I [21] [F] fingered myself to a squirting orgasm outside and gave the neighbours a show.

Like many people are at the moment, I’m living at home, still in lockdown. I’m coping pretty well, on the whole, but the one downside is that I don’t have as much time for my favourite hobby – making myself cum.

I’m usually a two orgasms a day kind of girl; whenever the mood strikes me, which is not always at night when I won’t be caught. In fact, I’m a bit of an exhibitionist. I love touching myself in risky places, the more potential to be caught the better. I’ve came in fitting rooms, parks, public bathrooms, libraries, buses, my car in busy streets. Anywhere and everywhere, basically.

As you can imagine, I haven’t had much opportunity for this lately. So when my family told me they were driving to a nearby beach for the day (this is allowed where I live), and I was delighted. It’s been sunny in Ireland lately, unusually so, and I’ve been spending a lot of time in the back garden. We live in a terraced house, and our back garden faces onto another row of houses – we have fences, and a bit of a hedge, but if you really wanted to you could see in.

I’d been fantasising about touching myself there for weeks, but it was always too risky with my family round. This was the perfect opportunity. As soon as they left, I showered and shaved, so my pussy would be soft and perfect to touch. I dressed in a skirt, for easy access, and crotchless panties, for even easier access. I was wet before I even stepped outside.

I decided to read for a bit, and just soak up the sun. I found it hard to concentrate. My fingers kept finding their way to my nipples, pierced and sensitive, and circling, pinching, rubbing. I haven’t tried it, but I think I could probably cum from nipple play if I did it for long enough.

I played with my nipples absentmindedly with one hand, my hips making tiny circles in the air, seeking friction, and rereading the same paragraph over and over again. Soon, I gave up my book. I was too distracted.

Finally, agonisingly, I raised my skirt, spread my legs, and I let my fingers touch my pussy. I was soaked. The slight breeze and the warmth of the sun felt heavenly against my bare, sensitive skin, and I dipped my fingers into the wetness pooled between my legs in awe.

I slipped a finger inside myself, revelling in the slick hot wetness, and began to caress my inner walls, quickly finding my g-spot and rubbing against it. I knew where this led to, and I wanted to take my time, so I slipped my finger out again and began to circle my clit.

Before long, my finger slid back into my wet and waiting hole, rubbing against my swollen g spot, and I felt a wet hot gush between my legs. Unable to stop myself, I began to rub myself hard, squirting onto the grass and biting my lip to stay silent.

The thought of a neighbour peeping out of a window and watching my slutty display spurred me on, and I found myself unable to stop. I rubbed my clit as though nothing else mattered, and fucked myself hard with my fingers, feeling the squirt gush between my fingers and out of my body.

The sound of my breathing, as quiet as I could be, but not quite quiet enough, filled the air, broken only by the sound of my fingers plunging into my cunt and the hot liquid pouring from my hole and hitting the ground as I brought myself closer.

I thought of that neighbour again, fictional or not, and what they’d do if they caught me shamelessly squirting and fucking myself on the ground like an animal. Perhaps their fingers would sink into their own wet hole, helplessly rubbing an aching clit, circling their nipples. Or their hand would circle a thick, throbbing cock, fucking into their hand, wishing it was my cunt.

This was the thrill I had been longing for. My nipples ached for attention and peaked in the summer sun, and I couldn’t chose between the deep ache within me to be filled, stretched, pounded, and my clit crying out to be rubbed until sweet release came.

The lure of an ever-closer orgasm pulled my fingers out of my dripping hole and onto my clit, rubbing frantically, gasping, the wetness making my fingers slip and glide to exactly where I needed them.

As I rubbed, I felt my pussy pulse over and over again, empty, still squirting desperately onto the ground as it contracted around nothing. My breath began to catch as I drew closer and closer to my release, my legs shaking, head thrown back in the open air. Thoughts of watching neighbours left my mind: all that remained was the singleminded goal of release. I felt one final gush of liquid arch through the air and fall on the ground as I rubbed my clit like a woman possessed, my cunt contracting over and over and over in a blissful release as I threw my head back and tried not to scream. My orgasm rushed through my body, electric, all consuming, wet and final and primal, the sun and the wind caressing my body as I panted through the purest pleasure I knew.

My fingers slowing at last, I tried to catch my breath, still reeling in the aftershocks and pulsing within me. I was soaked; sitting in a puddle. My phone, still recording in front of me, was wet, along with my skirt and my fingers and my book.

It’s been a couple of days now, and I can’t stop thinking about this orgasm. I posted a clip of it on some subreddits – you’ll find it easily on my profile – and the full video in my bio. I’ve watched it a few times myself, and came to it, too. As soon as the sun comes back, and I get another hour to myself, I know where I’ll be. In the garden again, orgasming under the sun, wishing to be watched.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/hc6kf9/i_21_f_fingered_myself_to_a_squirting_orgasm