Just Me, My Fingers and My Mind.

I hadn't intended to masturbate. Anyway, yesterday was the hottest June day for years....for ever, I think.....and I just wanted to find a shady spot, preferably catching what little breeze there was. So, white cotton dress, white panties, nothing else. Sun lounger, drink, book, and ear buds in case I felt like listening to something. I lay there for ages. I couldn't concentrate on my book, because I felt something...different. No, that's not right at all. I felt like something important was going to happen that would involve me. The feeling was disturbing, actually. There was an element of threat to it....a certain knowledge that whenever ''it" happened....whatever "it" may be, it would be life changing. I must admit, I was unsettled enough to feel uncomfortable. Was I unwell? I did a quick body scan. No, no nausea, no headache or any other aches or pains, tummy fine. Well, yes, I was wet, but that's normal for me. Maybe I just need to get myself off? Well, why not? I have the place to myself, Ali, mum and dad are out....not that I'd mind them seeing anyway....so I relaxed, took a couple of breaths and let my mind drift. This is what I usually do when I start play with myself. Instead of an image or fantasy, I found that I was touching myself before any image came to me. It felt good though....really good. I spent ages just unbuttoning my dress and playing with my exposed boobs. By the time my dress lay open on the lounger, leaving me in just my panties, I was tingling in a way that just doesnt happen unless there is something in my head first. I stroked myself through my panties....again, for ages, absolutely ages. No, it wasn't teasing, edging, or whatever else, this was accumulative, building towards something. Panties slowly off, then. Really slowly. I often use my own panties for scent or sucking, but today I just dropped them idly on the grass. I spread my legs and began to masturbate properly. Two fingers left hand inside, right hand middle finger on my clit. Still no fantasy......and then.....oh wow....and then!!!! It struck me that I was part of this group called 'women'. Every girl, from puberty onwards has travelled this road. She has explored her secret flower in this way. They say only a woman knows how to touch another woman, and instantly flashes of images coursed through me. I saw Ali, hand in her panties, exploring herself for the first time. I saw Heather, I saw Jess, I saw others I knew, all of whom had their secret moments of exploration. Each and every one had discovered themselves like this....or, if not actually like this, then building towards this. I saw girls who accidentally found their sex....maybe by climbing ropes at school or horse riding. Maybe by having to address an unexpected period, and the cleanup process felt unexpectedly nice. I saw the girl in the shower, finding the pleasure of a shower head accidentally.....I saw all this....I saw womanhood....beautiful, flowering, emergent womanhood, and in that moment, I felt connected to each and every one. I felt connected to the young teenager, cumming for the very first time in a breathy explosion of pleasure. I saw the girl in her 20's losing her virginity....I saw....everything. I wasn't cumming for me, I was cumming for and with my sisters.  The orgasm felt like nothing I've had before. No squirting, no dirty words, this was a benediction. A blessing. I bucked my hips, my legs spread wide, exposing myself to the world, and I came....and came....and came.  When it subsided, I felt wrapped up in a million arms.  And I cried.