Have you read 'Angela's Ashes'? Such a sad book, but with some lighter moments in it too. One of which is where the young Frankie McCourt masturbates on Carrigunnel Castle, fully exposed and he 'spurts all over the fields beyond'. ...
...he then goes on to wonder if anyone saw him and wonders if a milk-maid would 'go at herself' if she did. That gave me an idea. You see, in my head, I had the image of a young teenage boy, his cock standing out hard and proud, and his trousers around his ankles jacking off and then cumming, and it made me contrast with the way girls tend to do it which, in my case is usually lying flat.
So, there is a ruined castle near where I live too, and I decided I would give it a go. It didn't take long to get there and on a cold winter's day in England mine was the only car in the car park.
The castle is open to the public, no fee, and I walked up an old stone spiral staircase to one of the ramparts.
There, I took a long look around, no-one visible, but it wouldn't have stopped me if there was.
I reached around behind me and unzipped my skirt letting it fall to the ground and then tugged my knickers down to my knees. Then I leaned back against the stonework and thrust my pelvis forward like the description in the book.
I started rubbing my clit and, oh, the feeling! Being up there, exposed, naked from the waist down, jilling myself AND standing up too!
I felt an orgasm building way too quickly and had to edge myself for a while, but when I did let myself cum it was like nothing I had ever felt before! Girls, cumming standing up is a whole new world! I felt my ass cheeks clenching, I felt my pussy (desperate for something to contract around) squeezing and I really wished that I knew how to ejaculate. (Some girls do, but I haven't learned how yet.) I wanted to see something spurt from me. In the end, just as the orgasm was subsiding, I held my pussy lips wide open and peed. Almost as good I guess.
For a few minutes I just stood there, still leaning against the stone, but it was way too cold to do that for long so I tugged my knickers back up (only to find I had wet them when I peed) and picked my skirt up.
Like Frank McCourt, I wondered if anyone DID see me, and if they 'went at themselves' as well. I hope so.
Can't wait for the summer now! I have learned the thrill of masturbating outdoors, and the thrill of maybe being seen doing it. I will definately repeat this experience.
Driving home, I felt my soaked knickers against myself and had to jill off in the shower when I got home.
Love Jo. XX