Innocent Day

...so, I get up, and walk to my mirror. I’m naked; who can sleep clothed in this weather? I look at my reflection. I’m small breasted, and they haven’t changed much since I was 14. My eyes scan lower, over my waist, and to my pubic mound which is hairless. I realisejust how much I resemble my schoolgirl self, ah, the days when I was innocent.....well....maybe not that innocent.  I remember the first time I touched myself for real....not just the usual fumblings that all girls go through when things start to change. I remember the feeling of awareness.....I likes showing my panties, I liked the way boys, men, and sometimes other girls would look up my skirt for longer than perhaps they should have. Girls are insatiably curious about one another....Oh, not always in a lustful way, more by way of comparison. But we are also curious about who has “done it”. I recall it was a hot summer’s day that time too...a Saturday, just like today. I’d had a bad night. Couldn’t sleep, and not just todo with the warmth of the night. then, like now, I’d got up and looked at myself. I had run my handover my boobs and felt the nipples react instantly, coming up firm and almost painfully hard. My boobs aches then, as they do right now. Pre-menstrual? Possibly, but also something else.  My hand then, as now tracked over my flat belly to my hairless mound....well...then, it wasn’t hairless. I had a thin growth of pubic hair,of which I was very proud. My finger found the top of my slit and slipped lower. I found myself slick and wet.  As my finger tracked over my clit I felt a spark of electricity, and in my mind, something told me this was important...this mattered...this would lead somewhere.  And so, with these memories running through my mind, I feel as vulnerable now as I did then.  I let my finger travel down further. I caress my pee hole, and then down to my vagina. I am so wet this morning. My mind fleetingly considers getting my dildo, but immediately dismisses the notion. I want this to be as pure as possible...like it was then.  Im about to finger myself, but even that isn’t quite right. I open my panty drawer and rummage around until I find a pair of white cotton panties, close to the style I wore then. As soon as I put them on,I know it’s right. I start again with my boobs, never letting my eyes stray from the mirror. Thhe reaction this time is stronger...much stronger. Pain and leasure conjoined.  Bythe time my hand is in my panties, I’m fully in role, and have gotten much, much wetter already....and I was wet to being with. My hand curls between my legs and a finger gently enters my vagina. I spread my feet apart a little ways, and bend my knees, curling my hips forward at the same time.  My finger curls too, and finds my g spot. That wonderful bitter-sweet feeling stabs through me. It’s like and intense desire to pee, but so, so leasurable at the same time.  My middle finger is deep inside me, and the heel of my hand is pressing against my clit. Perfect! Using my left hand, I reach up and cup my left boob, and use my thumb and forefinger to pinch the nipple.  My mind wanders back through the years. When I did this then, I’d think,and sometimes whisper...never more than whisper...words, dirty words. And so I do now. “Cock......cunt.....fuck.....fuck me.....fuck my cunt.” At 14, I had a sudden flash of imagination, although not based on experience of course, of a boy pushing me forward over a desk, pulling my panties aside and ducking me from behind.  The image, imagined then, but built upon experience since, courses through my brain, and I feel my orgasm building.  At 14, that Saturday morning, I knew....just knew beyond doubt I would cum, but I also felt I might pee, so I resisted it...held it back as long as I could.....Oh,how I fought it! But I wouldn’t stop fingering self then, and I didn’t now.  Like then, the mental,images just built, almost out of control, umtil, I remembered. I’d heard my parents having sex the night before. That was why I woke so horny that day. They had been louder than usual too....and clearly in a very dirty mood.  Id heard mom say “fuckme, you bastard.” I’d heard dad grunting, and the he’d called her a dirty name which obviously made them both cum. “You fucking dirty cunt”.  The memory of yesteryear comingles with the moment, and I cum hard and longinto my panties. The orgasm crashes over me like an Atlantic wave and pounds me. My knees quiver and I almost fall to the ground. I feel myself squirt into my panties. Back then, I’d totally lost it and wet myself, but not this time. This time, it’s pure girl cum.  Eventually the rolling swell becomes ripples, and I’m filled with a warm, post-orgasmic glow. I pull my hand from my panties and look at the wetness on my finger and in my palm. I lick my juices and taste myself. I’ve always enjoyed the taste of my cunt, even back them. i don’t bother to take the soaked panties off. Something tells me I’m not quite done yet.  So,I make some coffee and sit at my breakfast bar just letting my mind wander whee it will. My clit still throbs, but not withthe urgency of before. My little bud needs more attention, but my mind needs to settle on a theme first. A chuckle escapes me when I realise just how visual I am when it comes to masturbation. I need images....sometimes imagined, sometimes memories, but always a theme.  Coffee finished, I walk into the garden. It’s way too early for anyone else to be up and about, I think. I love being naked, or semi naked outdoors. If someone saw me like this,they would be aching for me to take my panties off, but not today.  I have a small orchard of about a dozen trees, apples, pears, plums......I wander among them, feeling the rough Barack and looking at the growing fruit. It’s going to be a good year....then I remember something. A friend told me she rubbed one out on her way back from school...she just leaned her back against a tree and did it. She said “it only took seconds! I’ve never cum that fast before”. And that’s it! i lean my back against the tree and grope into my panties again. I smell of sex and my panties are wet inside and out. I find my sex bean and rub....no fingering this time....I imagine finding her doing this....I imagine rushing over, kissing her and replacing her hand with mine. At the moment my mind feels her cum, o cum again into my panties...not savagely like last time, this is more a series of delicious quivers that course through me. They feel.....naughty.  Back in the house, I realise I’d better get dressed. Workman are coming today to commission my newly installed air conditioning. I wouldn’t want them to find me looking like a schoolgirl who wants to be fucked.....   ....would I?