I have cameras in my woods. I promise you, they are set on bird and bat boxes, badger and fox sets. It’s hardly my fault if other activities get caught on the recordings.
I really mean it. I have a fascination for wildlife, and some of the videos and stills I’ve captured have gone to producers of nature documentaries. However….
It can actually be quite dull trekking through hours of video or a couple of hundred motion-captured stills looking for one that is usable, and after a while, my brain just goes onto autopilot, pressing the ‘advance’ key without really taking in what I’ve seen. Bat…bat…bat…owl…bat….badger….badger…more badgers….TB-ridden fuckers….badger…fox….panties….people…badger…hey, what the fuck?
Back up. Close shot showed two pairs of legs, one bare, one in black pants, and then around the bare legs, a pair of white panties. Next shot a blurred on and the panties obviously being whisked back up the aforementioned legs.
Shit….where was this? Any longe range shots here? Great! A wide-angled GoPro…I wonder. Find the card….set it up, run it forward…annnnd YES!
Her, in pleated gym skirt and white shirt. Him in black pants and white shirt. No ties, but clearly from the State Secondary from which this path allows a shortcut to the village.
Kissing, lots of kissing. His hand inside her shirt. Her hand fiddling with his zipper until….mmmm nice. Her fingers wrapped around his manhood and him now reaching up her skirt, though tentatively…almost questioningly - seeking permission.
And obviously getting it. Then him pulling her panties down around her ankles. A memory. Being naked from the waist down, especially in a way where you can’t simply cover up, is wildly exciting. I could sense her arousal…her wetness. The `GoPro isn’t brilliant at sound, certainly not at the distance it was from the subject, but turning the volume right up I was able to catch the occasional moan, and dirty word.
It was obvious she came first. Her knees buckled a bit and she hung on to his shoulders with both hands. Her eyes tightly closed, mouth open in a perfect ‘O’. I adore watching the passage of an orgasm on someone’s face. It truly is a ‘beautiful agony.
When she’d recovered, she returned her hand to his cock, this i]time lifting her skirt well out of the way, and spreading her legs until the panties grey taught between her ankles. I watched as she wanked him off until he came into her perfectly trimmed pubes. I watched as it rolled down and fell off her, landing, I was almost certain, in the crotch of her panties. When he’d finished, she tugged her panties up her legs (the blurred still I’d seen) and closed her eyes again as his semen touched her vulva.
More kissing followed, before they turned and walked away hand in hand.
I knew exactly how she was feeling. I’d experienced a boy cumming into my pubes - when I had them. It felt so bold, so daring at the time, and feeling his semen in my panties was, at the time, the nearest I’d got to being fucked. I discovered later, of course, the royal pain in the arse it is to get dried spunk out of pubic hair - and the need to rinse my undies through before our housekeeper found fresh semen in them and had a discrete word with mum. Actually, I got in a bot of a panic back home when I cleaned away the evidence….and then there were two weeks to wait….two nervous, worrying weeks. Maybe it was true. Maybe sperms really can jump…or walk…or find their way from panties to ovum? Fuck! What was I thinking? Whatever, my period arrived bang on time…..not like Jessica Mills though. She’d let her boyfriend put his cock between her labia. Since they were standing, she thought, probably correctly that she was just riding his shaft, but at the point he had cum, his knees had bent just enough for his cock head to actually touch her hole, and, unknown to both of them, he’d shot some semen inside her. Unlike mine, her period didn’t arrive on time. Neither that one, nor the next one. It had been only pure luck that, totally unexpectedly, it arrived two weeks later. Relief all round, but it scared her cruelly.
I walk through my woods frequently. The evidence of human sex is all around, and, it seems, never-ending. Not a single walk goes by without me seeing at least half a dozen condoms, some neatly tied with a knot, others just discarded on the ground. I’m thinking of putting up bins. I’d have to pay for the emptying though, but what would I rather have? Be a little bit lighter in the purse, or have my lovely wood look like a shag-fest? Now and then I find panties - some with their former owner’s name written in laundry marker - or sometimes a posh little sewn.label. Twice I’ve found trainer bras. I suspect my wood has been the site of many-a defloration.
Before I indulged in the inevitable masturbation, I just sat there enjoying the feeling of wet panties, and reminiscing. I remember a phase when I found being wet ‘down there’ hideous. Of course, I had pubic hair between my legs then, and it was this that I hated. Wet = stick and as you go through the day sticky = smelly. Add in a sanitary towel, and believe me, it gets unpleasant really quickly. But then, I started to shave….not everywhere, just my labia….and it all changed overnight! I began to enjoy the wetness….I enjoyed its feeling and its scent. Oh my panties got wet, sure, but in some way, it wasn’t as yucky as pubic hair getting all clogged up. Maybe it;s the fabric softener that stops the smell….who knows? When I started shaving fully, there was a big psychological impact. Suddenly I was hairless again, but definitely not in a childish way. Some people accuse men who like women to be shaved of being perverts. (That fucking word again!) ‘why do you want a woman to look like a child?’ But it’s not that - not even close. God knows, there’s little enough to see of a woman’s genitalia, but what there is is beautiful. It shouldn’t be hidden away under a thatch of hair in my opinion….and anyway…it is really helpful if, like me, you’re into age play as well as role play.
So, I’m sitting here having re-watched my video. I’m deliciously wet, and as I spread my legs, the scent of my sex drifts up to my nose, and I inhale deeply. Mmmmm……what’s not to like? I slip into the mind of the girl in the video….virgin as far as full penetrative sex goes, but she clearly knows how to wank a boy off…and equally clearly, she knows how to obtain and enjoy an orgasm herself…and more…she has become so confident in her body’s reaction, she feels able to let someone else do it for her.
And so, I bring myself off into my panties, fully identifying with her. Knowing what the future holds, yet being scared of it. Scared, yet yearning for it. Just as I imagine her reliving her woodland experience, I picture her masturbating in her bed and making the decision. “Next time. Next time they’ll do it. All the way.” She glances over at her bedside table and the drawer in which her contraceptive pills lie. “And he’ll cum inside me.” The thought of it brings her off…
…along with me.
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