Some solo (f)un in the park | 2016

If you've read my other stories or posts, you'll probably have noticed that I'm a bit of an exhibitionist - although I've only ever really shown off to people in private, I've gotten a thrill in the past from having a short skirt blow up on a windy day and wondering if anyone saw and stuff like that.

A few weeks ago, I ended up reading a series of erotic stories about a girl who was a massive exhibitionist - she'd walk around naked and get turned on by being seen, and porn being porn silly things developed out of that of course. One particular part of the story that excited me saw her getting so turned on from showing off that she simply found someplace to masturbate in public, and as I read I found myself imagining doing just that... finding a quiet spot and getting myself off.

It was an idea I couldn't shake out of my head, and so a plan started to formulate - I like going for walks on my lunch breaks or days off to get some air and exercise a little, so I started visiting local parks in my area, seeing how busy they were during the day and looking out for spots that should be hidden from the eyes of passers-by. I eventually found a place that seemed like it would be perfect, made a mental note of it, and that's where I nearly chickened out... a couple of times I psyched myself up about the idea of going out and making use of the spot I'd settled on, then found a reason not to do it. "It might rain", "I have to pick up some shopping"... the excuses I made for myself were stupid and mundane.

However, the day came where I simply couldn't find any more excuses - I had nothing else to do that day, the sun was shining, and the fantasy that had been growing in my head left me with an itch I could only scratch by carrying it out. After thinking and arguing about whether I should do this in my head while I showered and dressed, I let my feet do the talking - I grabbed my bag, shoved my house keys inside and started striding out to the park in question.

The further I walked and closer I got, the more I was aware of my heart pounding in my chest, and by the time I got to the park itself my mouth was dry... the same couldn't be said for elsewhere, as my cheeks flushed and my arousal built. I was really going to do this!

Just like my previous walks through this park, there was barely anybody to be seen, and once I reached the spot I had in mind some nervous looks around showed that there was nobody in sight. Here, I deviated from the path and off into a copse to the left, pushing my way through some small bushes and continuing to walk until the path was out of sight. Now secluded, I simply stopped and stood for a while, listening and hearing nothing but distant traffic, birds, and my own shallow breaths.

Feeling another shot of adrenaline surging through my body at thoughts of what I was doing, my hands brushed over my body, across my chest, following my black dress down over my waist, hips and legs. Still looking around nervously, I let a hand run up the inside of my thighs over my black tights, teasing myself a little, repeating this a few times before allowing my hand to move up further, hitching up my skirt a little to press that hand between my legs.

Losing myself in this feeling only to remember where I was again, I concentrated on rubbing myself through my tights and knickers (something I always find hot for some reason), hiking my skirt up a little more as I sighed with the growing pleasure I was feeling, my other hand grasping at my braless breasts a little to feel my hardening nipples. I continued like this for a while, sighing and closing my eyes, before reaching a point where I had to have more.

Again, my heart pounded harder and faster as I reached up beneath the skirt of my dress, taking hold of the top of my tights and plain knickers and peeling them down around my thighs, exposing myself. My hands then pushed up my dress again, with one hand finding my clit after tracing up and down my wetness, starting to rub firmly as I moaned quietly. My arousal deepened as I thought about how I was here, stood in the middle of a public park with my wet pussy exposed and my fingers strumming at my clit. By this point my brain didn't have room for nerves or worries as pleasure overtook me, and the awkwardness of masturbating standing up gave way to me hurriedly pushing my tights and knickers down below my knees so that I could kneel on the dry, dusty ground, making myself more comfortable before resuming my rapid clit-rubbing.

I was starting to moan more now, aware that my voice could carry out to the path if I was too loud but unable to remain silent, and getting closer to orgasm I sat back onto the dirt, wishing I'd bought a towel to sit on for a moment before discarding that thought in favour of slipping one and then two fingers into my pussy. I imagined being spotted now, fucking myself with my fingers, pleasure on my face and moans escaping my lips as I masturbated on the floor of this park - a thought which brought me closer still, the sound of my fingers slipping in and out of my pussy arousing me even further.

Feeling a little uncomfortable sat down, I turned myself over to kneeling again, leaning forward and balancing myself on one elbow while my fingers returned to my clit - I knew I was nearly there and rubbed myself with abandon, and as I reached the brink I forgot where I was as I moaned loudly and repeatedly as my orgasm washed over me.

Only once my orgasm subsided did I panic for a moment - had I been too loud? Did someone pass by and hear? Still kneeling on the ground, I froze, listened and watched for a moment, but nothing. Picking myself up, I spent some time dusting off the dirt from my ass, elbow and knees, reveling a little in the fact that I was still stood here with my tights and knickers around my ankles. Eventually, I pulled them back up over my wet pussy, took some deep breaths and made my way out of my hiding place, peering out for people passing by before trotting back to the path as casually as I could muster.

I passed one or two people on the way out of the park... did they look at my red, flushed face? Did they imagine what I might have been doing to get that way? Had others walked past as I moaned in orgasm and heard me? Had someone peered into the copse I was hidden in and caught me, eyes tightly shut, fingering myself to a vocal climax in the middle of a park? These thoughts only brought me some more arousal, but this time I'd have to satisfy it on the comfort of my bed...