it was only a week into the summer holidays and i was already bored stiff.

i’d spent a couple of nights camping on a beach with my mates but i felt it was all over to soon as i returned to the Care Home i’d spent my life in.

when i returned Julie (the equivalent of a head carer) gave me a card. the envelope was very fancy and inside was an invite to one of my very distantly related cousins wedding.

i couldn’t exactly refuse so julie took me into town when i told her about the letter and i got myself some basic smart clothes.

on the day of the wedding the home payed for a train ticket to take me up to the lake district and julie gave me some extra money for while i was there.

the train ride went by pretty quickly although (due to my predictibly unpredictable hormones) i did have to discreetly make my way to a toilet where i jacked myself with the whit silk panties holly had given me.

feeling the soft pants rub against my dick caused to me to groan in pleasure and i qiuckly grabbed the second pair of panties i had been given and deeply inhaled in time with my pumping.

when i came the thick stream of cum spat across the cramped cubicle and splattered against the opposite wall. luckily i shot my wad in one go and none of it hit the floor. i left the cubicle with the wet panties stuffed in my back pocket, and the stream of cum still dripping down the wall. i’d decided to give the next occupant something to occupy them as they relieved themselves. (although in which manner i remained undecided on)

the overhead speaker buzzed and i stood with my bag hung across my shoulder as i made my way to the exit.

only being a small village, i was the only one on the platform as the train departed. i looked out across the valley the train station was in and saw a small village nestled up against a lake and a tall five-storey building, the hotel the wedding was at, seperated by a long stretch of grass and a snaking tarmack drive.

not wanting to waste my money i decided to walk and followed the winding country road down into the village.

about half way down i stopped to have a break and pulled a coke out of my bag, sitting down on an old log and watched an old farm and the cows wandering about in the field across from me. i saw a girl, about fifteen-sixteen, using on old a small spade to dig up some vegetables growing in a patch in at the back of the farm.

facing away from me she bent over to examine a cabbage patch, my heart beat jumped up because as she did so her short, above-knee skirt rode up her legs and i got a clear view of her lace black panties. reaching a hand behind her she scratched her crotch and slowly peeld the panties out of the way as she delicately plopped a finger in her twat.

i watched for about a minute, slowly rubbing my erect dick through my pants as she fingered herself, then she stood, and her skirt fell back down her legs.