Turning the corner at the end of one dead-end path I found a small plot of lawn that is enhanced by the lovely dark haired beauty sitting there. Lisa is meteorologist at my CBS tv station, she is 32 never married, new to Dallas.
Lisa had no way of knowing, but her skirt had ridden up a little farther than she had intended, and her long bare legs are on full display, from her slip-on shoes right up to her pink panties. I stood for a moment, admiring the view, and then decided that there is no reason I shouldn’t get closer. I considered the situation, as she looked around to see if anyone was near. No one around, so she pulled her dress up a bit and reached into feel a large wet spot on her panties, she found herself exhaling with a sigh. She then slides a finger in under the elastic of her panties to feel her wetness. Mmmmmmm! She gasped moving her fingers circling her clit, it feels so good… She had to rub harder. That’s it! She had to relieve herself and couldn’t wait! Her bunched up skirt around her waist, she looked down to see her titties were feverishly poking through her blouse, she reached down inside her blouse and began pinching and rolling her nipples. Ooooooh, it felt so good, it is sending shivers down to her pussy, which she is still petting. She is lightly is touching her outer lips, teasing herself with a touch as soft as a feather. She is feeling a throbbing-like burning begin between her legs.

SNAP! What was that?! She sit up and looked around but everything is just as it was when she arrived at the secluded spot. As she lies back down and resumes squeezing her breasts and caressing the apex between her thighs, she is fully aroused now because in her mind she is imagining that a man is watching her from some hidden spot nearby. Just the thought of that makes her wet and she begins to softly touch her clitoris. She dips her finger into her wet opening for lubrication. Then I move my wet finger up to my clit, brushing by it ever so slightly and I shiver. Then I begin to circle her clit with her fingers again, alternatively rubbing and circling it. From time to time she dips her finger inside to get more wetness. She is breathing hard now and remembers that someone may be watching her.