Discovering Masturbation

As a little girl, I always loved horses and used to pester my parents to let me go riding.  Living in a large town that was a bit of a mission to go out into the country and find a stables, but finally when I was 13, after much pleading, my mum relented and every Saturday morning we would go for a lesson.  I remember the horse I was given was called Woolly (because he used to be a jumper!).  He wasn’t very tall.  Mum couldn’t afford the fancy riding kit, so I just wore jeans and a T-shirt.  I absolutely loved it and even riding round in circles was thrilling. After about half an hour I became aware of a strange feeling between my legs. I had never sat astride anything before so apart from riding a bike I had experienced nothing similar.  The feeling was difficult to describe. Pressure, almost like wanting to pee but I knew it wasn’t that.  I tried to locate the source by moving about on the saddle. Well, that definitely worked and the feeling increased.  I also noticed that it became even more intense when I slid forward in the saddle and the seam of my jeans rubbed on my vagina hole. (Little girl to religious mummy: “What’s this called mum?” “That’s your vagina darling, its where you pee.” No mention of a sexual connection!)

So, after an hour, the feeling was getting very intense and very pleasurable, and my lesson ended.  I climbed down off Wooly and mum drove me home. The feelings between my legs were subsiding and I remember feeling disappointed because I had got to the stage that I was really enjoying it.  By the time I got home, it had gone, and I thought nothing of it.  You have to remember that being brought up in a Baptist home, any touching between the legs was expressly forbidden as “a dirty habit”, because that was where your wee and poo came from.  It didn’t stop me thinking about it though and when I undressed for bed that night, I did notice my panties were more messy than usual!

The next Saturday I was filled with excitement again and Woolly was waiting.  This time they led us around the paddock, so we were going a bit faster.  Sure enough, the feeling started to return and sooner this time.  As we rode around it got stronger and this time, I was convinced I was going to pee myself!  I was just about to excuse myself and go to the toilet, when I got this fluttery feeling in my vagina.  I honestly thought it was too late and expected to pee my panties. But I didn’t.  Instead, I got these wonderful lightheaded feelings and my tummy and thighs trembled and I felt faint.  I had to hold on for dear life and had no idea why I felt so strange but all warm and tingly.  Nobody seemed to notice so I carried on enjoying the ride until it was time to go home.  Mum asked me why I was smiling in the car.  I told her I was happy because of the riding of course!

When I got back to my room I lay on the bed and almost fell asleep I was so relaxed and dreamy.  Fortunately, my sister was out so I didn’t have to talk to her.  I took my jeans off and this week I noticed much more sticky stuff in my panties.  So, there must have been a connection between the pleasant feelings and the sticky stuff!  I knew it wasn’t anything to do with my period.  I had only just started them and just finished a few days before. This wasn’t normal, but as it was nice and didn’t hurt, I wasn’t bothered.  The next day was Sunday. Church and not much else happened on Sundays.

After school on Monday, I asked mum if my best friend Heather could come over after school.  She agreed.  I had known Heather for a couple of years, and we did dance classes together.  She asked me about the horse riding, and I told her how much Ioved it and then I told her about the strange feelings between my legs.  She giggled and smiled at me and told me she had those too!  Well, it was nothing to do with horses then, because she didn’t ride.  I asked her when it happened to her, and she told me it felt nice when she put a finger there and rubbed.  Wow! I wasn’t expecting that.  I had never touched there except when wiping up after the toilet and that never made me feel nice.  Heather told me she heard about it from another older girl at school and it was called diddling! She said she liked to do it in a warm bath and described exactly the same feelings of pressure, feeling like you were going to pee and then the exciting little fluttery feelings all around her pussy. (I had never heard it called that either!) So, at least I knew it wasn’t just me.

That night, I put my finger where she told me and rubbed. The nice feeling returned much quicker with my finger rubbing and as my legs were together rather than astride a horse, it was different somehow but still a lovely happy feeling.  It made me want to squeeze my thighs together to make it even nicer which I did.  I also noticed my breathing was becoming faster and my fingers were getting wet. Another connection! That must be where the sticky stuff comes from.  I started wriggling about a lot too as the feelings increased but then disaster struck!  My sister in the next bed asked me what I was doing?  She couldn’t have seen me playing under the covers because it was dark, so I made up some story about uncomfortable with the covers on as it was too hot.  I dare not continue in case she heard again.  I had no idea if she knew what this diddling was like, but I didn’t want her telling mum!  So, I stopped and lay there disappointed as the nice feelings went away,

The next day at school, Heather asked me if I had diddled yet?  I said I had but my sister interrupted before it got to the good bit. I got home half an hour before my sister and decided to try again. My hand went inside my panties and started rubbing. Perhaps because I was expecting it, the feelings came much faster and stronger this time.  After only a few minutes rubbing the wetness was back and I was squeezing my thighs tight again as the pressure grew in my pussy, as Heather called it.  This time I didn’t have to stop, and it got nicer and nicer until that pee feeling arrived, and the tingles started inside and down my legs. I was panting and then suddenly it was like a shock, and everything seemed to go crazy in my tummy and pussy and I was twitching like crazy.  I lay there panting and as I now know, I had my first proper orgasm from masturbation.  I lay there smiling for ages until I heard my sister get home! I quickly mopped up the sticky stuff between my legs with tissues and pulled my panties up and tried to act normal when my sis came in.  There was a secret little smile on my face, and she must have wondered why I was so happy!

That was the beginning of my long and wonderful relationship with my fingers which continues to this very day.  Dear Woolly continued to give me a lovely ride every Saturday, but having discovered proper masturbation it was only the starter. My fingers were always the main course!  And now dear reader, if you will excuse me, I have something urgent to do…….. 😉