Me Time

I lay languid
on the cool, verdant grass
listening to the melody
of the river flowing below.
The sun dappled on my skin,
and the breeze kept me cool.
I felt at peace.
Aroused.

I touched myself and quickly became naked.

Casting my clothing carelessly aside
I reached down between my legs
and began tapping my clit gently with my right hand
thumbing my nips with the left.
I lay like this,
seemingly for hours
tapping,
rubbing,
exploring my sex;
bringing myself to the edge then - backing off.
My clitoris and my mound were
swollen as blood rushed to my genitals
and moisture oozed from my slit.

I removed my left hand from my breasts,
inserted the middle finger into the warm enclave that I offered.
I pushed it in deep,
got it well wetted,
slick.
A tear slid down my cheek,
my finger slid neatly into my ass.
It was good.

It was soooo good.

My hips rose,
my eyes squeezed tight shut,
two fingers of my right hand
furiously spun around my clit,
and the middle finger of my left hand
toyed,
fingering, deep in my ass.

A rainbow of colours swirled behind my eyelids
I gasped,
sucking a deep breath;
holding it.
Involuntarily, my knees squeezed together
I rolled back and forth on the grass,
struggling to breathe in the smell of the warm juices
that flowed freely from my sex.
Intensity grew until
I was taut
and all motion ceased
with the exception of rapid shaking from head to toe,
vibrations.
Like a tuning fork I could hear my orgasm,
highly pitched,
longing yet sated.

All of my senses were involved
I wished for at least a hundred,
or maybe a thousand more.
An eternity passed
before I began to slide down the backside of this
petite mort.
I became aware of the grass beneath my buttocks,
the breeze on my bare skin.
I reluctantly removed my finger from my anus
and released the grasp of my vagina.
I licked my hands,
savored my own flavors.

I slept then.
I slept naked in the grass until dusk.
When I woke I could smell the flowers.
I could smell the river.
I raised my finger to my nose
and smelt my pussy.

A perfect day.