Thursday, Predawn, I Enjoy Some Night Air
I wake up in the quiet darkness and try to recapture the last moments of a very pleasant dream, sliding my hand down into my pajama shorts and gently teasing at my warm, wet lips. I glance over and grab my phone with my free hand. My alarm is due to go off in a minute or two. I silence it and sigh.
That dream will just have to wait, I smile.
Wearing nothing but my pajamas, a thin cotton tank top and shorts, I'd prepared for my little activity when I went to bed. I roll out of the covers and daintily toe my way across the floor. I sweep briskly down the hall and down the stairs and down to the back door, checking the lock is indeed closed and snatching my keys, before slipping back through the house and out the front door. I turn the key in the lock and that's that.
I'm now locked outside in the dead of night in nothing but my skimpy pajamas. Well, locked out with a key... Now, what to do with that...
Part one of the plan was to put the key somewhere I'd have to go get it in part two. But, I'm honestly not totally sure where that ought to be, because, like, I wasn't totally sure how brazen I'd feel, so, uh, I haven't really planned ahead too much. This is... very different than playing with myself in the back yard. And that's already, um, a new concept for me.
However, as my eyes adjust to the dim darkness of the sliver of moonlight, and the full weight of the silence so deep there isn't even a hint of crickets soaks into me, I think I'm starting to feel a little more brazen after all. That wonderful little feeling is rising up in my chest, guiding my eyes all the way to the tree in the middle of the yard across the street.
I bite my lip and let a hand run down my breast, shivering breathily in the warm night air as my fingers pass across soft flesh through thin fabric. My pussy already aches for attention, so I start quickly across our lawn to the street. I eye both directions as I reach the sidewalk, but the street is as quiet as the crickets, and I step out onto the rough concrete.
It was one thrill to step out onto my porch. It is quite another to step out onto the street. But between the darkness and the silence, I'm feeling more and more eager to risk "just one more" thrill.
Standing boldly in the middle of the street, my street, so often busy with cars bustling through the neighborhood, with neighbors jogging or walking dogs, with delivery trucks stopping every few hours, I grab the bottom of my shirt, let my breath catch for a moment, then pull it up over my breasts.
I giggle, giddy with my bare tits exposed to the empty street. I run my fingers over them, my pussy protesting once more in jealousy as I let out a soft moan. Fuck, this feels even more amazing than the storm!
I twirl and bound the rest of the way across the street, grinning with my top clinging snugly above my bare breasts. I let my fingers tease along the curve of my rarely-exposed flesh as it jostles freely with each springy step.
I step up to the white picket fence and lean in, reaching up on my toes, clambering partly up the fence to snag the tip of the lowest hanging branch of the happy little tree spanning their yard, my perky young breasts defying gravity as they dangle freely over the neighbor's yard.
Pulling gently down on the leaf, I bring enough of the branch into reach to slip the key ring over another leaf a little further up, safely looped in behind it on its little shoot. I let the branch go and it springs smoothly back up, perky as a young girls' breasts, that lowest leaf once more just barely in reach, the key well away from me. Now I really am locked out! At least until I get the key again.
But that thrill... I grin.
Just putting the key up there and simply getting it again is hardly the fun part. No, the next step is gonna be the real fun!
Still grinning at my own bare tits, I slip down off the fence, and casually stroll back across the street, imagining myself walking like this in broad daylight. I tug down on my shorts to moon an imagined passerby watching from under the tree behind me, and a hot pulse shoots up me as my skin bares, forcing a gasp out of me and a very happy smile.
I cross my yard, tits and ass hanging out, and bound up the steps, fully stripping off my pajama top as I shove my shorts down my thighs and let them fall. My breath catches and my heart races and I stand there, totally naked on the front porch. I lick my lips, hurrying before I lose my nerve, and scoop up my shorts to join my top in my hands and kneel down in front of the door.
This is the hard part.
As quick as I'd pulled them off, I slip the skimpy bits of cotton that were my only clothing through the old mailslot in our front door and they fall to the floor, well out of reach of the few fingers I can fit through the narrow slot. Testing my experience at fingering slots, I shove a hand in the door, just to prove to myself that I really am well and truly trapped naked out here.
Now it's real. I am locked outside, totally naked, and the only way back in is to cross the street, naked, and get the key out of the tree, naked. To climb up, naked, and reach for the branch, naked, and pull the key down, naked.
Fuck this feels so good!
