Sometimes, I like getting wet down below, other times I hate it. Unfortunately, my body does not seem to know the difference!
Ok, there are times when I like to get raunchy. My marriage ended some years ago and there is only me in my life which I am OK with at the moment. Doesn't mean I don't feel sexy from time to time and I have spent many an evening masturbating for four or five hours at a stretch allowing myself only a couple of orgasms in that whole time makes it really good. At those times, I love getting myself really wet. I love the feeling of wearing slick knickers, and I love the scent of arousal... the whole nine yards!
When I go to work or to church though, sometimes my body betrays me and I get wetter than I am comfortable with. For a time I would always carry a spare pair of knickers with me, and would change when it got too damp down there.
One day though, I decided to slip a pad in. I haven't used pads since I was 12 and to be honest, it felt really sexy! I could feel it in my knickers pressing against my pussy (totally shaved of course) and I guess it worked in my head that this was what I did when I was in puberty. I would get wet then too, but back then I didn't realise that it was my body telling me I needed a good jilling. So, today, I stood in church with my little pad between my legs and my mind a million miles away from spiritual things. All I could think of was how I was wetting up my 'little girl' pad.
About half way through the service I went to the toilet. My pad was stained with my pussy wetness and looked very 'teenage' against the blue material of my knickers. So, I sat on the toilet and rubbed one out which, of course, made me even wetter. I pulled my knickers up and loved the feeling that was still growing between my legs.
After the service in the Church Hall, I was talking to someone who I really fancy. (I won't say who in case he reads Solo Touch and may be embarrassed.) I wondered how he would take to slipping his hand into my knickers and finding a pad there? A wet pad. Wet with my cum. So, of course, I had to go to the toilet again. This time, I imagined him with me and fucking me bent over the sink. I squirted this time and by now the pad needed changing so, reluctantly, I took it out and flushed it.
I walked home with my knickers in my bag and the cool autumn air swirling around my cunt.
I know that my faith forbids sex outside of marriage and it forbids divorce too. So I guess I am doomed on both accounts.... BUT then again... I am so ready for a good fucking, and I think that I want this guy to do it to me. Yes, I am definitely ready, I think.