Me and the Gardener

There is a small public garden round the corner from my flat and I often go there for a read and some sun. It was my day off and the sun was beating down, so I decided to go round there. Before putting on my skimpy black bikini, I stood before the full-length mirror, carefully applying plenty of sunscreen oil all over my naked body. The heat of the summer always makes me become aroused very easily, and as I smoothed the oil into my breasts, the nipples rose hard and proud. I chuckled as I realised that I had lingered over them a bit longer than necessary. When my hands had finished doing my long legs, and reached my groin, I wasn’t surprised to feel my clit harden, as I rather unnecessarily stroked oil onto it – prolonging the pleasure. “That part won’t be seeing the sun,” I scolded myself. Mind you, the way I was feeling - who knows? Basking in the warm sun streaming through the window, I suddenly felt wicked. On the spur of the moment, I reached into the bedside drawer, and took out the sensation enhancing cream, I sometimes used on my “erotic bits” when fucking or having a play. The effect always lasted for a good while, and I decided that I might as well enjoy myself at the park, as the book I was reading was very sexy, and I knew it would turn me on.
As I smoothed it onto my nipples and clit, I giggled. “I am going to feel really horny this afternoon” I thought “what a pity I don’t have a date tonight.”

With an effort, I stopped playing with myself and pulled on the bikini. The black silky material felt great against my tingling nipples. When I fastened the clip, they looked as if they were going to burst through the thin material. The skimpy bottom slid up into my crack over my oiled bum, and nestled nicely against my clit. I slipped a short, light dress over it, brushed back strands of my shoulder length hair, which had stuck to the oil, and headed off, with my book and a flask of chilled gin and tonic in my bag.

At the park I found a quiet spot, in the far corner beside some sheltering shrubs. On my way, I passed a couple of young gardeners, stripped to the waist, working on a flower- bed. I glanced back, and saw that they were looking at me, no doubt admiring my legs in the short dress. I gave my bum a little extra waggle for their entertainment. As the sun beat down, I slipped off my dress and stretched out on my rug, settling down for a read. After about an hour, and having emptied my flask, I was lying on my tummy, feeling relaxed and very horny. I had reached a sexy part of my book, and was tempted to play with myself a little. My clit was tingling nicely from the cream I had applied. Glancing over my shoulder to see if there was anyone near, I found to my surprise, that the young gardeners I had passed earlier, were now behind me.

They had obviously spotted me and had worked their way quietly to about 20 metres behind me. They were lying facing me. I have always been a bit of an exhibitionist, and having an audience started to excite me even more. The sensation of the sun on my ass and pussy was very erotic, and I thought - what the hell, let them have a look. I had only glimpsed them over my shoulder and I was pretty sure that they didn’t realise I had spotted them. I forgot about them for a minute or two. My book was about the old American Deep South. I had reached a part where the wife of a plantation owner is being fucked by two black slaves. The slaves had rebelled and were running riot. The sun was beating down on my almost naked body, I was feeling horny, and I had an audience. I suppose the generous amount of gin I had drunk, added to my euphoria. Everything was right for a spot of flashing.

Firstly, I took my make up mirror out of my bag and positioned it so that I could see the young guys behind me. Then still pretending to be reading, I wriggled my bum every now and then with legs spread wide. Sure enough, like moths to a flame, and still lying on their stomachs, they edged closer – clearly enjoying the view. My bikini bottom is fairly skimpy anyway, but in my tipsy, aroused state, I decided to increase their pleasure - and mine. I put my hand down as if to scratch my ass and "accidentally" moved the crotch to the side of my already wet pussy lips.

The sun on my shaved lips felt delightful, and so sensual, and my heart was pounding with excitement. Their expressions in my mirror were priceless. I occasionally moved my hips suggestively, as if affected by the story I was reading. Then feeling totally reckless, I spread my legs even wider - as if for comfort. I was glorying in the sun on my pussy. I often go without my thong in hot weather, but this was much better. The exposure to the warmth and air felt wonderful, and when the soft breeze touched my damp lips, a sharp spasm of pleasure ran through my stomach, and I shivered. I could see them nudging each other and whispering. I was feeling such a slut and so excited. The only thing I regretted was not being in a position to stroke my firm clit, which was screaming to be touched.

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