I can't help it. I indulge myself right there, kneeling on the front porch, pressing a hand against my breast, kneeding my nipple between my knuckles, while the other finally makes its way to my eagerly waiting, tight, wet little pussy. I immediately and easily press my middle and index finger deep inside, my aching slit crushing around them, but so desperately, drippingly wet that they slide smoothly into the happily resisting flesh.
"Fu-uck..." I murmur, collapsing slightly forward. "Save it for the street..." I smile, shivering as I pull my hand out and push myself up.
It was one thing to flash my tits and ass in the street. It is quite another to walk brazenly naked out there. As I step down from the porch and start across the yard, I let my hand wander back between my legs, teasing at my impatient clit as I glance nervously down the street. I am really doing this. I am really naked, walking out into the street.
"Fuck..." I shiver again as my fingers work along my slit while I walk. My bare feet meet rough pavement and I feel the shiver up through my spine again, electric, aching for release. And in a few short steps I'm there, in the middle of the street, naked.
I can't hardly breath. My heart is pumping too fast. I glance, paranoid, down each end of the empty, dead quiet street.
Seven years of gymnastics. This is it. This is the best part, right here.
I lift a leg up, straight up, into a standing split, my pussy spread wide, practically gaping at the night, daring it to fuck me right then and there. I wrap my arm around my leg, holding it up, massaging at my breast as I balance on one foot, and let the other hand finally have at it.
My fingers, already wet with my own juices, shove deep and hard into my achingly hungry slit with a wet, slapping sound that fills the empty quiet.
"Uhng!" I moan, suddenly struggling to keep my balance as my hand pounds noisily at my pussy. The street fills with the mix of wet slap slap slap and my gasping breaths.
I am trapped out here, locked outside, naked, in the middle of the street, with my bare tits on display, my ass and pussy spread wide for anyone to take advantage of, finger fucking myself hard.
It feels... incredible... I'm already so fucking close...
But I can't keep my balance. The ground is rough, my foot hurts, I'm not... I have to admit, I have never practiced this particular maneuver before. I mean, who has? I just can't hold it long enough to get there, and have to let my foot down to catch myself as I finally lose my balance.
Fuck, I just need to get inside and finish off. I need it so bad.
Gasping, my legs aching from holding that pose for too long, I look up at the tree branch. I can just make out the key in the dark from here. I stumble over to the fence, and climb half up it again, naked this time, my breasts still skillfully defying gravity as I reach up and tug gently down on that lowest leaf.
A flash of headlights splash over the tree.
My heart, racing from the anticipation of a climax denied, skips a beat, or maybe it's stopped entirely, I'm not sure... Panicking, I dive into the yard in front of me, tumbling across the soft grass, scrambling to press my naked body back against the white picket fence, hoping the narrow slats are at least tight enough to disguise my bare skin.
As I sit here in this seemingly endless moment, adrenaline pumping through my veins, my back against rough wood, my legs splayed in front of me, my fingers wet with my own juices, I just can't wait for my room. I toss aside the broken bit of leaves and branch and unabashedly satisfy my aching slit.
"Fuck yes..." I sigh, shivering, my hips rocking against my hand as the headlights peak and pass, the sound of the car rushing by. I even feel the vibration of the car passing behind me, the sensation, the closeness of it drives my hand to start pressing into me faster and harder.
Now it's the dark quiet of the neighbor's yard that's filled with my wet slapping, my breathy sighs turned aching moans.
My eyes flit up momentarily to the branch hiding my only way inside. My breath already starting to catch, it suddenly seems like so much work, I might as well stay out here and finish.
But... Is that branch at a different angle than before? When I hung the key up, it was pointed down. Now, it's pointed up. The part I tore off must have been weighing it down...
My hand and my breath freeze. I could barely reach before. There's no way I can reach that branch now!
I leap up and sprint over to the tree. I stare up at the branch. It's definitely the one, and the leaf I hung the key on is still up there, pointed well away from me now. There's no way I can reach that.
I am totally fucked.
Swallowing, I try jumping for it. Not even close. I bounce a few times, trying to put as much push into my legs as I can, ignoring how wildly my bare tits and ass are likewise bouncing. This is seriously bad news, I am so screwed.
Winded, breathing heavy after bouncing too hard and fast I bend over, glowering up at the uncooperative branch, unsure if my heart is racing more from the exertion or the panic.
I am totally naked. Like, totally totally naked, with no way to get inside or get clothes. People are going to start waking up before too long. Someone has already driven by!
My head feels light. I double over onto my knees. This is so bad. I look up at the tree, ready to cry.
From that angle, I can see the twig I'd put the key on pretty clearly.
It's empty.
I frown and lean to the side. Definitely empty.
