Tennis and the Wetness

I’m hot! In every sense of that word!  The weather is glorious and I've spent all day at the tennis club. From the bottom up, I am wearing my white tennis shoes and socks, white skirt, white panties, and white t-shirt. Everything is white, except I suspect, the crotch of my panties. I've been having a 'wet' day. Girls get them at certain times of the month. It happens on days when we just are feeling hyper sexy and that makes us wet. I've played three matches today too and, I know, mingled with my cream is a lot of sweat. Yes, I suspect my panties are no longer white! The lane up to the farm is hot and dusty and, with each step, I feel more and more randy. Yes, randy is the word today; not sexy, horny, aroused, or anything like that. I feel randy, dirty. I'd like to do something dirty. Amy is away for a week on a course so, apart from phone sex, there's no one to be dirty with! For a moment, I think of my family. Jayney would totally understand how I feel right now, but she is God knows where in the world on a tour of duty. Dad? Well, we have done it, but lately he and mum seem to have gotten out of the whole swinging scene. They're all over each other though! Fuck me! I even caught them fucking on the kitchen table last week. They can't get enough of each other. I wanted to join in, but they made it clear that I could watch and nothing else.  Chris? Hmmmm. There's a thought. Oh wait, he's away today as well. Bollocks! The dust from the lane is turning my tennis shoes a light brown. Fuck, I'm randy! I look into the field as I pass. Almost the moment I do, a ram mounts one of dad's ewes and fucks her fast and hard. I watch until he's finished and he trots off looking for another ewe to serve. Lucky ewes!  I'm still a good half mile from the house.  Fuck this. I take my t shirt off. I'm not wearing a bra and the warm sun kisses both my breasts. That alone makes me even more randy. I'm almost in public, topless. Mmmmmm. Skirt next.  Now, I'm walking along in just my wet panties, getting randier by the second.  I open the gate into the orchard. It looks and smells wonderful in here. It is too early for the fruit of course, but still there's that tang of apples. I squat. I can smell myself now; I am so wet, so aroused. I spread my knees wide, pulling the moist gusset tight against my quim. Slowly, I relax and deliberately wet myself. This always turns me on, always. As I make myself pee excruciatingly slowly, I remember telling Amy of my peeing fetish. I remember the look on her face. She'd clearly never thought about it in a sexual way before. I saw a range of expressions cross her face before, finally, she said, "Yes. I can see that. We get wet anyway, don't we? And to do it on purpose, well, yes. I can see that." Then, that delicious little naughty smile of hers before saying, "Hmmm. Does it work if you're just wearing tights?"  That day, Amy was wearing sheer black tights, no panties. That day, she had peed for a sexual reason for the first time ever. I remembered how randy it made her and how she had wanted me so badly the moment she had finished. I had ripped her tights to get at her cunt. Still squatting in the orchard, I pull the gusset aside exposing my quim. I lean back on one hand and began masturbating with the other. I masturbate hard and furious. I am feeling randy and dirty, so I yell obscenities into the still summer air, "Fuck me! Pin me down and screw me. Fuck my cunt. Come inside me."  The orgasm rolls like thunder from deep within me and makes every part of me tremble.  I stand and slip my panties off. I walk to the house in just my trainers and socks.  Mum sees me as I enter the kitchen garden.  She smiles.