There? A Bright Golden Haze On The Meadow.

Owing to the orientation of my home, when the sun rises, especially in the spring onwards, it does so over my meadow. This, being in a slight depression in the land, acts as a bow for the morning mist, and, catch the sun just right, the whole meadow seems to glow. 

I’m on my balcony with a cup of coffee just watching. I see the mist swirl at the left hand edge of the meadow and, although I can’t see it, I know a fox is making his way home after a night’s hunting. On the edge nearest me, with the fox gone, rabbits are beginning to cautiously poke their noses out of their burrows and beginning to feed. They won’t go far from safety until the mist burns off and they can see the whole meadow before them. 

It’s early….stupid early, really, but it’s already warm, and I am dressed only in my panties. I have that warm, just-got-up scent about me mixed with my special feminine scent. I didn’t masturbate last night, and my reward for that is that I creamed my panties up pretty well as a succession of erotic dreams played out in my sleeping brain. As I stand, mug in hand, leaning on the rail, I feel a gush between my legs. ‘Gush’ is not the right word. In fact I’m not sure what the right word would be. It’s not watery, it’s that lubrication, like baby oil consistency that has come from deep within my vagina.

Ever since puberty I’ve been ‘wet’. Wetter than most, I suspect. Even though I adore the feeling of it, I know it carries my scent with it and while I abhor panty-liners, even I used to change panties sometimes two or three times a day when I was at school…and even now…sometimes. More often though, I go commando….and I stop at the thought. You know, I haven’t gone commando out of the house for ages…hmmm…that’s not a habit I want to get into. I love having nothing on under my dress…perhaps the responsibility of being a multiple business owner has made me ‘respectable’. God forbid. Definitely no panties today, then! 

But what about the ‘now’? Coffee finished, I slip my panties off. Oh dear, I really should have had a wank last night. My body certainly needed a good cum, as did Miss Brain who is even now sitting there, arms tightly folded and sulking. I hope she doesn’t make things difficult for me in a minute. 

I walk downstairs and out, through the kitchen across the courtyard, past Dani’s new bungalow which is nearing completion now, and through the orchard. Even this early in the morning, the courtyard was hot under my feet, and I was glad of the short, dew-soaked grass of the orchard. The blossom has been spectacular this year, and our Gardner predicts extra-large crops. There is a double gate to the meadow to allow for the tractor and mower to enter, but there’s also a style, and something about clambering over it naked appeals to me. 

At one point, I was bent almost double, my bum in the air and my vagina completely and deliciously exposed. I must do this again. 

And now the mist begins, swirling first around my ankles, then knees and then mid-thigh as I walk further into the slight depression that forms the bowl. Wet grass underfoot, and here and there taller stalks as the summer meadow flowers begin their search for sunlight. I’ve always been a naturist - that is - one who loves being att one with nature, rather than a sun worshiper…I have no desire for skin cancer, thank you very much. As I walk, Miss brain begins to soften in her attitude towards me for my abstention last night. Isn’t it strange how one’s own brain can be cross with you. I know, simply know I have to let her join the party. I can’t force her, any more than I can force her to contribute to an orgasm on my terms. She  and she alone will determine what I fantasise about, and I know from experience to trust her, no matter how gentle and romantic, or filthy and perverted the subject matter or imagery she gives me. Fair or foul, I know it will result in an earth-shattering climax. 

There’s a patch right in the centre of the meadow where no flowers will grow. There’s a lot of superstition around here, and, like the perfectly circular ring of 13 trees away in the distance on the hill, it is rumoured that where flowers won’t grow, witches once practised their evil arts. Sounds yummy to me, and my feet soon find the close-cropped grass smack in the centre of the meadow. I have noticed that the rabbits never come here, but maybe that’s because even the grass doesn’t thrive at this spot. 

For a moment I stand there listening intently. Birdsong emanates from my woodland, but apart from that there is silence. On an impulse, I lay down. The mist layer is shrinking, but it’s still more than enough to cover me. It’s much cooler, and or course the grass is wet. I shiver. I’m wrapped in a grey blanket, and invisible to the world which, in turn is invisible to me.

I realise that Miss Brain doesn’t feel romantic this morning, she’s still cross from last night, so she feels naughty, raunchy, dirty. For a moment I consider peeing, but Miss Brain slaps my face. “No” she says “this will be what I want, bitch.” So, I lie there waiting, but already my clit is throbbing. A series of ‘what-ifs’ floats through my head. What if I was raped here? What if an animal found me? What if I was younger…much much younger? What if a male school student happened to find me here, naked and wet? The idea takes hold. I close my eyes. 

