badinfluencegirl

i’ve done this before but why let that stop me from telling you about this time right?

there is something about being in a tent in the summer that has a particular effect on me.  in this particular case i was changing from morning sarong to afternoon skirt and i couldn’t find my panties.  there i was, skirt around me, bra and tank top on with my lips pressing against my flannel sheeted air mattress.

it pressed back and warm flannel sat against my skin as the bumps of the mattress rose against me.  i didn’t notice at first and then i moved a leg just enough that my curls were flattened into the rounded bulge of the mattress..

i rubbed almost unconsciously.  well unconsciously to start with.

instantly i felt my legs split further and my breath quicken as i began to rock ever so slightly.  at first i was even still looking for my panties.  at first but not for long.

i stay kneeled up on the mattress and rock for a while; long enough to feel my skin heat and dew touch my lips.  my breath drops more deeply in my chest and i can feel my back starting to arch and lift my breasts.

a glance at the door confirms that it is mostly shut and i drop to my back on the pile of sun heated bedding.  it’s hot in here, the kind of hot that makes it hard to catch your breath.  the kind that cooks your skin and makes your muslces extra languid.

that’s it for my resistance and my fingers travel down to the cool heat between my legs.  there is a heaviness there and already my hips are twitching and my chin is lifting.

i reach above my head to the door of the tent and hold it open enough for a breeze but not enough to expose myself to the field full of tents that falls away under my gaze.  i groan to see all those people so close, separated from my by nothing more than a couple of sheets of nylon and their own failure to observe.

i stare at the passers by and imagine that they look through the gap in my tent door; that they look through and see my face contorted in beautiful agony.  that they see me and feel a shaft of my heat travel through them and that they will touch themselves later and think of me.

i see them spurting and groaning, faces contorted; i see their dreams of my naked body splayed before them as i abandon myself to my pleasure.

i am making small groaning noises now.  noises which both horrify and delight me in equal measure.  i hope no one can hear me slightly less than i hope someone can hear me and knows what i am doing.  every pant and sigh and little mewl of pleasure wafting through the hot sun baked air and into their eager ears.

hands unable to resist their own straining bodies as i drive them to partake of the heat this day brings right along with me.  i can see them all as my hips thrust and my eyes flutter and my chin drives for the ceiling.

i have started coming now but my fingers don’t stop their furious dance.  little eddies of pleasure swirl through my nervous system as i buck and buck and drive myself higher into the still heat that surrounds me.  my pants deepen into groans and my eyes are no longer willing to focus.

little spurts are shuddering out of me from deep inside myself now and my whole body opens and yearns for more.  my hands swirl furiously and i groan again, more loudly, as i buck and buck again but still i am not letting go.

i am driving my body to gush fluids on to my warm flannel bed and i feel you driving into me as i thrust and thrust and thrust again.

finally my hips drop and grind into the bed and i shudder once, twice, ten times as my body erupts from toes to nose in quivering release and my straining muscles lock and unclench along with my erupting nervous system.

i wouldn’t be surprised if every sphincter in my body released, in fact i’m surprised that some of them don’t i’m coming so hard.

at last my fingers stop driving me and i collapse, pulsing, to my bed before going back out to the festival; face flushed and relaxed as my fluids continue to drip down my legs.