[F]inally giving in to my pussy – risky summer camp masturbation

I just love writing about solo adventures. This past summer, I was working as a camp counselor at an all girls’ camp; between my schedule, living situation, and responsibilities, I hardly had any time to myself. For the first two weeks, I completely absorbed in day-to-day life and didn’t even think about giving my pussy any attention.

After that, though, I started to become hyper aware of how long it had been since I masturbated. When I was sitting cross-legged, I’d find myself grinding my clit against my heel until I snapped out of it. I’d rock against the seam of my jeans or, every once in awhile, brush a finger against the lips of my pussy and realize I was soaking wet. I started to have vivid sexual fantasies; while talking to a fellow counselor, or preparing lunch for the campers, I’d imagine getting bent over the counter and fucked senseless.

It didn’t take long for me to finally snap. Let me just say, I love the feeling I get *before* masturbating almost as much as the feelings I get during or after. First, I feel a heightened awareness of my pussy as it flushes; I can’t stop thinking about its presence. I’ll start flexing my vaginal muscles, and feeling little shivers in the stomach and the soles of my feet. My legs tighten in anticipation because my body knows what’s happening next and this, this is my favorite part: the mixture of excitement, anticipation, and resignation. No matter what I’m doing, once I get to this point I know that it’s over.

In this case, we were in between sessions and preparing for the next set of campers; the day hadn’t been on camp schedule and so I felt a little *too* conscious of my free time. I started thinking about sex: what it smells like, how it feels to have cum dripping down my face or someone holding me down. I was sweeping and mopping with several other counselors but could hardly keep up with the conversation; the more I tried to shift my attention away, the more filthy things I thought of, and suddenly I was thinking about how much I wanted people to watch me get fucked, to feel dozens of eyes on me as I shuddered in ecstasy.

At this point, I was almost through mopping the cabins, and finally starting to lose myself. Even as I stared down at the soapy water, I saw my body as if staring as if from a distance, hunched over and shuddering as I fucked myself silly. At this point, I knew a good fucking was imminent and I mopped the floor as fast as I possibly could. All the while my mental voice was ruthless: *you’re such a mindless stupid slut. Can’t even say no, can you? You know you can’t fight it, you know this is going to happen. So hungry for cock, aren’t you, you don’t even care about the consequences?*

As soon as the chore was done I headed towards the woods; we were in the process of building a tree house a little farther from the other buildings, but next to the road. (At the time, the tree house was only a wooden platform.) For some reason, this is where I knew I was going to go, and by the time I made it to the ladder, my legs were shaking. I pulled myself onto the platform and paused a moment, feeling the breeze against my hot cheeks. Though it was after sunset, it wasn’t yet dark, and the road was close enough that I could see anyone who happened to walk by. They would also be able to see me.

I was wearing a baggy, oversized T-shirt (my boss messed up the sizing) and a pair of tight athletic shorts. I knew, before I did, that I was going to take them off. My damp thong stuck to my thighs as I slid it down my legs. *You stupid fucking slut,* I thought.

If I was going to do this, I had to do this facing the road, sitting with my legs spread so that if someone looked up, they’d see my hairy pussy. I wasn’t thinking – of course I wasn’t thinking – I was just doing what I had to do and *fuck*, the breeze felt so good against my pussy lips. I traced them with my finger, looping a lazy circle around my clit, just teasing myself. *Finally.* My skin felt electric.

I dipped my middle finger in my wet pussy and then spread my lips, so I could finally reward my clit. Part of me felt ashamed that my body had this much control over me, but the other part of me knew I was being a good girl. I rubbed my clit until my thighs started twitching, and then I slid two fingers into my pussy. If I shifted onto my knees and knelt slightly, the sensations felt even stronger as I curled my fingers towards my G-spot. I leaned back and rocked my hips deliriously, squeezing my fingers as if they were a cock for my pussy to milk.

At this point, it was getting darker, and a group of counselors with headlamps walked by. I recognized the voices and knew that if they looked up they’d see me instantly but fuck, I was too far gone. Over the years, I’ve learned to masturbate almost silently – the only hard part is the breathing but I always try to take slow and measured breaths, to make as little movements as possible. At this point though, I didn’t care, and audible grunts escaped as I pumped my fingers. I was a stupid, mindless slut and all my body needed was an orgasm; nothing else mattered.

My fingers felt good but they were taking too long; I needed to cum *now.* I could hear the other counselors’ distant words in my ears as I pulled out my fingers and ground my knuckles against my clit. Finally, finally I was going to cum. My body tensed with the build-up and then, finally, I had my sweet, shuddering release as the blood pounded in my ears. An orgasm rolled through my lower body in waves of twitches and spasms and I whimpered into my shoulder, hoping it would muffle the sound.

The other counselors never looked up, or turned around; I felt mostly relief but the tiniest tingle of disappointment. As I pulled my thong and shorts back on, my brain was still buzzing: the first orgasm of the summer, and definitely not the last. I walked back to the cabins with my legs shaking and sex on my fingers.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/972k13/finally_giving_in_to_my_pussy_risky_summer_camp