Sun, Warmth, Time To Play

There is something magical about having only a thin layer of cotton between the most private part of your body, and the eyes that are looking at it. There is way more magic if you know, absolutely know, that the thin cotton is stained with girl cum. 

I learned this while at school, and the thrill of panty flashing hasn’t left me. 

I adore museums of any kind. Natural history, science, art, I don’t care, bring them on. There’s one in the city near where I live that is built around a quad, and the quad is used as a picnic area, as well as outdoor dining.

And that, my lovelies, is where you find me and my iPad. You see, I’m writing this in real time. I’m sitting on the grass with both knees up supporting the iPad, and my feet splayed so that my crotch is clearly visible. I’m wearing my panties that I nicknamed “Sir Show-a-lot” because while they are only a mid to light blue in colour, they turn almost black at the slightest hint of moisture….and believe me, today, there’s more than just a hint. 

There’s a really annoying family just to my left…very loud….very ignorant of the ambiance of this place, and they’ve spent the last twenty minutes telling each other how ‘boring’ it is here. Opposite me however, there is a small group. Possibly family….if so it’s dad, a teenage daughter and an older-looking boy. I’d say the girl is maybe 17, but who can tell these days? There’s no sign on mum though. 

Dad, however, has seen up my skirt and keeps glancing over at me from time to time. The boy - I’ll call him ‘the boy’ - simply can’t tear his eyes away. 

Oh, wait here’s mum with a tray of food and drinks. Nice of the family to help her carry them. Anyway, the boy simply can’t tear his eyes off my crotch. He has undressed and fucked me several times already I think. 

I’m going to time this for when dad looks away. There! Now. I reach between my legs, slip a finger under the material and quickly withdraw it again. Idly, as if it were nothing, I pop it in my mouth and give it a quick suck. Oh. My. God….you should see his face! If he hasn’t actually cum in his pants I’d be surprised! 

The girl is pretty though. She’s sitting on the grass too and she has just reached up to take a plate and a cup from mum. She did it in that somewhat awkward way girls do when they aren’t bothered about showing their crotch, but mummy has told her ‘nice girls don't’, so she tried to keep her knees together and totally failed. Oh dear. Still….nice pair of pale pink panties there….something for my wank bank. Ah..now she’s sitting cross-legged, her sandwich plate in her lap. I can just make out the ‘V’. 

Dad has resumed his glancing over at me. I think I’ll move closer. This other family is annoying me too much. 

I’m about 6ft closer to my ‘target’ fam now. I have a much clearer view up the girl’s skirt, and can report that there are definite signs of wetness there. There are most definitely signs of wetness on me! I could have moved closer…much closer, but the price would have been to make myself, or rather my crotch invisible to dad and his son. They think I’m engrossed on my iPad which, in a way, I am. 

Oh, wait, the girl has just moved again, she turned her upper body round and leaned back and has released some pubes from the confines of her panties. Pubes! How I remember them! Nice to grow, initially, if a bit itchy, but how sticky and claggy they got. Three weeks a month stuck together each day with vaginal secretions, and one week a month stuck with period on sanitary towels. Yuck! Mind you, I did enjoy sitting in a hot bath watching the water dissolve the milky fluid from the hairs and enjoyed seeing it dissipate in the water. 

Which made me wonder where she is in her cycle? No sign of a pad, but that doesn’t mean there isn’t a tampon tucked away up there. Anyway, Miss Brain decided she wasn’t on her period, and gave me the image of her pubes, and my tongue. Although I have none myself and never will have, I do rather enjoy pubes on others now and then.

Well, fuck me! The boy has a hard-on. As usual, when I know I’ve caused this, a surge of power runs through my whole body,, finishing at my clit. I feel the wetness flood from me and give an internal squeeze to ensure it is delivered onto my panties. Time for another ‘innocent  fiddle.” I allow my finger to snake into the leg hole once more, but this time I leave it there longer, tracing up and down my right labia. Fuck me, I’m wet now though! Really wet! Again back to my mouth, but this time I look at the glistening tip of my finger first before giving it a little sniff and a suck. 

