Actually, it’s in a remarkable state of preservation. So much so, that the authorities haven’t deemed it necessary to cordon any of it off. The inner courtyard is now grass-covered, but three of its turrets are accessible up winding staircases that simply drip history. Some, you can go up higher than others and my favourite one, you can get right up to the crenellated top.
It was up there, when I was 15, that I had my first really naughty outdoor in public, a long way from home thought. “What if I rubbed one out here?” I remember looking around the surrounding fields. Even if someone saw me up here, they couldn’t possibly see what I was doing under my dress. Ah, but what it my dress was undone? In fact, what if it was off? Something in me leaped at the thought and I slowly unbuttoned it and let it fall from my shoulders, leaving me in just my panties. Again, I was fairly certain that someone would have to get really close to the castle to be sure I was naked, so the panties followed.
Outdoor nudity! Is there anything more delectable, more exquisitely naughty? More…risky? I remember feeling myself wet up and the rest was, albeit brief, history. I spread my feet, bent my knees and went for it.
For about three seconds! Or so it felt. The orgasm hit me like a train. I recall looking down as I came and watching the pulsing of my squirt. Naturally me being me, that wasn’t enough. So I peed, still standing.
But that, my lovelies was then. Has ten years calmed me? Made me more mature?
Nah! Of course not!
But I am more attuned to subtleties than I was at 15. I still go up to that tower. (Or one of the others if the weather is bad. Looking through an archery slit is rather like the maiden in the tower. (Ha! ‘Maiden’….yeah, right!) those rooms are quite small, and sex has a scent. For some reason I still prefer standing to sitting or lying down. (Apart from the fact that stone is fucking cold!) I do, however, imagine myself being taken by a knight in full armour. He is exhilarated from winning the battle, and he has to have sexual release….NOW! I imagine him tearing my clothes off bending me forward and undoing himself and just fucking me senseless.
And so I strip, removing everything, and lean forward, one hand on the wall, and Jill myself. What if someone comes? Ah, my lovelies, that’s half the thrill! I have had a couple of really close calls too. One where I was actually still doing up the top button of my dress when a couple walked in. The room smelled of my sex, I knew it…..and she knew it too, because she shot me a definitely accusatory look!
A typical event looks like this.
I decide (or rather Miss Brain does) that I feel like doing something sexual outdoors. I have several dresses that I can get in and out of quickly, so I use one of those. Bra? Nope, never. Panties? Optional. It depends what Miss Brain feels like. (Sidebar: I’d be interested to know if other girls feel like this. I find that cumming IN my panties feels…different…more sexy sometimes. Cumming naked is fabulous, but having an orgasm into my panties brings an added tingle to it.) So panties are optional.
As I walk from my home to the castle, I know what’s coming of course, so I get wetter and more excited with each step. When I get there, it depends on the weather. If it’s a nice warm sunny day, then it’s right to the top. I will take a good look around, and then strip. If I’m in panties, (which, by now, will be very wet) I may take them off, or leave them on, but the chances are, when I’ve finished, I will leave them up there, crotch and cum stains facing out. Reason? I know a lot of teenage boys hang out here too. I like the idea of a couple of friends finding my panties there, and sniffing my sex off them and who knows, maybe they’ll jack off. Or maybe a dad, out with his family will see them and quickly snatch them up into his pocket. That’s cool too!
Ok, so by now you all know that peeing turns me on, so yes, I may well pee up there, either au naturelle, or into my undies. Either’s good. It depends on my mood.
One afternoon, one glorious afternoon, I was up there…I guess I’d be about 20/21, and I caught a glint of sunlight on glass. Someone down in the fields below had a pair of binoculars. No…it didn’t stop me. He couldn’t have seen much because of the crenellations at the top, but he would have got maybe a quick glance at my tits. By the time he had reached the castle, all that remained of me was a faint smell of freshly orgasmed cunt.
Outdoor masturbation? It’s simply the best!
And it’s something Dani has only done on my land around my home. Tomorrow, if the weather is nice, I’m going to bring her up here!
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