I was completely absorbed in the story by the time I’d finished my sandwich and drank all of my coffee, and couldn’t stop squirming on the bench. I wiggle around and open and close my legs a lot when I’m sexed up.
As I did my usual squirming, and not being able to able to control it, I was not in the slightest bit aware of any passers by who might have noticed me. The only thing I did notice, was hearing someone cutting the grass near by on a motor mower.
The story I was reading this day, was really hot, and I could feel myself getting decidedly wet. My black cotton panties were becoming very clammy as the minutes ticked by and the story reached its explosive climatic conclusion.
I love it when the heroine, or more often, just some plain, dirty little slut like me, is showered in lovely hot slippery seed and then left to clean herself up while the noble knight with the big steaming prick rides off into the sunset to shag yet another lucky maiden who won’t realize what’s hit her until it’s too late.
Needless to say, by the time I’d finished reading the narrative, all I could think about was fingering myself to orgasm and letting it all cum and go. Allow my body to relax and return to normal, or as close to normal as it is possible for me to be. I frequently consider myself to be slightly over-sexed, although
Looking around to check whether the coast was clear for a lightning finger fuck, I decided that where I was seated was just too hazardous. So I went over to the children’s swings, where there was no one else. I sat on a swing, and because I was alone for the time being, I drew my pants to one side and began playing sticky finger with my tingling twat.
I nearly leaped out of my skin with horror as I was ready to drive at least three fingers up my drooling slit and cum on them.
A young man stood barely twenty yards away from me, monitoring my every move.
He was seated on the ride-on lawn mower I’d heard earlier, and I hadn’t noticed him since he was so busy cutting the grass. He was now stationary, the motor still running, and he was staring at my frigging fingers with a grin on his face.
I began to swing back and forth on the swing, my face flushed with humiliation. The young man had now put down his lawnmower and was making provocative movements up and down in my direction, his hand clenched.
I swung even harder, feeling the refreshing rush of cool air on my sweaty cunt, and decided that since I’d been caught red-handed, or more accurately, sticky-handed, all I could do now was grin and bear it.
This I did without shame, with my legs wide parted, allowing the young man to see me smiling at him with all four of my lips!