Oh Solo Touch! Thank you so much for every single idea you have ever given me - so much material to masturbate with, so many ideas to try out!
And since the weather in the UK is glorious, what better than to skip college and take a walk along the beach. I wore just a short loose skirt, knickers and a t shirt. From the harbour to the nearest town is about three miles. There are some old wartime defences still there, the odd brick building and even some pill-boxes (I think they are called?)
Now I knew even before I left home that I was going to live out a long held fantasy and have a wank outdoors where someone might catch me or see me in the act. I have lost count of the number of times I have fantasized about this, but now I would do it for real.
I walked away from the harbour along the old railway track (now just a cutting) that used to link the harbour to the war defence place. I could smell the sharp salty tang of the sea but in the cutting it was just the relentless sun beating down and the chirping of grasshoppers. Oh I was wet, of course I was. I had that lovely sticky feeling between my legs and I was imagining what was to come and running old Solo Touch stories through my mind.
As I walked I remembered one about a girl, I think she was a pilot or something, jilling off in a pillbox. I also remember she said she wet herself. Even as I remembered it, I thought it sounded really kinky and I decided to do it.
I just squatted there and then, hitched up my skirt and let it go into my knickers. WHAT a fucking rush! I watched the material stain from dark blue to almost black, I felt the warmth and wetness spread and damn near orgasmed like that.
I peeled the soaking knickers off me, noticing, wet as they were, the creamy whiteness of my pussy cream, before tossing them aside. Instead of the pillbox, I just stood and jilled there.
The orgasm was wonderful, free and uninhibited.
I imagined what I looked like, skirt up, standing, knees slightly bent but apart and my hand between my legs rubbing my pussy.
Right there, if someone had come along, I would have bent over and let them fuck me no matter WHO they were, young man or old man, I was just mmm.. well.. READY!.
I walked on and had my jill in the pillbox thing. It smelled of stale pee in there, but you know, that added to it in some kind of sordid way.
I spent the whole morning walking and jilling so much my clit was sore for two days afterwards!