He stumbles across me…almost trips over me, in fact, and the mist magically melts away. His eyes bug. I’m the first girl he has seen naked. Perhaps he’s in the first flush of adolescence? Past the ravages of puberty and used to his lower voice…and his cock, of course. Oh he’s wanked many, many times, but only ever over lingerie catalogues or the odd topless photo in certain lower class newspapers. Perhaps the nearest he’s seen of a girl is his sister in her bikini, and despite the unacceptability of it, perhaps his adolescent body betrayed him by giving him an unwanted erection? But now, here I am.  

He looks at me, and there’s a rabbit in the headlights look about him. Indecision. A struggle between politeness urging him to simply walk away, and his newly-discovered baser instincts which lure him to want to have sex with me…not that he’s entirely sure how. Up to now, his notion of ‘doing it’ was limited to his right hand. He has no idea how a girl feels, or smells, or tastes. 

I extend my right hand in invitation to him. He fumbles with his school tie, only succeeding in tightening the knot into a resistant lump, but there’s just about enough room for his head to escape. He stammers “Er…what should I….” I take control. ‘Your shirt first.” He unbuttons it his fingers trembling and resisting his commands. A smooth, hairless chest is revealed to my approving gaze. Part of me knows he is a virgin. Of course he is. How could he not be, and anyway, why is a boy’s virginity any less valuable than a girls? 

My eyes glance at his pants, already tented with his erection. I need not say anything. He tries to maintain eye contact with me, but his clothing is fighting him every step of the way. He has to look down to unbuckle his belt. Then his pants fall to his knees. Only to his knees though. Trainers and socks prevent them falling to his feet, but they are soon dealt with…well…his trainers at least. I smile at the thought of him leaving his socks on. Finally there is only one thing between us….his boxer shorts. I bring my feet up to my bum, knowing that it allows him a partial view between my legs. I manage a “well?” With just the right tonal inflections of invitation and lasciviousness. Just enough of the former, and not too much of the latter in case I scare him off. 

Hesitantly, he drops his boxers and stands, naked and erect before me. I slowly part my legs and invite him down on top of me. I wrap my arms around him and whisper “First time?” He nods. I kiss him. He kisses me back. It’s clumsy and clearly he hasn’t done this before either. I suppose I should make him finger me first. Not that I need it…I’m more than ready, but for the next girl. But then, she can take care of that herself. 

I reach for him and wrap my fingers around his shaft. He could cum, I suppose, right here and just from my touch, but this is a fantasy of course, so he doesn’t. I run his cockhead between my moist folds before poising him at my entrance. “Go ahead. Push. Push it in me. Fuck me.” He pushes firmly and I feel him penetrate me. Part of me wonders what’s going through his mind right now. Is he seeking to balance what is happening now with what little he’s seen before? I take his hand and put it on my right boob. I suspect he’s at least seen a girl in a bikini, and wondered what those soft globes beneath feel like. Did he catch himself thinking this while looking at his sister before snatching his hormone-lead thoughts away in embarrassment?

Back in the here and now, I realise that though he’s fully in me, he’s not moving. “Fuck me. Move in and out. Do what you’d do with your hand.” He begins to move. That’s much better. I hold his bum and guide him to the rhythm and speed I need. Im already close. The psychology of fucking this young virgin is really doing the job for me. I feel him falter, and I know why. He’s about to cum. “It’s ok…cum inside me. Don’t worry….just….just go for. Close your eyes and use me.” He starts really banging me…and I mean really banging me hard and fast. “You can talk if you like.” I feel there’s something in his head, some conflict….better out than in. “You….fucking…teasing….cuuunt.” The last words causes an explosion inside both me and him. I feel him ejaculate in me and I cum on him, milking his clock to the last drop. 

Eventually, the storm passes, and I find myself alone in my meadow, hand between my legs and the other on my boob. My mysterious lover has evaporated and like the mist around me he is just a mere memory. I lay there for a few minutes being warmed by the sun. 

Then I hear voices in the distance. My builders! Ooh fuck! There’s no hidden clothing. I’m stuck here. I roll over onto my tummy and watch as they walk from their van into my new…no, Dani’s new bungalow. When I judge they have all their stuff in there, I crawl to the edge of the meadow, then the orchard wall provides enough cover until the courtyard. Nothing to do now, but pick my moment and run for the kitchen door. As I stand peering round the brick archway and wrought iron gates, I feel girl cum run down my inner thigh…Miss Brain immediately turns it into young boy’s semen. Mmmmm. 

Back in the house, im so turned on again because I had to run the gauntlet naked. Shall I hold off until later? Or maybe I should do something now. I wonder…..what do you think?