxury of covering my nipples.Outside, the temperature is rapidly falling. I keep to the paved area nearthe front door, fearful of twisting an ankle if I stray onto the grass inthese heels. After a minute or so the sound of a motor engine drifts fromthe top of. So I put an arm around her and we walked to the hotel and took the elevator up to the 31st floor and into my room. The curtains were open and the view was very nice with the city lights as far as the eye could see. As I shut the door she went over and stood in front of the windows. I didn't turn the light on as not to spoil the view. I took my coat off, slipped off my shoes walked up behind her. As I put my hands on her shoulders Lindsey sighed and leaned back against me. She was about 5' 4". 'Her sister's in my form and we hang out a lot.''Yeah,' Scott types. 'Girls in my year talk about your gang a lot.''Good things, I hope?' I type.'Not really,' Scott replies, making me frown. 'They all reckon you'resnobs, which is stupid 'cause they're all snobs too. Think they'rejealous.''Lol,' I type. 'Jealous of what?''Jealous of you being cuter than them when you weren't always a girl,'Scott types, making me giggle excitedly. I reply with a winking emoji,but after a few seconds I follow up.