A Gentle Wank

I adore spring! New life everywhere, and my gardens bursting into life. The orchard is a riot of blossoms, and the lawns are turning a lush green. Daffodil bulbs are slightly past their best now, but the bluebells are riotous. 

Which is why you find me, bare-footed, wandering through the gardens, looking at all the new growth. In the vegetable garden, there is enough fresh veg growing to feed us throughout the year, and some to spare. The formal gardens are eye-wateringly beautiful now, in a month or two they will also smell heavenly. I’ve already described the orchard, but the scents in there are intoxicating and remind me of a fresh, aroused vagina….lightly, flowery, yet with a hint of musk. 

The school kids have gone now. That rush around 3:20-3:45 and then again when the clubs kick out at 4:30. No more horny adolescents wandering through the woods on the footpath. (Yesterday, I saw the strangest thing. A girl around 16 was walking through the wood with her skirt pulled up really high around her waist at the back clearly showing her panties to whomsoever happened to be behind her. I’ve seen flashing before, but it’s usually surreptitious - veiled - but this was screaming, “Look at my bum…look at my panties!” I wonder why she was doing that? A small pee accident maybe? Or maybe just a desire to do something naughty? Who knows?) 

Before I’m really conscious of it, my hand is up my dress between my legs. I can feel my wetness through my panties, but I unashamedly bring my hand to my face to confirm what I already know. Mmmm, that scent! Unlike anything else, yet similar in some ways to every menstrual girl everywhere. Only the other day, an employee walked briskly past me and I could smell her sex. Similar to mine, yet also unique. Another girl having a ‘wet day.’ 

My hand has returned to my crotch. I feel so alive, so aroused. I sit on the sidelines as Miss Brain wanders through the many possibilities that will inevitably lead to my orgasm. So many options. Strip totally naked? Stand where I can be seen from the path? Maybe a little pee play…it’s been some time since I wet my panties, and the pull in that direction is strong. 

But then Miss Brain engages in a little time travel. She reminds me of those gut-churning feelings I used to get after a horny day at school. I’d be so alive, so ready, it almost felt like a physical ache. I actually felt as if my vagina was ‘open’, as if all the internal muscles were pulling it in all directions, making it wider, longer, and with that the flow of wetness. 

And with that came the sexual imagery. Imagine dropping a hand mirror. You see it fall and strike the floor and the moment it shatters. Each shard a different image or memory. Sarah, in the showers in the locker room at school…taking slightly too long washing between her legs. How I’d stared at her as she stood there, eyes tightly closed, her hand working between her thighs. Me, willing her on to have a quick cum before anyone else noticed. Or Jane….Innocent, virginal Jane how she had been sitting on the school field, so absorbed in her book she had no idea I could see her crotch….and the visible stain on her panties. Another shard of the mirror revealed Patrick, God but he’s gorgeous. Several girls were intent on losing their virginities to him, and he was the subject of much discussion at my last sleepover. The room lit only by two candles, five girls, four in sleeping bags, all talking about what we’d let Patrick do to us…..and three girls who, without any doubt at all had quietly rubbed one out while another girl was describing in perfect (if imagined) detail of the moment she’d let him cum inside her! 

I reach up my dress and slip my panties off. Somehow, I want this spring air around my sex. I unbutton the front of my dress and 

My dress opens of its own accord exposing my small, pert tits to the sunlight. Miss Brain has me perched on the cusp of that special moment when I was ready. Ready in body and mind. She supplies, just at the right moment, the delicious memory of the first boy to slip his cock inside me. We were both so wet! While there was little to no friction, there was still a stretching. A delectable, stingy, almost white-hot stretching that hovered on the point between pain and ecstasy. Miss brain reminds me of feeling his pubic bone against mine. I had no pubic hair at that point. (Pre-laser treatment, but I’d been shaving for a while.) He’d looked down at my naked body and smiled. ‘Small tits, and no pubic hair - you look like my 13 year old sister.’ A dumb-assed comment, and one that could have got his face slapped or a knee in his balls, but something in it struck a note. He’d seen his 13 year old sister naked to know that, and that made me super-horny. All kinds of possibilities had fired off in my head. How had he seen her? Was he spying on her? Was she taunting him? 

He’d fucked me as all first timers do, that is to say with the best of intentions, but unable to fight off his natural instinct to shoot his load as quickly as possible. Boys are hard-wired like this. I think it stems back to when we weren’t at the top of the food chain. Everything we did had to be fast. He managed about ten decent pushes before I felt his rhythm falter and Miss Brain, who had been lying idly by my side eating grapes (?) informed me he was about to cum in me…more importantly, “Anna, you’re about to have a boy’s semen in your cunt.” The moment I felt the twitching of ejaculation, it tipped me over too. I think it scared him. You don’t expect a well brought up good Catholic girl to grab your bum cheeks and moan “Oh yes, fuck me..fuck me…fuck meeeeee.” 

Back here, in the orchard, I felt something warm and wet hit my feet. Another cum, another squirt. I feel the orgasm spread from its focal point between my legs outwards to my extremities. Miss Brain dropping tiny little thoughts into the mix that kept it going nicely. Maybe someone’s watching…..maybe s/he’s wanking off with you……maybe they’d like to come over and fuck you raw…..” Images…a vagina stretched around a cock….my sister with my fingers buried in her…..The Lovely Chris the time Ali took him up her bum….Dani slowly peeing her panties. 

Afterwards, I felt like the sun had warmed me outside, and the cum had warmed my body from the inside. I looked down at my panties, discarded on the grass, and at the stains in the crotch, and not for the first time, gave thanks for my femininity. I glory in my womanhood, and everything about it.