I am, as some have been kind enough to point out, a loner. I read extensively, and I have a good brain. This seems to set me apart from other girls my age whose sole interest, (it appears to me) is makeup, parties, getting drunk and getting laid. In that order. I prefer my books and walking in the heartachingly beautiful countryside that is the Cotswolds in the UK.
Sexually? Oh yes. I have sexual desires like anyone else, but as yet, my own hand is the only means of appeasing those desires. Still, what one practices, one excels at, don't you find? I can masturbate for hours on end achieving a whole spectrum of different types of orgasm along the way from the gentlest tremble; like a summer zephyr stirring leaves on a forest floor, to savage brutal orgasms that cause me to lose control of myself and even pass out. All are possible and I make whichever one, or ones, I want happen.
So, I was walking in my favourite woodland. The spring sun was causing dappled light to dance in my footsteps, and the first mating calls of the birds was evident high in the treetops. The woods smelled warm, that day, as if nature had shaken off her winter slumber, and was embracing the new life to come. I even slipped my shoes off and walked barefoot along the grassy pathway. Far off, I heard the rapid staccato of a woodpecker and the cooing of woodpigeons. All was well with the world. A little further in, and I could see the distant riding stables shimmering in the heat. My own needs, however were more pressing. I was regretting that second glass of orange juice with lunch and needed to pee. I left the track and found myself a private place. Lifting my skirt, I tugged my panties down. I noticed how wet they were, but, as usual for my mid-cycle, I was used to it. I squatted and giggled out loud. How like a gawky schoolgirl I must look. Crouching down to pee in the woods. I relaxed and let it flow. There is something about peeing outdoors that is liberating and sexual. I watched as my stream puddled between my feet before trickling down the gentle bank and away into the undergrowth. Unfortunately, my aim, I suspect like most girls, was not as refined as that of a man and I found I had splashed my panties a little. Nothing to do but take them off. And now a new sensation. A first for me. Walking barefoot through the woods in nothing but my summer dress. I could feel the cool woodland air between my legs and my pussy. In the near distance I heard two girls talking. They were being coarse and were leading their horses. I evesdropped as I walked along.
'Jeez,... its every bit as hot as you said Claire'
'Huh. You got a wet pussy too huh?'
'Fuck yeah! I'm gonna have to take care of THIS soon... and I need a piss too.'
'Me too. Riding always makes me horny and no matter if I pee beforehand I always need to go afterwards.'
'Wanna do it here?'
By now I was quite close to them. Close enough to make out movement ahead anyway. I saw two blonde heads through the trees and I ducked off the path again to shadow them. I don't know why. Maybe I thought they were going to jill off, maybe I thought they were going to pee. Either would be sexy.
I found myself looking into a small clearing and the two girls, who I would estimate could not have been older than about 15 were fiddling with their clothes. The taller one pulled her jeans down and her dark blue panties. From where I was, I could clearly see white marks in them. She must have been quite wet. The shorter one was wearing jogging bottoms and, it seems, no panties. She tugged her joggers down and the material was quite black indicating a lot of wetness. Then they both squatted down and peed. I watched the golden streams flow and felt my own pussy twitch. Forbidden, unheard of thoughts coursed through me. I imagined going over there, right there and then, and licking both of them. I imagined how they might taste, even though they had just peed. I imagined letting them pee on me. On my breasts, my tummy and my pussy. I was lost in a haze of sexual thoughts. The girls giggled, pulled up their clothes and walked back to their horses. Soon their voices were just a faint echo in the trees. With 'C'mon. I'll race you', I knew I was alone in the woods once more.
I crept into the tiny clearing they had used. The grass was wet beneath my feet and it gave me an awful idea. I slipped my dress off and hung it on a tree. Then, (gross, you may say) I lay down right where the two girls had peed and spread my legs. I could not only feel the still warm wetness on my back, I could smell them too. Pee, certainly, but also that unmistakable scent of femininity. I rubbed my achingly hard clit and wriggled into the grass thinking how kinky it might have been if the girls had squatted over me. I let the orgasm edge no less than eight times before I allowed it to totally consume me. I felt myself wanting to commune with them so I lay, legs spread, and allowed myself to pee very slowly once more. So slowly that it ran down the crack of my bum before mingling with theirs on the forest floor.
And so, standing again, I allowed myself to dry naturally in the air before slipping my dress on.
Before I left, I wanted to leave something to mark the event. Taking my damp panties from my pocket, I placed them neatly on a fallen silver birch log. Next to it I wrote, (I always have a pencil with me.. its a long story in itself) To the two girls here today. Thank you.
I walked slowly home savouring the badness of what I had done and feeling that, somehow, the day when someone else will give me an orgasm was coming closer. A boy? No. A man, yes, possibly. Another girl? Why not. I do not know, yet, what my preference is. Sometimes I dream about being, well, fucked. Not made love to.... fucked. Hard. Savagely.. yes, even forcibly. Sometimes I dream about being forced by another girl too. Other times, a man seduces me so gently.
I don't know how, or where or when it will happen. But the day in the woods, this time was different. This time I know I am, at last, ready.