I have come upstairs to get dressed, sliding out of my t-shirt and shorts I run my hands over my naked curves. I open the curtains and pull up the blind. The cool morning air from the open window blows across my bare skin, the sensation is not an unpleasant one.

Wandering through to the bathroom I turn on the taps and watch as the water begins to fill the bath, steam clouding my reflection in the mirror. I add bubbles and watch as they rise in crests from the water, gradually filling the surface. Dipping into the warmth I relax as I sink lower into the foam, my skin silky under the water.

***

I walk back through to my bedroom, I wrap my hair in a towel preferring to allow my body to dry naturally. Standing alone I look out across the country lane our cottage is nestled beside. I watch as the birds, fly in and out of the trees, the cattle in the surrounding fields monitoring their wayward offspring. The sun spilling through the clouds brightens the green of the grass and the blue of the sky behind the imposing Welsh hills.

The breeze is more noticeable across my damp skin. I find my hands drawn to my freshly shaven mound, I run my fingers across the bare skin, allowing my hand to tease the lips of my pussy, stroking the smoothness along the entrance to my hidden folds. Standing in front of the window I let my fingers slide into my moist cunt gently circling my clit. Cyclists pass the window, too fast to notice I am there, I close my eyes and imagine that somebody is on the footpath, consulting their map as they so frequently do, the path into the forest not the simplest to navigate.

My fingers slide in and out of my cunt, I gasp and move my hand in the way I know is guaranteed to reach those parts I need to climax. My other hand reaches up and cups my breast, I finger the bar protruding either side of the nipple, tugging it gently, my nipples harden in response.

I increase the pressure over my clit, alternating this with fingering my cunt. I feel the chill of the breeze between my legs and rub myself harder, faster as soft moans escape from my mouth. Wetness seeps from my cunt coating my fingers, slickness spreading to the top of my thighs. I push my legs close together as I grind onto my fingers. My breathing quickens, I lessen the pressure teasing myself, riding that edge, as I know my orgasm will be greater.

I squirm as it crashes through my body, thighs tight around my wrist, fingers still I allow it to wash through my body. I squeeze my left breast, enjoying the pain, not releasing my hold until the small shuddering aftershocks subside. I bring my sodden fingers to my lips and taste myself, sucking them clean before I open my eyes.

For a second our eyes meet, my heart stops, breath catches in my throat before I smile. You look away, unable to manage the eye contact, then back down at your map. I watch as you shake your head in disbelief. I have gone as you dare another glance back up at the window. You decide upon your route and I watch just out of sight as you snake your way up the over grown footpath.

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