Out And About

I need to be in a certain space mentally for this to work. I’ve tried rubbing one out, in haste, but it simply isn’t good. No…I need to absorb an atmosphere….identify a target or a reason….and then let Miss Brain go to work. 

I was once shown a flight deck of a large passenger aircraft and the lovely pilot said that they have a radar that, to use her words “Paints the sky ahead of us, so I can see rainstorms/snow…..and it shows up here.” I liked that analogy of ‘painting the sky’. Miss Brain works a bit like that, constantly scoping out my surroundings, and tapping me on the shoulder if there’s something I need to be aware of. The point is, I don’t need to actively think about scanning my immediate surroundings. It just happens…but…I have to have nothing else on my mind. 

Train journeys are ideal, since I’m captive between setting out and my destination. I walk a lot….it gives me the time to just shed any cares away and meditate on the move….again, a perfect mindset. 

And then there are days, like today, when no sooner had I showered and dressed than I found I was already becoming wet. Oh dear…one of those days, huh? Miss Brain often wanders far and wide across my sexual history on days like these. Today, for example, she reminded me of those days I’d dress for school and hardly be out of my bedroom before I felt that wet patch forming. By the time I’d walked to school, some days, I would be a hot mess down there…and with the wetness came the erotic thoughts, a rock-solid clit, and highly sensitive boobs. On days like that I’d sit in class and scope out my class mates, Miss Brain picking up on the subtlest of signs in the other girls. 

There. See her? Second one along, front row. Tiny blotches on her neck. I wonder if she rubbed one out this morning. FLASH! Instant image of her, lying on her bed, maybe naked, maybe just in her panties, hand between her legs, working away. Or him….the chemistry teacher. A ‘civilian’….neither monk nor nun. Wedding ring…..did he fuck his wife this morning? Does he get hard thinking of us?…or maybe me? Does he fuck his wife thinking of that teasy little upskirt I flashed him last week? Was he buried deep inside her, but imagining fucking me, a sweet, innocent virgin schoolgirl? 

The train I’m on today is not too busy. I’m taking myself off to the coast. It’s been a while since I’ve visited the beach and smelled the salt air. 

Fuck me….the beach is busy today…..but the sand dunes over to my right look promising. I settle myself down, perched high above the main beach, and let Miss Brain paint the scene below me with her sex radar. I keep coming back to a family quite near me. Mum, dad, two teenage children. Both kids plugged into their phones, listening to something….mum lying back trying to convince herself everyone is enjoying themselves……and dad…..dad wondering what happened to his sex life - non-existent, pretty much, since the kids arrived, and now regimented to early Sunday morning before the kids get up and ‘quietly, John! We don’t want the kids to hear do we?”  And alongside her admonishment to be silent during sex, there’s, “Oh John..for heaven’s sake! Not now…I’ve got a headache/too tired/not in the mood/ add excuse here.” 

He rolls himself onto his tummy and casts a regretful look at his wife. God in heaven…he could take her right here in front of anyone - even in front of the kids. How he’d love to pull her bikini to one side and slip his length up her. Again, a bittersweet memory of when they used to do exactly that. In their early years, they’d become adept at having sex in public in broad daylight. But all that is gone now. Ring on the finger, kids, and no thanks…I don’t need sex anymore. The Great Deception, alive and well. 

He tears his gaze away from his wife and spots me. Miss Brain reacts instantly, and I part my feet enough for him to see right up my skirt. He knows I’ve done it on purpose. I know I want him to see. I reach around my bum and pull the crotch of my panties far to one side. Mine is the first vulva he’s seen for a long time…certainly, it’s the first one that has been deliberately exposed to him. I wet the middle finger of my other hand and sink it deep inside me before pulling it out and sucking it. He hasn’t even dared to blink! 

