I've known this lad, Ben, for a few years now and a few weeks ago I actually noticed him and he noticed me.
My mum and I went to the yard to do the horses. We met up with my mothers friend, Sara, who had decided to ride. I told my mum to go with her and keep her company. So they tacked up the horses and set off. Mum had told me they would be a couple of hours.
I decided now would be a better time than ever to masturbate. (I really enjoy masturbating outside, in public places and at work. The thrill makes it so much better) So I went into the barn next door where we keep the hay and straw. I sat amongst the bales and undid the top few buttons to my shirt. I began fiddling with my nipples, pulling, pinching, and getting rougher as I thought about the thrill and how people are always around up here. I moved my hand down to my trousers and undid the button, then pulled them down a little way to make what I was about to do easier.
I began rubbing my clit gently to get myself started, then got rougher and rougher, the faster I rubbed my clit the more my body started to spasm slightly. I was enjoying myself a little too much for being outdoors and started to breathe heavily. I opened my eyes as I heard someone walking towards me but I was getting close and didn't want to stop. I rubbed harder and harder as the person got closer. I was beyond caring, I smiled as Ben stood in front of me. He knelt down in front of me, pulled my trousers down to my ankles and took over. He wasn't gentle at all, just what I needed. HE rubbed my clit harder than I ever could and grinned as I orgasmed. My body spasmed and I could see he was getting turned on by the noises I was making. He didn't want it to end.
HE removed his hand from my clit and undid the rest of my shirt placing both hands on my breasts. HE carassed them gently, as he started to lick my pussy, winding me up all over again, making me wet. The deeper and rougher he got with his hands. He rubbed my clit and was driving me mad. It wasn't long before I was cumming, he didn't stop. He carried on until our parents got back.
We sat in the barn as I got dressed and calmed down. He asked me what other things I enjoyed. But that's another story!