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The view from my bedroom

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: Flightcrew737 Posted on: 08 Oct 2006 1 comments
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From my bedroom window, one can see the school at which I was educated. Between my garden and the school is a meadow, past its best now, as summer eases gently into autumn. Standing here, looking out, I remembert seeing the two girls who found a little privacy for themselves and each other. It is unusually warm tonight so I decide to go to the spot they chose. I take a blanket with me and make my way down the garden, through the gate to the secret spot they found. I spread my blanket down and lie on it looking at the stars. In the school field beyond, I can see some of the girls walking, playing. Just enjoying the early evening. I breathe deeply and sigh a little. I let my hand begin the exploration of my body. In the still air, I can hear their voices. They talk about this, that, nothing at all. Now, my hand is inside my knickers. The voices fade and rise as they walk. There is movement in the bushes near me. Nothing but the gentle zephyr of breeze surely? But then, who knows, mabe someone is watching me. Perhaps with her hand between her own legs. I slip my knickers off me and turn slightly to expose my pussy to the bushes and the school field beyond. I start to penetrate myself now. Gently, fully. A twig snaps. Now, there can be no doubt. I am no longer alone. I continue fingering and letting my back arch from time to time. I moan, gently, urgently. I reach for my discarded knickers and bring them to my face. I murmer a name, any name. "Ohh Sarah". There is a sharp intake of breath from the bushes, which, for now, I ignore. I give voice to my fantasy. Smelling my knickers again I mutter "Oh Sarah. Ohh I wish I had your beautiful cunt here with me now." I stop talking and listen intently. There is breathing, the softest of moans. I make sure I give the girl there the best of shows. I hold my pussy lips apart for her, so she can see my erect clit. Slowly, oh so agonisingly slowly I allow my finger to touch my clit. At the moment of contact I hear her gasp. I decide to take courage in my hands. I say out loud "Come and watch closer if you like. It's ok. I know you're there. Come and watch me." To my surprise, she does. Appearing from around the bush, a pretty blonde girl walks towards me and kneels by my side. I continue masturbating and telling her everything I am feeling and thining."I knew you were there. I loved the thought of being wathced. Can you see how wet you have made me? Look, I can push my fingers inside so easilly. Would you like to touch me?" She does not reply, but I feel a hand on my thigh. I take it and gently urge it towards my sex. She is so gentle with me. I guide her finger inside me,and show her the rhythm I need. My own fingers return to my clit. I arch my back and resume my commentary to her."I'm getting close now. Can you see how my juices are pouring from me. I am going to cum on your fingers. Push hard now. AAAahhhhhhh" More a sigh than a moan or scream my orgasm flutters through me and from me. She holds her fingers deep as I cum.I open my eyes and she is kneeling, wide eyed, staring at me. I ask her "Would you like to cum now while I watch. Its ok. I wont touch you unless you want me too, and I can keep a look out so you wont be seen." She nods, and we exchange places on the blanket. She tugs her skirt up and shows me her little white cotton knickers. She pushes her left hand into them and I can see her working her clit. I ask "Would you like me to touch you?" She shakes her head. "Is there anything I can do for you to help?" She nods....haltingly she whispers "talk to me. Say some dirty things to me." I smile. Watching her knickers, I can see the frantic moevements of her fingers. Now and then, there is the faintest whisp of light blonde pubic hair visible to me, also, some of her movements are violent. I can see her swollen lips. I smile to myself and say to her "Oh, you are so horny. Look at the way your pussy is swollen and wet. Rub yourself with the fingers you had in my... ( I pause).... cunt. (She flushes and gasps) Now, I want you to tell me when you are about to cum. I want to know the moment your cunt pulses, as you rub my juices with yours. Do it, let it go. Just finger fuck yourself. " She is moving her hand so fast now, then she whispers "oh it....its.. i'm gonna cum" She holds herself perfectly still with her back arched somuch that only her head and feet are touching the ground. Her breath comes in sharp nasty snatches and I see a sudden flood of liquid pouring from her. Pee? cunt juice? Who cares? She soaks herself and my blanket. When it subsides, I look at her gently. She blushes again. "Thank you." she says. "I,...er...I" I interrupt her. "Its ok. It was lovely for me too." I decide to ask her. "May I keep your knicers?" She nods ans slips them off her. She kneels up and give me a little kiss on my cheek. Then, in the next instant, she is gone. Alone on my blanket I look at the knickers she has given me. For a few moments, I finger them, then I bring them to my lips and nose. The scent overwhelms me. It was not pee, but this girl can squirt. I know nothing about her, not her name, not even her age. All I know is that at the school tonight a girl will be in her bed with her fingers inside her thinking of me. In honour of the event, I will do the same.