My name is Lizzie. I'm twenty, and I work for a small firm of architects as a secretary. With two main partners and a trainee in the business, I find it an interesting job and I'm kept very busy with all the clerical work, as well as being the general dog's body and the tea maker too. This I don't mind, as I like to be useful, and besides, I like being referred to by my bosses as their 'Busy Lizzie.'
Our office is on the second floor above an antique shop, in a long parade of shops on the outskirts of town. The offices are light and airy with a good view across the busy main road outside, and over to a lovely park beyond.
It's here that I spend most of my lunch hours when the weather is fine, and I like to take a coffee and a sandwich with me, and sit on a bench in the park and have a good read.
What I like to read mostly is erotica. I read what I jokingly refer to as 'smut', but in all honesty it's fair to say it's lovely fucky filth!
I like to read about lots of dirty doings, and lots of ravished pussies, in fact the more the merrier for me.
Now don't take that as an admission on my behalf that I'm frustrated or not even getting it. I do have a boy friend and we love to do it, well, not as often as I would like, but we do manage to do it quite often, if I prompt him!
Actually, I'm the kind of girl who just loves to fantasize about sex, and think of me being in those stories. You know the kind of story, where Little Girlie gets herself stuffed to a standstill by a totally bad bastard, and she can't bring herself to say no, even if she wanted to. She really wants it so badly she'd beg him to screw her if she had to. Even crawl to him on her hands and knees for one of his fantastic fucks.
I love to read erotic stories posted on Internet sites where I can download and print them out, then slip them into a respectable looking book. This I take with me to the park and have a good read and escape into a world of wide open pussies and heaving thighs with thick cocks reaming out pleading maidens left, right and center.
I was doing just that the other day. Sitting on a park bench, reading the most amazing story, and getting myself nicely into an excitable state of arousal.
By the time I'd eaten my sandwich and drunk all my coffee I was totally engrossed in the story and couldn't stop fidgeting about on the bench. I do that when I get sexed up; squirm around and open and close my legs a lot.
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 do love a big bang at the end, and the heroine or more often the case, 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 know what's hit her until it's too late.
Needless to say that by the time I'd finished the story I was reading, I couldn't think about anything else but to finger myself to orgasm and let it all cum and go. Let my body have its release and let me relax back to normal, well as near normal as it's possible for me to be. I do often think that I just might be a little over sexed, but who cares, I know I don't!
Looking around me to see if the coast was clear so as to have a lightening finger fuck, I decided it was just too dangerous where I was sitting. So I walked over to the children's swings, where nobody was about. Here sat on a swing, and being alone for the time being, I pulled my panties to one side, and started to play sticky finger with my tingling twat.
It was just as I was about to plunge at least three fingers up my drooling slit and cum on them, when I nearly jumped out of my skin with shock.
There, not twenty yards away from me was a young man watching my every move.
He was sitting on the ride-on lawn mower I'd heard earlier and because he had been driving around so busily cutting the grass, I hadn't taken the slightest bit of notice of him. Now he was stationary with the motor still running, and looking at my frigging fingers and smiling all over his face.
Blushing wildly with embarrassment I started to swing back and forth on the swing. The young man had now stopped his mower and was making suggestive movements up and down, with a clenched fist, in my direction.
I swung even faster and felt the delicious rush of cold air on my clammy cunt and decided that as I had been caught red handed or more to the point, sticky handed, all I could do now was grin and bare it.
This I did unashamedly, and with my legs wide open, letting the young man see me smiling at him invitingly with all of my four lips!
Now he could see exactly what I had on offer, and all laid bare so to speak, I felt bold enough to give him a wave and beckon him over. He didn't need much encouraging and instantly got off the mower and was heading in my direction at a fast old pace.
