My first attempt at a story, hope you enjoy.
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As I walked through the forest, the sweet scents of the wild flowers filled the air; Hyacinth, Bluebells and Lily of the Valley. The relaxing aromas, the warm sun on my skin and gentle singing of the birds echoed and put me at ease as I attempted to clear my head. I have been feeling frustrated recently. Working, eating, sleeping. Feeling like a robot. I decided to try and channel my frustrations into something positive and distract my mind. The early morning walks, though don't seem distracting enough, are beautiful and pleasant nonetheless and make me feel a little more human.
The start of another week. Another Monday. How am I going to get through this one? I thought to myself. I've been single for the past few years with little contact with any men and I'm now finding the days difficult to deal with as my sexual frustration is at an all-time high. The lack of touch and heat from a man has engendered the pure desperation to feel a kiss and hands on my body, to hear a sweet, hot whisper in my ear and the moaning, groaning pleasures of a man's voice. These thoughts capture my mind and my body, it feels so animalistic and uncontrollable. The need is biological and psychological. I've only just realised the terrible side effects of sexual frustration.
I sat in my car before work, parked outside in the staff spaces. I was wearing a high waisted tanned coloured skirt that came just above my knee, it was split up my right leg by several inches and an off white, tight strappy vest top. My long, dark blonde hair was wavy and came down to my hips and I had pinned a little lily of the valley flower in my hair above my left ear, so I could enjoy its sweet scent all day. I've just started my first graduate job in local government and at 26 I'm still very young an inexperienced compared to the rest of my colleagues. Before I went into work, I lost my mind to sexual thought as I did often, imagining the touch of a hand holding my right thigh, stroking it softly. I let out a moan, my head rolled back and my eyes closed while I breathed heavily. I quickly pulled myself together after a moment and went into work.
The day past slowly. I sat at my desk trying to concentrate with wet lacey panties. There were a few men here that excited me, I thought about them coming onto me frequently but it never happened. I doubted myself sometimes, is there something wrong with me? I took a quick bathroom break and checked myself out in the mirror. I was short, 5'1, with a curvy size 12 figure, I had a flat stomach, round ass and large breasts. I fixed my hair and put on some lip gloss, though I never wear make-up, just something to moisten my lips, as I have sensitive, light skin with some freckles. I went back to my desk and tried to get through the rest of my day. My mind was slipping in and out of sexual thoughts. I was thinking about a man kneeling over me as I lay on my back, he was holding my thighs and pushing them open while he watched me touch myself. I stared into his eyes as he told me to lick my fingers and taste my pussy. I licked and sucked my own pussy juices off my fingers and begged him for his cock.
"Please baby, I want your cock inside me so badly". He refused me.
"Oh, baby please..." I moaned.
Suddenly I was interrupted by a colleague asking me for a favour. I was a little embarrassed, I think I looked a little out of it with goose bumps on my skin and flushed red cheeks. I suppose this little sexual day dream I just had was a reflection of how I feel in reality. Deprived.
Finally, the long day was over. I needed to get back out into the forest before the sunset, for some more distraction. Masturbating and touching myself sometimes only increased my frustration and feelings of loneliness. I've not lived in the area very long, I moved here for my job and its beautiful setting, leaving my friends and family miles and miles away. So being sociable at the moment was rare for me too!
I'd been exploring the forest behind my new house for about a week now, going further and further every time, finding gorgeous new places. I came across a little stream that evening and I sat on the ground taking in the sounds of the water. Breathing the sweet air in slowly. It was so tranquil and peaceful. However, my peace was broken quickly by a barking brown Labrador that ran up to me as I was on the floor.
"Sorry!" A voice shouted from behind me.
"Hey, no problem, it's fine. I love dogs. He's beautiful, what's his name?" I said.
As the figure walked closer to me, I saw that he was a handsome man, tall, dark shoulder length hair and a beard covering his face. He was wearing a red and black tartan, flannel shirt and some blue jeans and heavy black boots.
"This is Jack, he wouldn't harm a fly!" He smiled sweetly at me. He had such a lovely voice too, deep and husky.
"What are you up to out here, if you don't mind me asking?" He enquired. I felt a little shy and silly.
"I'm just relaxing, you know, taking a walk and passing the time." I said, trying to hide my attraction.
"Well, would you like to take a walk with me...? I'm Justin by the way. I've not seen you around before."
"Sure, I'd love to. My name is Sara. I've not long moved here, onto Willow Tree Lane."
"Oh great, I've been living on Willow my whole life. I'll show you around." He seemed pleased and excited to have met me. We walked on with his Lab and made conversation about each other. He was very interested in where I had come from and my job and everything about me really. I didn't get much chance to ask him about himself. He paused from questioning me every so often to point out something quirky about the forest and show me cute new places. He seemed as into nature as I was and I was genuinely having a good time with him. I'm glad I decided to come out this evening. He walked me back onto Willow Tree as it was just about to get dark.
"It was lovely to meet you Sara, I'd love to walk with you again. If you ever need anything, I'm number 6." He said eagerly. What a lovely guy I thought. He had made me laugh, blush and gave me butterflies.
"I would love to walk with you again Justin, I will be out in the morning again, before work." I hinted.
"Great, I'll knock you at 6:30am, have a good evening, Sara." He smiled at me as he walked on up the street. Oh my. Well wasn't that a treat. Meeting a hot guy, who lives on my street. Beautiful to look at and listen to, clearly intelligent and so interesting. I couldn't help myself when I got into bed that evening. I put on a thin, soft evening nighty that fell just below my ass cheeks with a black lace trim. I slept in my black lacy thongs and no bra as I love the feeling of lace against my pussy when I'm feeling aroused. My hard nipples rubbed against the soft fabric as I lay in bed enjoying the sensations on my body from the different materials. I slipped my hand under my nighty and started to play with my big, hard nipples. My breasts and nipples are so big that I can reach my nipples with my mouth and suck them myself if I wanted to. I softly stroked them and my pussy started getting wet. With enough patience, I could cum just from nipple play. I twisted and pulled them harder and started to suck them. My lacy underwear was so wet but I didn't touch myself. I got myself so turned on and didn't finish myself off. I love the feeling of being in such a heightened sense of arousal in this way and I fell asleep in my wet panties.
I met Justin again in the morning. We met every morning and evening for the following week to walk through the forest. Every night I went home and got myself more and more worked up thinking about him and his hot broad, muscular body. We were like giddy teenagers, laughing and joking around. He asked me if he could hold my hand at the end of the week as we walked. It was so innocent yet so hot.
"You look so beautiful, Sara." The sun was about to set but the air was still warm. He stared into my eyes as he held both of my hands and came closer to me slowly to kiss me. My heart leapt from my chest and my cheeks and clit both rushed with blood as he planted his hot lips onto mine. Our tongues started to dance together and he began breathing hard, making deep sighing sounds. I let out a little moan and felt my body turn weak as the excitement coursed through my veins. That kiss was so hot, my pussy was already wet. I wanted to feel more of his body, to have more of his lips. He put his hands onto my hips and moved them up and down my hour glass figure while our lips were still locked. I put my hands onto his face. I paused a moment.
"Would you like to come back to my place...for a drink?" I asked nervously.