It's All In The Mind

I sit, somewhat indecorously on a bench near the cricket pavilion. Soon they'll get ready for the cricket season by meticulously mowing their pitches, and cursing that this is common land, and some dog owners aren’t as careful or public minded as they perhaps should be. 

Nonetheless, there I sit, one foot on the bench and my knee against its back, the other foot on the ground, it’s knee spread wide. I knew, when Miss Brain insisted on picking me out ‘young’ clothes today that it would be an interesting one. So, here I sit, trainers, ankle socks, mid-thigh skirt, nice and pleated so it allows leg movement, blue panties of the shade that shows even the slightest hint of moisture, and trust me, there’s more than the slightest hint down there. White top, no bra, and nipples hard as rocks.

He sits on the bench a little way from me. He has a newspaper which he is studiously not reading, or if he is, he is surely the slowest reader in history for he hasn’t turned a page since he caught sight of me. He is sitting with his back to the arm of the bench, both feet on it and the newspaper resting on his knees. Perfect for hiding the erection I’m certain he has. 

Peripherally, I can see him staring at me over the top of that newspaper. The moment I look up, his eyes dart down to the paper again. It makes me smile. Oh for the gift of telepathy! I wonder what I’d hear? 

“Christ! Look at her! Cant be more than 15! She has no fucking idea how horny she looks. I mean, honestly. Just look at her! There’s even a wet patch on her panties…horny little bitch. I bet she rubbed herself off this morning. I wonder if she’s been fucked yet? Probably! Or if she hasn’t, then it’s more by pure fucking luck. I bet she teases her family like this too. Hey, what if she hasn’t a brother? Imagine being around that all day. I’d fuck her brains out right here on the grass.” 

I let my hand drift down and I’ll itch myself as adolescents so often do…somewhere between a scratch and a sexual touch. He doesn’t miss it.

“Oh fuck! She must know what she’s doing! Dear God! You know, I wonder if she’s one of those girls who shave? A lot do these days.” 

Abruptly he gets up and walks towards me. He has absolutely no idea that I’d suck him off in the public toilets behind me, or let him fuck my arse. He walks resolutely towards me and I make myself a promise. If he asks, I’ll say yes. 

But he doesn’t. He flashes me a half smile as he passes, and I flash one back noticing that his newspaper is held awkwardly in front of him. Definite erection, then? 

He strides past me and into the men’s toilets. He is gone for about five minutes. Too long for a pee. He looks flushed when he emerges too. He walks off, minus the newspaper, I notice. 

When I’m sure I have the place to myself, I duck into the men’s restroom too, and not for the first time. I love the scent in here. Dirty, grungy, but my nose easily separates everything. It discards the bleach blocks and cleaning materials. It leave the astringent scent of piss of course, but there’s something else. Semen. Old semen, and….right there…new semen. I look into both cubicles, but of course there’s nothing to see. He didn’t look the kind who would shoot his load onto the floor and walk off. Nevertheless, the scent is there. 

I’ve been in here before…a few times, actually. I enjoy the earthiness of it. I left a pair of panties in here once, and once, I sat in a stall listening to a nameless, faceless man masturbate in the next stall. I even tried to see through one of the small holes bored in the wall, but all I got was the occasional flash of a forearm. 

My man had been in here. He had finished himself off to the images of me stored in his mind. I wonder, tonight, when he is in bed with his wife, if he will imagine fucking me as he screws her. Will he, I wonder, allow himself a taste of the forbidden by pegging my age at deliciously the wrong side of “legal”? 

I don’t finish myself. Instead, I walk home in my wet panties. I feel really dirty today and I’m going to do something in my woods. 

On the way, I do wonder about this whole “legal/illegal” stuff. There are fully developed girls of 13 who are mentally nowhere near knowing what they are doing. Then again, there are girls like me. I absolutely knew I was ready for sex, certainly during my 14th year and definitely when I was 15. The age of consent here is 16, but in other countries it varies wildly from 12 right up to 21 with the average being 18. Just goes to show what a bunch of crap it all is. 

Yes, it’s possible for someone to persuade another person to have sex…to put them in a situation where they don’t feel they can say no, perhaps laying a guilt trip on them. But then again….i knew…I know the power of my body…and it’s mine to wield.

The lane to the footpath was deserted of traffic and the birdsong is deafening! Well, it’s that time of year for them too. Pairings, couplings and new life will follow. 

For me, what I thought was the peak of horniness has paled into insignificance alongside how I feel now. I don’t just want sex 24/7 I crave it. I need an orgasm several times a day, and more than once, I’ve masturbated my clit into untouchable soreness. Still, I’m a girl of many talents, likes and imagination. I can, if the need is great enough, make myself cum without direct contact. 

And so I let myself become the characters of my outfit. I allow myself to peel away the years to when I did “naughtiest” outdoors on the way home from school. I’d find myself somewhere in the woods near my parents home. Sometimes, I’d just lift my stupid kilt up, showing my panties to..er…well, no-one. Other times, I’d take my panties off and be bare. Once or twice, I actually stripped naked. What a heady thrill that was. 

Sometimes, I peed. Standing up, now that was different! I even learned I had some control over aim! (Difficult, but not impossible.) but it was always panty peeing that really ignited my sexy feelings. I began by just doing that, but it wasn’t long before I started putting scenarios around it. Maybe someone was watching…maybe someone was beating off as he watched. Maybe it was a she who was watching me. Wide-eyed, watching me break a deep-feed girl taboo….never get your panties messy. 

This time, I felt….young….innocent yet daring, on the cusp of being really naughty. I squatted and on the way down felt some involuntary twitches both inside and of my clit. Just as well, after yesterday it was still way too sore to actually touch. As usual, I leaned forward as I started to pee slowly so I could watch the drips become a thin stream and I felt the wetness spread sideways, backwards and…oh fuck it’s going to reach my clit. But it slowed down! Noooooooo! Fucking Noooooooo! I managed a couple more drips and finally felt my naughtiness kiss my swollen clit and I came in my panties. 

There’s something about cumming in your panties. Ask any girl. Sure, spreading your legs is great. Thrusting hips is better. Imagining some mystery lover fucking yo senseless (even if you don’t have the first idea of what fucking actually entails) but cumming in your panties, that can be exquisite too. Especially if it means you have to walk around in your cream afterwards. 

I do need to slow down though. I’ve had some cramps over the last couple of days, and my horniness has to take a back seat. It was around this time that it all went to shit last time, and this is the last try for me.