The sun was warm on my face, a gentle breeze rustling through the trees. I was supposed to be studying for my exams, but the library felt like a prison today. Instead, I found myself wandering through the park, a rebellious streak bubbling inside me.
It started with just pulling up my skirt a little, feeling the air against my thighs. It was a thrill, a secret only I knew. I glanced around – nobody seemed to notice. Encouraged, I lifted it higher, my fingers tracing the soft skin of my inner thigh. No panties. Just me and the open air.
My heart pounded in my chest. What if someone sees? The thought was both terrifying and electrifying. I leaned against a tree, the rough bark a contrast to my smooth skin. Slowly, teasingly, I slid my fingers between my legs, feeling the damp heat. It was forbidden, scandalous… and utterly intoxicating. I looked out to the open lawn. Maybe I can find somewhere else to play? A more discreet place?
A shiver ran down my spine as I imagined someone catching me. The thought made me wetter, more desperate. I started to pull down my shorts and played with my clit for a moment. I was almost there, just a few more strokes would do it.
My breath hitched as a figure approached. I quickly pulled down my skirt, my cheeks flushed. He passed by. He didn't seem to notice me. Maybe I had got away with my brazen outdoor game.
I took a deep breath, my legs still trembling. The thrill was gone, replaced by a sense of nervous excitement. I knew I shouldn't do it again... but I also knew I couldn't resist. The pull of the forbidden was too strong, the pleasure too intense. Next time I would be more careful, but I knew there would be a next time.
