You Think We Dont Know?

A few years ago, it was all the rage for girls to wear low cut jeans with thongs that were visible at the back. That craze seems to be coming back to some extent. Certainly young teenage girls are going for the bare tummy pool and I've noticed more and more youngsters around my village also going for the "thong/panties visible" look.  When I see guys checking out a girl who has her panties on show, their faces seem to say, "Does she know?" Well, yes, dumbass, of COURSE she knows. What, you think a girl doesn't know when her underwear is visible? As soon as puberty even taps us on the shoulder, our mums start to talk to us about being descrete. Men, we are told, only want one thing. And yes, to some extent that's quite scary for a 12/13 year old...or maybe even younger....to hear. So, for a while, we make damn sure we aren't flashing anything. But then comes the day when we realise what power we have....how the sight of our bodies, and our underwear can hold a guy. So yes, then we choose those low cut jeans....when we roll the waistband of our joggers down....or roll the waistband of our skirts up, we know precisely what we are doing!  One writer here asks, "Does it make our pussies gush." Well, sweetie, I don't know if you have ever been with a girl, but there isn't a tap down there you know! Yes, we get wet, and when we cum, some of us can indeed squirt. But flashing our panties...noticing that look of desire....seeing your erections.....does that make us cream ourselves? Damn straight it does! That's the point! I have masturbated.....Jilled....wanked....whatever you want to call it....in public for years....certainly since I was about 14 when I did it in the school bathrooms. I flashed myself at teachers....and yes, that included monks and nuns, and loved the reactions I got. Did it make me wet? Yes! Again, that was the point! I may not have been actively fucking at that age, but I sure as hell was horny.  So, if you see my panties, it's because I have made it so. If you see that tell tale wet patch, it's because I want you to see it. Does that mean I want you to fuck me? Maybe....you'll have to ask.....but mostly it's to build the suspense...the tension...before I go for a wank myself. Hmm...'wank'. I like the boys term for it more than "Jilled" for now.   So.....I've been out and about. Unusually for me, I'm wearing sweatpants, but I have the top rolled down and you can see my panties. Nope...no thong today. Just plain hi-cuts. They're pale green, if you really want to know. Jogging or running always makes me wet...makes most girls wet! You should see the crotches of girls' panties after gym class! But today, I haven't been really pushing it...just a light jog. And you've spotted me. Don't think I don't know why you're a few yards behind me. And I know why your phone is in your hand too! You're videoing me as I run. That thought makes my clit jump. I can almost hear you thinking, "Do I approach her or not?" Ah, but then, you see.....I'm one of those girls. I am 20, but I look younger....much younger. I'm small for my age, both in height and certainly in boob size. You decide not to risk me screaming, "Paedophile!" Me? I'm loving you running behind me. I can imagine your semi. Will you fuck your wife when you get home? Will you imagine some sordid little scenario with me in the park as you spunk up her?  You've pulled off the path now and are jogging towards the car park. I guess you need to cum soon. So do I! So I veer off the path too, but I run into the bushes. It's a tight fit, even for me, but it's a place I've found before. There's a small area hidden away between five tall privet bushes. Once there, I pull my joggers to my ankles and pull my panties to my knees. The crotch is creamy. Full of my arousal. Maybe I should have encouraged you. We could (just) have fucked in here. Instead, I push my right hand between my legs and sink a finger deep inside myself. Damn...I could cum so easily. Hold it off....not yet. I reach up my top with my left hand and pinch my right nipple. Damn...I really do seem to like this kind of pain. Maybe I'll get my nipples pierced. I think I'd like that. The pain induces more throbbing of my clit. I swear, if I so much as touch it, I'll cum.  I finger myself, grinding hard against my G spot. That's a weird feeling, you know. It's almost like bursting for a pee, but with a definite sexual overtone.  When I've edged half a dozen times and can't stand it anymore, I jam two fingers in me and allow the heel of my hand to graze my clit. The mental image I have is you fucking your wife and jizzing up her, imagining it was me.  I cum and cum and cum! A few squeals and moans escape me. I even manage a squirt that hits my joggers bundled up round my feet.  I pull my panties back up and the wetness in them now feels sharp and cold against my hot cunt. There are wet stains on the joggers, but I can't do anything about that. I adjust my waistband again, showing just the right amount of panty. I'm horny as fuck today, and another cum or two in the shower when I get home is definitely on the agenda.  As I jog towards the car park and my car, several people notice me and their eyes track me. "Does she know she's showing her panties?" Oh yes. She knows!