Melissa felt the coolness of the sparse coarse grass on her naked back, the softer coolness of the air on the insides of her bare thighs and the contrasting warmth of the sun on her breasts and belly. She was lying naked among the dunes by her beach house, soaking up the sun on the grass covered landward slope and revelling in the daring freedom of public nudity.
She felt a gentle breeze play suddenly across her skin, creating goose bumps and causing her nipples to respond, hardening and extending, standing proud of her small breasts as if to announce their presence to the world - not that the world seemed to be noticing. The dunes were open to public access but they were away from the main holiday areas and used generally by couples seeking intimate seclusion, or perhaps by walkers, seldom by families. That was why her mind had chosen this spot for her to display herself in, though so far with little success.
God, she felt horny, it was enough to turn her on just to lie with her legs splayed wide open on purpose to let anyone who came by get a good look at her pussy. She wanted to be seen, knowing that a stranger's eyes on her body would just serve to make her hotter still. Her hand rested between her legs, her fingers playing softly with her clitoris, teasing herself, intensifying the heat within her but not yet playing strongly enough to bring herself to orgasm.
But that could wait; she would see how things went, see if anyone would appear to whom she could show herself in full sexual release. Then she would go for it, she would rub herself unmercifully, her fingers would fly over her little button, her hips would twitch and she would cry out with pleasure, all the time holding eye contact with her audience. That was the important thing, that eye contact, the certainty that this person was watching exactly what she was doing to herself and knew exactly how it was making her feel. Jesus, but she couldn't wait for that moment. It had happened many times before and each time her orgasm had ripped her apart leaving her lying exhausted physically and emotionally, but also happily fulfilled.
For a while Melissa lay with her legs as wide apart as was comfortable and languidly masturbated, letting her fingers run softly up and down her labia, then dip a little way into her vagina before returning to play lazily with her clitoris. It felt so good to play with herself like this, her eyes closed, just letting her mind's eye see the rolling dunes with their sparse covering of wiry grass and sandy footways meandering between them. She let her imagination see visitors and holidaymakers wandering along the coast, any one of whom might, just might, take the little path that ran below her between the hills of sand. Her fingers kept her warm, kept her aroused and ready, feeling that lovely warmth in the depth of her belly that could develop so easily into a full blown orgasm. For the moment she was content to feel hot and horny and just drift along on her home grown sea of gentle arousal, but she knew that soon the time would come when she would crave more, when she would need someone to see her, to watch her, even to stare at her as she brought herself to another mind-blowing orgasm.
Who would it be this time? She didn't know. Would it be a couple, a couple of about her own age, in their thirties, in their sexual prime and who could appreciate her display, or maybe it would be a younger couple, just beginning their own sexual explorations for whom her display would shock but also empower them, giving them the daring to explore themselves.
Maybe it would be just one person? A woman would be nice for once. A woman who knew just what she was doing, who did the same herself, who used her own fingers on her own pussy. Yes, that would be good. She would have to wait and see. Meanwhile her fingertips caressed her little button, keeping her simmering, keeping her hot and ready for whatever happened.
She continued for a little while, stroking her breasts and pulling gently on her own nipples, playing gently with her clitoris, feeling the wetness seep out from her tunnel and trickle sexily across her perineum to pool around her anus. Jesus, but it felt good! Even the tiny squelching noises her fingertips made as they sank into her vagina turned her on. She wouldn't mind if this intensely erotic state could last forever, though in the back of her mind she knew that sooner or later she would need to cum. She also knew that this time when she did finally cum it would be with the most almighty explosive orgasm that she had ever had. She didn't know why, but she just knew that it was building that way.
Then suddenly she sensed that she was no longer alone. A man, a big, rugged, solidly built man of about her own age was standing before her, dressed only in the briefest of shorts, and he was openly staring at her naked body. His position on the path brought his face almost level with her pussy as she lay on the slope and a rush of adrenalin flooded through her, making her breathing deepen and her heart race. This was what she had been wanting, someone to see her at play, and now here he was. She gripped a breast hard, squeezing it against her palm, kneading it while she placed a finger either side of her pussy and pulled her labia open to give her spectator an even better view.
"I want to fuck you."
His voice came quietly for such a big man, yet the words registered in her head with delicious excitement and there was never a moment when she was going to refuse him.
