Monday 4 March 2013

Evening stroll, anyone?

I attended a party on Friday night with one of my regular clients. The party was in full swing by the time we arrived. It was held in a beautiful stately home in Oxford. From the minute we entered the front door, we had Champagne canapes handed to us. The waiters were beautiful young me. They all looked like models.  I'm quite sure they were.

The party guests were equally as attractive.  Everyone was beautiful. Everyone was stunning.  Everyone looked like they wanted to be fucked. Everyone looked exceptionally sexy. Sexual. Dresses were low cut, sheer, revealing just a little more than usual.  The men's shirts looked tight, there trousers also tight, emphasising strong muscular arms and legs. Tight arses.

About an hour into the party, I was light headed from the Champagne and decided to take a walk outside for some fresh air.  It was actually a little cold outside, but I welcomed the fresh breeze.  I must have walked for only a few minutes before I came to a cute little garden area, sheltered from the rest of the garden.  It was tucked away behind trees and hedges.  I found a seat and lay across it.  My knees bent and my legs slightly parted, I began to gently run my fingers up and down my pussy.  I softly teased my clit and gently slipped a few fingers inside myself.

I could hear myself moaning in the cool, quiet night.  The sound of my breathless voice turned me on more. I began to wonder who might be able to hear me, who might be able to see me. I worked my fingers faster and faster. Now using both hands to pleasure myself.  My fingers inside me, my other hand rubbing my clit.  I moaned louder and faster before a louder cry escaped from me as I reached an intense climax.  I felt my cunt tighten and release around my wet fingers.  I slowed the pace and gently withdrew my fingers.  I lay on the chair a little longer to catch my breath. As my breathing became quieter I became aware of the sound of footsteps on the path. The footsteps were fading, which meant whoever it was had probably just witnessed me touching myself.


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