I like to do myself outdoors sometimes. It adds a little excitement and a little edge to things. Sometimes I do it when I know I can't be seen, sometimes where I might be seen and sometimes where I know I will be seen, this happened in the engine shed of a disused tin mine in Cornwall, UK.
It was a sweltering hot day for starters. That meant a thin cotton summer dress, no bra and plain cotton knickers.
I hadn't set out with the intention of killing outdoors, but well, it was too tempting. The stone walls of the engine shed and no roof meant it was open to the sky and I sat on a stone ledge and just opened my legs and lifted my dress up high, even sitting there like that was a buzz and I looked out of the door at the sea beyond. I could feel my nipples harden and my knickers getting moist. I love that feeling...you know...that moment of conscious arousal and the knowledge that more is to come,
I slipped a hand into my knickers and even before I got to my pussy I felt a gush, sometimes I am a soft, romantic cummer, other times, I like it dirty, using dirty words, calling them out loud really does it for me...sometimes, not always.
I knew today would be a dirty day. I killed for a while edging up and them stopping. Then I slipped my knickers off, damn, but they were wet, a real mess in fact. I turned my attention back to myself and put my feet up on the ledge I was sitting on, this made me spread them almost impossibly wide, and my back pushed against the rough stone wall.
I pushed two fingers in deep and went for it, fucking myself and moaning out loud, I started to call out 'yeah fuck, fuck me, fuck my cunt' and I got my reward.
A huge orgasm rolled through me like an ocean wave. As I pulled my fingers out to work the last wave from my clit a long stream jetted out of me, I don't know if it was a squirt of pee, and frankly I didn't give a shit, it prolonged my orgasm immensely,
I sat there a while coming down and then decided to leave my knickers there. I rummaged in my bag and wrote a little note.
I dated it added the time and wrote 'I'm Lisa. I'm 19 and I just sat here and masturbated,'
I walked out of the shed and about 200m away were a couple of teenage boys obviously heading for the tin mine to explore. I turned my back and walked off.
I wonder what they did when they found my wet knickers, that night I masturbated again thinking about them jacking off in there, sharing my cunt and what made me cum was thinking what if they did each other?