I seem to be able to see into his brain.  I see his eyes flick once and once only over to his daughter. She’s lost in her iPhone, but instantly I know as his wife has firmly closed her legs, and his daughter entered adolescence, he noticed the changes in her body, and, guilty though he feels about it, he has found himself looking for longer than perhaps he should. Oh, he’s done nothing about it..he never would…never….but her hugs have become…uncomfortable for him. And then there was that time he noticed her panties lying on the bathroom floor. He’d picked them up and was about to drop them in the hamper when, involuntarily, he’d smelled them. He still hasn’t got over the guilt of the ensuing wank. 

I let him stare at me as, quite deliberately, I take my panties off. I stand up and looking directly at him, I drop them onto a sandy tussock of grass and indicate he should follow me. He either will or he won’t. I find myself a nice, deep depression in the dunes. Invisible from everyone. I don’t have to wait long. I wonder what he told them? “Just going for a walk/to the toilet.” I doubt he even got so much as a grunted acknowledgment. 

He finds me, as I intended he should. I’m lying with my legs open so the first thing he sees is me with my legs spread…lest there be any doubt. I’d be happy just to masturbate with him, but one look in his eyes, now much closer and I see the agony of restraint in them. This man has learned to curb his feelings and desires. I just know that in his house, he can’t even suggest sex without a withering repost. Well…not from me! He slithered down into my hollow and I am on him. I rug his swimming shorts down and release his cock. There’s no foreplay….no niceties. He’s in me before he knows it. Now Miss Brain links with his. There’s a handshake dump of information and she seems to know exactly what he needs…..and what I need. She reaches for the mouth controls. “Don’t hold back. Fuck me. Hurt me.” I’ve learned that ‘hurt me’ is intensely erotic for some men. I’m about to inject some of my conscious thoughts by saying “think of your wife…your daughter…” but Miss Brain slaps my face and tells me to leave it to her. 

He holds my hips and murmers “How old are you?” Ah…yes….I keep forgetting. Short…almost boobless….and totally hairless….I suppose it’s a reasonable question. “It’s ok..I’m 23.” Somehow I know he doesn’t want age play…he doesn’t want anything other than good, spontaneous sex. He really rams me…..hard and fast, banging into me. I know he won’t last long, but I find myself about to cum. 

I tell him I squirt. His eyes open wide, “Oh sweetie…I don’t care if you piss on me.” I tell him that can be arranged too! It’s too much for him, and I feel him cumming inside me which triggers my orgasm. It’s truly immense…for both of us. 

When I climb off him, I see how shiny and wet his cock is with me. “Do you get blow jobs?” (Huh? Why has Miss Brain asked that?) He looks sheepish. “About all I do get….how did you know?” I ignore his question. “Do something for me….let that (I indicate his rapidly drying cock) dry on you, and then get a blow job off her. You’ll know she’s sucking another woman’s cunt.” He nods. “How old are your kids?” He indicates over his shoulder “Robert’s 15, Nikkei’s 17.” I consider….a looong old time to be on sex rations. 

We sit in our hollow and he tells me Miss Brain’s prediction was pretty much accurate, except her legs snapped shut after conception rather than birth. “We had a brilliant sex life before Nikki, and then….” He tapers off, lost for a moment in thought. “Then she wanted another, and suddenly it was back to normal…until she fell pregnant with Robert, then as soon as she was pregnant, that was it. Now I get sex once a week….always in the bedroom…always the same thing…and the occasional blow job which she does, but she lets me know she resents it. Things are…tough.” 

I notice his cock hardening again as he looks at me. “I need a piss.” (Huh? My voice again?) Again his eyes widen and I know he wants to watch me. I shift into a squat and am about to go when he says “That was my first sexual experience when I was 15. A girl peed her panties…deliberately…in front of me.” Oh well…why not? I pull mine back on and squat in front of him and very slowly pee into the sand. He’s fully hard and jacking himself. I pick the moment to perfection falling forward onto all fours to catch most of his cum in my mouth. 

“I’d better….” He indicates over his shoulder. I manage a, “Yeah.” Which I hope conveys the right tone. Just before he disappears out of sight I say, “Oh…thank you. I really needed that.” 

And I realise, I did.