Three years ago, when I was 19 and still dating my ex-girlfriend, we went on a family vacation to southern Europe. There were six of us—her parents, siblings, and us—staying in a beautiful villa by the sea. Her mother, who was in her late 40s, around 5’4”, always tanned, athletic, and honestly stunning, had always caught my attention. I had secretly found her incredibly attractive, but I obviously never acted on those feelings.

One morning, about a week into the trip, I woke up early, around 9 a.m., while everyone else was still asleep upstairs. I quietly slipped out of the room I shared with my girlfriend and went downstairs. The house was silent, and the early sunlight lit up the living area. Outside, I noticed the laundry hanging on a rack near the garden. Among the clothes, I saw her mother’s bikini, and I couldn’t stop myself from staring at it. The thought of her wearing it filled my mind, and I felt myself getting aroused.

Without fully thinking, I grabbed the bikini and went into the downstairs bathroom. Once inside, I wrapped the bikini bottom around my shaft, imagining how it must feel on her skin. The soft fabric against me felt amazing, and I began stroking myself with it, letting my imagination run wild. At the same time, I grabbed my balls, adding to the intense pleasure. It didn’t take long before I reached the peak, and I came hard, completely emptying myself into the bikini bottom. It was one of the most intense releases I’d ever experienced, and for a moment, I just stood there, catching my breath and holding the bikini in my hands.

Afterward, I realized what I had done and knew I couldn’t leave it like that. I tried to clean it as best as I could using water and tissues, but I was nervous someone might notice. Once I thought it looked fine, I carefully hung it back on the rack, making sure it was in the same position as before.

Even now, three years later, I think about that moment and how thrilling it was. Part of me still fantasizes about her and wonders what it would be like to tell her, maybe even ask her if something could ever happen. I know it’s wrong and completely unrealistic, but the thought still crosses my mind.