Getting Out Again

Being stared at is something every girl gets used to from puberty onwards. At first it's embarrassing and creepy, and for some girls it remains so, but for many (me) it soon becomes an indicator of the power of our bodies. I love it when someone shows me attention, and believe me, I play to my audiences, be they Male or female.  Girls check each other out a lot. It's just something we do. Eyeing up the competition maybe? Maybe more!  One of my biggest turn ins is when I get to flash my crotch at a guy. I love how they look, but pretend not to be looking. Better still, I love it when from a distance, I can make a guy hard!  The effect I have on him is one element of my pleasure, the other is the fact that between my most intimate area and him, there is just a thin strip of cotton!  So, as usual, this morning, I pulled on my shorts and a t shirt and trainers and went for a run. There are two routes I use, one is five miles round trip and the other nearly eight. Both take me through open farm land and a small wooded area. (And yes, ive masturbated in both!)  This morning was a 'wet' morning for me. I can always tell, even before I've begun my arm up. I feel that lovely, slow, leaking and slickness that will usually herald some outdoor fun. For me, the dilemma is how long I can hold out before I have to do something dirty....and today, I felt dirty! Not just horny, or romantic, or sexy....dirty type sexy!  In the field that leads to the wood, I took my shorts off. I wasn't wearing panties, and my shorts were in a mess! Feeling the cool air round my wetness was delicious.  Into my head popped a story I read here about some girls from a riding school who had stopped to,pee in the woods. What they didn't know was that they were being watched. Although I couldn't see anyone for miles, I decided to use that scenario.  So, T shirt off, and totally naked, I ran into the coolness of the trees. There were plenty of places I could have peed and masturbated without any risk of being seen, but I wanted that risk, so I chose a more open area where I could see the sky and there was a warm open glad with dappled light. I left my clothes hanging on a tree and walked right to the middle.  If I had touched myself I would have cum in seconds, but I wanted to pee first. There is something lovely for a girl..well..for me anyway....about peeing outdoors. There is a vulnerability about it that I really love! So, I squatted and just stayed there while I imagined someone in the undergrowth watching me. My brain settled on it being another girl. (Hmm..odd that....I thought I was more in a get myself fucked mood today, but I've learned not to go against what my head supplies me with.)  She sees me. Her heart is racing because she wouldn't dare do this herself, but oh, how she would like to be brave enough. She watches as I squat and there is a fleeting nanosecond of disgust, but it mutates into a sexual interest. She feels the pulsing of her own clit and in her mind, the relief of a good long pee...hmm....yes....she can see the sexuality of it. Relief is, after all, relief.  I have, of course, squatted in a most unladylike manner. No knees tightly together for me. No feet slightly apart. No. My knees were spread to the point of instability, my hands on the forest floor behind me for balance, and my sex fully exposed. My pee arcs upward and forward.  I sense her watching. She moves, and there is a slight rustle. Enough, certainly for me to locate her. She is right next to where I left my clothes.  My right hand moves to my boobs and rubs them, before moving down between my legs. She gives a sharp intake of breath! She hasn't long discovered masturbation herself, and now, she is going to get to see me do it. I begging, not by touching my clit...that will bring me off too quickly....instead I ease my finger around my labia. She stares, fascinated. Slowly, I push a finger inside me. She gasps. She hasn't done this yet. Too afraid it will hurt...too afraid someone will know. One finger disappears inside me, followed by another. I could cum right now, so I'm careful not to let any part of my hand touch my clit. Should I finger my bum too? No....that would scare her off. Instead, I make a show of taking my fingers out, bringing them to my face and smelling them before sucking them deep into my mouth. I will her to notice my shorts, only inches away from her. If only she would take a chance and reach for them. I give her the opportunity by tilting my head right back as far as it will goe, and closing my eyes. When I glance back, my shorts have gone!  (You will have gathered by now, that this is what I was thinking about while I masturbated in that small glade. 'She', sadly, is there only in my mind.) Back in my glade, I am sweating, and not because of the three miles I have run to get here. She is watching me intently. Her eyes are, I'm sure, wide. I can't see her, but I'm guessing she is around 15, maybe younger, maybe older. Who knows? My imagination seems to find this detail irrelevant.  I finger myself again, and as I inhale my scent again, I imagine her looking at the fresh stains in my shorts, and bringing them to her face. She hesitates, unsure, but then breathes me in. She is surprised by the flood of pheromones, and the effect it has on her. She feels a flood between her legs and  thinks for a moment she has wet herself, and she has, but not in that way. She reaches into her own panties and finds herself soaked. I know it's nearly time.  I allow the heel of my hand to graze my clit as it moves...only the lightest, gentlest of touches. I'm getting cramp in my legs, squatting like this, but the pain only seems to enhance the sexual feelings. I fuck myself and start to vocalise. "Yes...finger me. Stick your fingers in my cunt. Finger fuck me." I speak loud enough for her to hear. "Finger me, you fucking bitch." She knows, now, that I'm thinking of another girl doing me. Her hand is exploring her moist folds, her clit is hard, pert, demanding attention.  She whispers to herself. "Yes....finger me....bitch." She inhales my scent again, and again, a flood of juices pour from her. She has never felt like this before. All those sticky days, all those horny nights, and now.... I can't hold back any more. "I'm gonna cum....." I give myself one last mental image. It is of her tentatively sticking her tongue out and tasting me on my shorts. Back in the forest glade, I have had a crashing orgasm. I have squirted too. I feel so open...so filthy.....so glorious! I feel my bum contracting, even though I haven't fingered it. I think, not for the first time, how strange it is that my bum is so strongly connected to sexual feelings.  I stand up and walk back to my clothes. They are still there...exactly where I left them. Of course they are. Where else would they be, but as I pull them back on me, and jog out of the forest, I remember a dream I had where, for some reason, I was caught, outside, and had to make my way, stark naked, home. I think I'd like that in real life. I might try it sometimes.