I don’t think the boy has blinked the whole time I did this. Dad keeps trying to snatch a glance at my…er….snatch, but I think his wife has clocked what he’s doing and she keeps his attention. 

I don’t think I can stand this much longer. I’m so ready. And just as I think this, Miss Brain chimes in with the suggestion that this teenage boy might just realise that he has a source of female scent and taste not a million miles away from him in his sister’s undies. Who knows…maybe. As if on cue, the girl turns her back on me. Her knees are up now as she faces her family. I see the boy’s eyes dart between his sister’s legs as they did mine. I know she is visibly stained and I see the realisation dawn in his eyes. 

I get up and you know where’ I’m going and what I’m going to be doing for the next half hour or so. I have no doubt Miss Brain will contour up something delicious for me using dad, his son and his daughter. I can’t wait to see what she’ll give me! 

Just as I leave the quad, I glance back at the girl, siting cross legged again now, just as we used to do at school in my panty-flashers club…just as we did the day we went commando, and just as we did that day Helen peed on the grass and, unbeknownst to her, damn near made me cum on the spot. 

Afterwards

Wow! Five delicious orgasms involving three squirts, and one assisted by a much-needed pee. Miss Brain didn’t let me down. I imagined peeling those pink panties off the girl and then untangling her pubes with my tongue, teasing us both because I wouldn’t allow myself near her clit until I’d ‘cleared the way’, so to speak. Crusty pubes. Yuck to some, lovely to me. Making her cream into my mouth. Making her cum. Licking her out for the first time.

Then the boy. An image of him creeping silently into his sister’s bedroom, his mouth dry partly with fear, partly with excitement. Looking around…inhaling the scents in the room, and finally, his eyes lighting on the laundry hamper. How tentatively he lifted the lid…..and there, right on the top, her pink panties. Was his hand trembling as he took them? Looking into the crotch, and seeing the pale, slightly off-white discharge. Smelling it made his pre-cum flow. His cock out and in his hand before he knew it, and typically, he hadn’t thought ahead. The orgasm tore at him and with nothing else to hand, he wrapped his sisters panties around his cock and came into them. Then the blind panic….so he stuffed them down deep, hoping they’d dry out before they were discovered. Back in the safety of his own room he thought about what he had just done. Guilt evaporated quickly, leaving only the memory of his first proximity to cunt….and the realisation that he would do it again. 

And that night, dad with his wife. The same old, same old. Her on her back, disinterested yet compliant. Him struggling to keep himself erect until his mind took him back to the quad, and his view up my skirt….my panties with their visible stains. Him trying to assess my age. I do look naturally younger than I am. Maybe he pegged me at 18, but maybe, then again, his brain came out too play and maybe I exuded the young innocent air and he guessed lower. Who knows? As the memory of my crotch revived his flagging spirits, perhaps he grew harder inside his wife, perhaps harder than for a while. Did he imagine me on my back and him pulling my panties aside? Did he imagine I had no pubes? Oh, the times he’d asked his wife to please, please, shave..just once. Just to see what it’s like? And her curled lipped, disgusted refusal that dampened his spirit even more. As he imagined taking me on that grass quad, my panties pulled aside and him thrusting, maybe his renewed vigour stirred something in her too, and despite herself, she became aroused, urging him on. “Oh John! Yes! Fuck me hard. Harder….faster….screw me!” Hopefully, even though he was imagining me, they came together, and maybe too, the next morning, she took the razor and breathed fresh vigour into their sex life. 

And that final cum of mine when I simply couldn’t contain my bladder any longer. The piss spurting from me in time with my orgasm contractions, and the longevity of it prolonging the orgasm way beyond its shelf-life 

For a few moments I relaxed, leaning back, with my panties round my ankles. I did this in school oh, so often. After a silent wank (nuns patrolled the corridors - it wouldn’t do to make any noise) I would lean back and feel like such a slut….I would look like such a slut…

…now, like then, I reveled in it.