Today

Nothing to do....nowhere to go....so I let my instincts take the driving seat.  I get up late, shower, drift aimlessly and naked around my bedroom. I pull open my bra drawer and immediately shut it again. No bra for me today.  Panties then? Drawer open and for a moment I consider whether I even want to wear any. My brain tells me "Yes", so I run my hand lightly over the contents, not rummaging, exactly, more just turning them over. For a moment, I'm drawn to my ordinary white cotton bikinis, but then my hand strays as if on autopilot to my thongs. There are several styles here. Some silk...sheer and very much for wearing on dates when I might get laid. A couple of nylon pairs. (What WAS I thinking!) I don't wear them often. They were the first thongs I bought and being nylon, they don't absorb anything. Then I find what I I want. Cotton, pale yellow, yes....these will do.  I pull them on an instantly I know I've made the right call. As the thong slips between my bum cheeks, I revel in the feeling all girls know....that of having almost nothing covering my sex. It's one thing to be naked, another to be wearing panties that cover everything, but thongs almost cover everything....almost, but not quite.  Then to the wardrobe. Almost instantly, I discard the thought of any of my summer dresses. Instead I find myself picking out a blue t shirt, slightly on the big side for me, and a little too long, yet I instinctively know that yes...this is right. Jeans? You MUST be kidding. Pants then? Nope! A skirt. Again, I immediately discard the minis and the tight fitting ones, and go for a mid thigh one that is maybe a tad short, but has the advantage of being quite full, flowing and easy to flick up either by the breeze or by me!  Yes.....that's the outfit for today. Even as I pull the T-shirt on, I feel that delicious throb between my legs as my clit pulses in anticipation.....and another feeling. When a girl gets horny, her vagina lengthens and widens inside...almost like the inverse of a boy's erection, I guess. I've only recently become consciously aware of this feeling, but now I am, I love it. It also has the side effect of making me, to put it bluntly, cream myself. Im one of those girls who, when she gets wet, gets VERY wet, very quickly. I will make someone a messy sexual partner one day. True, I don't always squirt, but I have had (Male) lovers remark that after I've been on top of them, their balls and arse are soaked with my juices. I guess you either like a girl creaming one you, or you don't.  Bed, then? No! Rubbing one out in bed is boing! So, let's go for my daily walk instead. My! It's breezy today! Just what I need. I feel the sharpness of the breeze catching at my skirt and then, joy of joys, I feel it on my bare bum. For modesty's sake, I hold my skirt tight until I am away from the road and into more open countryside. Ce there,  let my skirt play in the breeze. As I climb the range of small hills, the wind freshens and really begins to expose my thighs and arse. My nipples are standing up so taught and hard that they actually hurt when I touch them through the t shirt...and the t shirt itself scratches them delightfully! Mmmmm! With each step my clit goes throb....throb...throb....I squeeze my internal muscles as I would if I had a vibrator (or a cock) in me, and give a little queef! This one is particularly yet and juicy! Ahead of me are the ruins of an old building no one remembers quite who built it or when, but it's a popular place for teenagers, and I suspect quite a few girls have come down from it without their cherries. You often find used condors and panties there. Once, and on,y from a distance, I saw a guy standing right on the very top obviously jacking off. But not today.  In the ruins, it's cooler and I find myself in one of the many niches. I lean back against the wall, and the flint pokes into my shoulders.I bunch my skirt up round my waist and tuck it into the waist band. My fingers slide inside the thong with no hesitation. Fuck....I'm so ready. I spread my feet and bend my knees forward. That makes the flints sctratch at my back...like an ardent lover. I don't have an image in my head as I rub vigorously at my engorged clit.  The orgasm rolls over me taking my breath away....and almost immediately becomes the plateau for another.....and another...each stronger than the last. As the final one hovers on the brink of reality, I imagine that I'm being watched. I conjure an image of two teenage boys watching their first girl Jillimg off. I imagine their dicks hard in their pants and maybe even jacking off as they watch me with wonderment.  The final orgasm releases a small flood into my thong. Mmmmm. As I walk home, I feel the stickiness between my legs, and now and then I get a faint hint of the scent of my sex.  On another occasion, I may have done more...or done it differently. I've come to know the value of peeing outdoors...sometimes into panties, sometimes not. It's always the fact that I might be seen that does it. Back home, wet, sticky, and yes, a little bit sweaty, I decide against showering. I want a "dirty day" today both in terms of armpits and vagina. Later I will have a good workout in my home gym. Who knows what I'll do after.