The fog is thick tonight. Sure, you can see the hand before your eyes, but anything farther than ten feet from you, no chance. It is dark, not that it would matter much since you can’t see more than thrice as far, even if you had lights.
I wasn’t outside because of *that*, in fact my decision was spontaneous, quick. I hadn’t really thought much, but when you are given an opportunity like that, you take it, right? I mean, after I missed the last bus I had about an hour anyways until the next bus arrived, and I had nothing to do until then, not to mention my heart pounding more and more at the thought of doing *that*.
I stepped not too far off the street. I only wandered an tiny bit of my sight to the bushes and trees, a few, small steps off the path. The fog wouldn’t protect me, and anyone looking would find me, not that anyone would look.
Not that my excitement came from the thought someone would catch me. No, in a way, everyone could have died and it would be exhilerating just the same. I felt powerful, as if the world was mine in this most fleeting of moments, as if I only had to follow my rules alone.
I stripped down. It was rather cold, the autumn winds taking their toll on my undressed nethers. I didn’t want to sit down in the muddy ground, so I took to bracing myself against a tree as my hand ever so slowly wandered down to my pale, cool bottom…
A spark rushed through me, rekindling the organs that were numbed so by the cold. An errant touch became two, then three, then an neverending caress of vulva, the gentle rubbing and teasing of the skinned area around it. I didn’t keep quiet, not at all. Nobody would listen, nobody would see, I was free to express myself fully.
My voice echoed through the night, and encouraged by the affirmation my own voice gave me, I began plunging a finger down my delicate hole. All the while, I shuddered from the cold, from the pleasure, from my nerves aching and crying in joy as well as in pain. My brain took no heed of time, or surroundings. My other hand wandered to my shirt-covered breasts, kneading them under the shirt as cool fingertips tickled my sensitive nipples.
I dropped down the floor, my legs quivering too much to hold me on my legs. I got covered in dirt, twigs, bugs and dirty water, my clothes became a mess, but I wasn’t caring enough about that anymore. My legs spread far and wide and my left hand played around with both inner folds as well as the wet pussy that was the entrance to it. My right hand still kneaded my breasts, pushing me down as my voice cried of lovers that took me out in the open, sullied in the mud. I wanted more, moved faster, as my hand began paining from the cold wetness, as my legs began to lock in place, my breath a ragged, wet mess, my hair ruined, and my eyes almost rolled up to the eyesockets themselves.
I cried, and cried, until finally, release came. I screamed out guttural moans that may as well have been a death wail, andthrashed around as my hands locked themselves around my body, trying to survive the waves of pleasure coming and coming.
I wasn’t exactly off the afterglow as I noticed a light nearing. Quickly, I got up only to notice that the bus I had meant to take was already leaving. It’s rear lights in my view, my gaze wandered down to the mud-soaked apparel I had worn, now nigh-unwearable.
I tried to sloppily clean my clothes, making it look less like the mud-stained brown mess of clothing and more like an drop in a puddle face first. I only barely succeeded, noting to myself that I shouldn’t probably drop my clothes into mud ever again, and stepped back onto the street, dressed and alone, my heart pounding from the excitement and pleasure, the cold of the night almost seeming like less of a problem now. I knew I had time, and I knew I wanted to do it again. I looked around to see if there wasn’t any other bus coming, though to expect another was moronic.
The fog is thick tonight…
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