Sometimes during a break at college you just want to be alone.
There’s this place I go at the end of the field, there is a small wood, I go there to be alone. And there’s a stash of porn mags in a plastic wrapper under a rock – if you don’t know what porn mags are then you didn’t grow up in the 70s and 80s (and 90s!)
When I got there I saw her – the girl from English class. She’s quiet and interesting, petite with long brown hair, a bit Goth, looks like Room With A View era Helena.
She’s rifling through my porn stash!
Then she takes one sits on the floor, on the leaves. I don’t think she can see me. She flicks through the pages, pausing then turns the page.
Finally she hitches up her skirt, I can see her white knickers, and her full unkempt bush bursting out around, she has curls down her inner thighs.
She puts her hands on her knickers and presses, and I can see the hair underneath, and then she very slowly starts rubbing, slowly, rhythmically.
I think I’m hidden, enough, I certainly can’t leave now she’ll see me, so I figure I have to stay. I know it’s intrusion, but I’m transfixed. I watch her, and I’m so aroused, I too start to feel myself, just outside my trousers
She is stroking her gusset and I can see the damp patch spreading, and maybe she is breathing more heavily, then she slips her fingers inside, retrieves them and rubs them under her nose. Inhaling her scent. I can only imagine. Then she raises her arms and sniffs her armpits, it is hot and I can see the wet stain on her teeshirt, and her curling armpit hair.
Now an arcane metre develops, she rubs at her crotch, sniffs her armpits, rubs some more, sniffs her intimate folds, rubs some more.
I admit, I was not expecting the armpit. Is that a common fetish?