Sarah lay in the warm grass languidly masturbating. She was stretched out on the lawn in her parent's walled garden, lulled half asleep by the warm sun on her flesh and the drone of the bees. Drowsy as she was, she restricted herself to just the gentle rubbing of her index finger on her clit, her finger slipped between the lips of her pussy while she stroked her neatly trimmed pubic hair with her palm.
Sarah would always play with herself with her legs closed, one knee cocked and pressed just above her other knee, her leg gently moving back and forth in time with the motion of her finger, thighs rubbing against each other, pressing against her pussy. It seemed to Sarah to be the proper way for a girl to get herself off, demure and dignified.
She certainly never masturbated naked. Only in the shower anyway, when the hard jets from the power nozzle played over her breasts, making her nipples stand up. Even then she'd rarely plan what came next. She'd wash herself thoroughly all over, enjoying the feel of the lather on her skin, soaping her large breasts for just a little bit longer then she meant to, enjoying the feel of her hands over her erect nipples.
Then she'd run the sponge over her long legs, rubbing her calves and then her thighs, moving onto her rounded hips before carrying on to her inner thighs, not really thinking about it, just catching the outside of her pussy with the sponge, opening her lips a little and lightly stroking the rosy flesh with a whisper thin caress.
What followed was only natural and not really thinking what she was doing she'd drop the sponge, move one thigh over the over and slide her fingers inside herself.
Once started though she didn't seem to know how to stop, she had just enough self control to remember that she needed to get ready and get to college that she couldn't spend as long as she'd like and so, after a couple of long, slow anticipatory caresses would start to rub herself furiously, her left hand kneading insistently on her breasts, rolling a nipple under her forefinger.
Normally though she'd wait until she was alone in bed and everyone was out. Not that she was ever so deliberately calculating, it was just that these were the times she felt most relaxed. She would let her hands wander over her body until they found her secret places.
Today was the first time she'd ever touched herself this way outside and she felt naughty and reckless, both pleasingly exciting and uncomfortably dangerous all at the same time.
But she knew she was safe, her parents would be out for hours and the garden had a high wall, there was no way anybody could see her. She was trying out her new black bikini and that had made her feel naughty and reckless enough by itself.
The bikini, far more revealing then she would normally wear, was an eighteenth birthday present from her best friend, Laura. Sarah had never been entirely comfortable with swimwear, feeling even the demure one piece she used to wear showed off her curves more than was proper or than she was quite comfortable with.
She could no longer get into that however as her breasts had swelled in the last six months, filled out and firmed up, so Laura had suggested buying her a new bikini, something to show her figure off.
Sarah hadn't been sure but had allowed Laura to convince her. Anyway Sarah was secretly pleased with her new tits. She had noticed the way the boys looked at her. It made her blush but it made her pleased too. It wasn't just her cheeks that would feel the heat though. Something about those admiring glances left her aching to be touched but she would push the thought away.
Laura had picked the bikini out. It had seemed quite natural for both girls to go into the changing room together until they got in and Sarah realised she was going to have to strip completely naked sharing this small space with Laura. She had felt shy and awkward taking off her clothes, Laura hadn't seen her naked since they were little girls.
Slipping her white cotton panties off, she turned away from her friend only realising too late that Laura could see her full form reflected in the mirror, breasts hanging free, pussy exposed. Sarah caught a glimpse of Laura clearly checking her out.
"God, when did you get so hot?" Laura asked.
Sarah blushed and quickly slipped into the black bikini, not feeling much less exposed than she had when she was naked. The bottom half was little more than a thong, a narrow triangle covered her pussy but soon narrowing down to a thin band riding high on her rounded hips and all but disappearing between her arse cheeks. It seemed to accentuate rather than cover her bottom.
The top half was barely any better. Her tits seemed to be straining to get out of the two triangles of fabric that were barely covering them. Sarah looked at herself in the mirror and was both excited and appalled but what she saw.
"You're a proper little sex kitten, Sarah. All the boys will want you now, you know."
