Author's note: This is a tamer tale than many I tell, and that's very deliberate and for a very specific segment of my audience (you know who you are). As well as that, there's maybe a little more of the autobiographical about this one, but I'm not telling you which bit in particular...
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I knew I was finally going to do it the moment I left the house that day. I'd spent almost five years fantasising about playing outdoors, maybe being caught, maybe being seen partially naked, and I'd fantasised about it more times than I'd wished for a lottery win. And now I was finally going to stop being such a shy and retiring little girl and become a grown up woman with needs and desires. I'm almost thirty, so I guess its about time, even if I can pass for twenty.
I'd dressed carefully and planned everything. I'd even waited for a bright, warm, sunny day so my halter-neck sun-dress didn't look unusual. It was unusual for me to be wearing only a very brief pair of knicks underneath my outerwear, but no one could see that. Yet.
And there it was -- yet. Finally I could make it happen, and I even had every conceivable excuse ready in case things went badly. I wasn't even going to be going anywhere that I was known, having discovered the woodland walk thirsty miles away just a few weeks before.
I got it my car and drove there quickly but safely, arriving for the first time ever with no sudden change of heart (I'd been that far twice before and chickened out). I got out of the car and plucked a dog leash from the passenger seat. I didn't have a dog, but I did have need of an excuse, and the supposedly missing 'Jumbo' was that very thing.
I walked for almost an hour, keeping off the main tracks, hopping between trees whenever anyone approached to keep from being seen. No witnesses meant no chance of being seen before I wanted to be. Not that being seen was totally necessary for the fulfilment of my fantasy -- I doubted very much that I would get that brave given that this was my first venture into my fantasyland.
I finally found what I was looking for. A natural clearing just off of one of the peripheral pathways through the woods proved to be full of comfortable grass and devoid of passersby for an average of more than fifteen minutes a time. I'd checked and double-checked that last part (as much as one can) from behind a particularly large oak tree. I waited until a young couple had passed walking both a toddler and a dumb-looking retriever, and then I stepped over to the side of the clearing.
I'd fantasised so many times about this moment, but when I tugged at the halter ties and let the dress fall to the ground, baring my small breasts and my quivering belly (and those little knicks, of course) I could scarcely believe how both the excitement and the cool air against skin that was so seldom exposed combined to bring instant arousal.
I stared down at my hard, erect nipples, gasping at my audacity for exposing them. Admittedly just to fresh air, but still...
Stifling a giggle (really) I finally plucked up the courage to step out of the dress and into the clearing. Oh, I knew I could disappear into they trees at a moment's notice, and that the pathway was covered in enough old, dried leaves that I could hear an ant approaching at a hundred metres, but still.... I was almost naked and very much outdoors.
I looked back at my dress and down past my exposed breasts. I'd only brought one other item of clothing and now one of the two looked lonely. And it wasn't the one I was wearing.
I was already surprising myself that I'd come this far after so many dreams and so many 'chicken runs', so you can imagine how hard to was not to giggle when my shaky fingers finally found purchase on the elastic either side of my panties. The shock of cold air against my most private place was even greater than it had been against my little breasts, but that didn't stop me pulling the cotton all the way down.
I think my mind closed down some of its circuits as I hooked a toe in the flimsy garment, flicked it up to my hands and then cast it in the general direction of my dress.
I looked down at myself. I was naked. Completely exposed to the elements. Every inch of my flesh bared. My belly twitched and I knew -- just knew -- that I'd never make it back into my clothes an d back to my car before I would have to find some relief from the waterfall of excitement that was crashing over me. I also knew that I was wetter than I could ever remember.
I looked down at my nakedness. I looked down at the soft, long grass. I looked at the empty pathway stretching away into the distance on both sides of me. I stepped further back.
I had know, somehow and some way, that if I really started, then I might not be able to stop myself, but I had no idea that one light brush of my hand across my exposed left breast would constitute 'starting'.
My hand travelled from the bare breast to the heat and wetness between my legs before I knew what was happening. I sank to my knees as my thumb connected with the hard nub of my clitoris. I was fingering rapidly before I knew what I was doing.
