Self-Quarantining

Since I have been self-quarantining at home for the past week, today I decided to go out to get some fresh air. I packed up a tasty lunch and a nice bottle of pinot noir and found a beautiful outdoor spot with a park-like setting.

As I sat down to arrange myself, the wind picked up and began to lift my skirt as if to peak underneath to reveal that I had gone without panties. I placed the picnic basket at my feet for later. I wanted some time before lunch to thoroughly enjoy myself.

As I spread my legs, I could feel a lovely warmth come over me. My pussy lips were already swollen with anticipation, and I could feel my heat pulsing as I felt all around my clit while avoiding touching it directly.

My hips rock back and forth on the blanket to the music only I can hear. My pussy is dripping wet now, and my juices soak into the soft fabric of my dress. I slide a finger into my slit to part my inner lips and trace upward to brush lightly across my throbbing clit, protruding now, uncovered and aching to be touched.

My fingers begin lightly tracing across my sensitive clit, dipping downward to collect some of my juice, and then returning to massage my hot button. I touch it lightly at first, then with more urgency as my whole body twitches with little electric shocks. Then I move my fingers down to position them at the entrance to my parted lips. One finger moves into the hot darkness and slowly sinks inside, feeling the walls of my pussy squeezing and soaking it.

I add a second finger and then slowly withdraw them both so that just the tips part my lips. Slowly moving them in and out, my pelvis moving forward to meet them and then back as they withdraw. Slowly at first but then faster and faster as my desire rises. Then at last I shove them deep inside as my pussy muscles clamp down around them. I give my clit one last rub that sends me over the edge while a scream of release escapes my lips.