Laura was always saying things like that but this was the first time Sarah had ever felt they could be true. Laura had always been the hot one with her long legs, slim waist and firm pointy tits. The ones the boys wanted.
Sarah would always sit amazed while Laura told her about her latest sexual exploits with John or Richard or one of the others. Sarah had always told herself that she wasn't like that, that she disapproved even, wasn't a bit jealous. But it always got her wondering and that would make her aware that she was getting moist between the legs.
So, scarcely believing that there would ever be a time when she would wear it, Sarah had let Laura buy her the bikini, had taken it home and put it away somewhere. Sometimes late at night when her parents were asleep Sarah would get up and slip into it, checking herself out in the full length mirror in her room.
She would feel a little silly but she liked feeling hot too. She would self consciously strike poses like a 1950s pin up; one hip out, an arm behind her head, boobs thrust out. She had to admit that she pulled it off quite well and that she had a properly womanly, hourglass figure.
After a while though she would start to feel too silly and take it off and go to bed, invariably though she would have got herself a little too excited and so would have to finger herself to go to sleep.
This was the first day that she had worn it outdoors. The plan had been just to come out sunbathing but she couldn't quite relax with what she was wearing, feeling self conscious, although nobody could see, feeling daring and sexy and then hot and then moist, fantasising about admiring stares.
Shifting around on the grass to try and get comfortable, she felt her inner thighs rubbing together, pressing on her pussy, and she didn't want to stop, she slipped a hand down, her fingers needing to snake in to play with her self.
So she lay in the sunshine for some time, rubbing, fingering, stroking, playing, fucking herself almost to climax. Only almost though.
There was a loud knock, instead. Sarah sat up suddenly, whipping her fingers out of her pants, blushing furiously, sure she'd been caught. She took a few deep breaths reminding herself that whoever was there couldn't possibly have seen in.
The knock came again. It was on the door that led from the garden into the neighbouring field. Sarah desperately wanted whoever it was to go away. She had been so close and knew now that she couldn't relax until she had finished. The knock came again. Sarah's sense of responsibility finally triumphed and she called out, "Coming."
God she wished that was true.
Suddenly she remembered what she was wearing. Too late to do anything about that now. She also realised that the fingers on her right hand were thick with her pussy juices. There was nothing for it. She put her fingers in her mouth and licked them clean.
It was the first time she'd ever tasted herself in that way. She thought she'd be disgusted but something about it sent a spasm right through her body, down to her wet, aching pussy and almost sent her over the edge.
She got up and ran to the wooden door in the high wall, her boobs bouncing rhythmically as she did so. She stopped by the door and took a deep breath. Hopefully whoever it was could be easily fobbed off and leave her in peace. She took a deep breath and opened the door. It was Laura.
She was pleased to see her friend but frustrated that she couldn't have come just five minutes later because now she had this ache between her thighs that only an orgasm could satisfy. Feeling how close she had come to getting caught also made her flustered and nervous, bringing colour to her cheeks.
Sarah was also very self-conscious of what she was wearing, aware that once again Laura was checking her out. Feeling suddenly emboldened Sarah decided to return the favour, looking Laura up and down.
Sarah had always thought Laura pretty but had never noticed before quite how ravishing she was, not so ravishing as she looked now that Sarah was thoroughly aroused, her pussy wet and throbbing and crying out to be touched. A sudden thought of Laura with her fingers inside her flashed into Sarah's mind. She pushed it away quickly.
Laura was dressed in a simple pastel yellow, halterneck sundress with blue forget-me-nots and a wide brimmed straw hat. Her long, tousled blond hair falling over her bare shoulders, like a simple child of nature.
The artless effect of her dress and hat was both highlighted and contradicted by the heavy, filthy pair of army boots she had on, thick with creamy grey mud that had splashed up her creamy white legs. The dress came barely half way down her smooth toned thighs and Sarah could see that some mud had splashed even that far up.
Laura let herself in and closed the door behind her.
