I lie on the fresh forest floor looking up at the sky. The moon shines down on my body and I can’t resist a smile. As I look down on myself I see my naked skin stained with tons of white juice spreading a bittersweet smell. My clothes are torn and spread around me, surrounding the scene. My hand glides on my stomach and as I squeeze shallowly, I still feel it running out of me. I sigh excitedly and play with the sticky juice between my fingers as I mix the taste in my mouth with my saliva. “That was an incredible night,” I think with a grin and sink a little into the memories that led to that moment.
It’s a warm summer night and I’ve set out to take a walk through the small wood near where I live to clear my head. It has been a long time since I took time for myself and really relaxed. It has been far too long since I was on the streets in the dark and so I was convinced to go out. I put on a narrow slip, hotpants and a loose top, I do not wear shoes and a bra. To feel the forest floor under my feet and the light wind that will pass my breasts should feel nice.