Laura Is Different Ch 01 Neighbour

IIt was a warm summers night and her best friends 25th birthday party. Laura was on her second glass of wine and had found the perfect buzz to feel comfortable on social occasions, especially when attending alone. She'd been single for what felt like forever, but was actually only a few months - or was it six now? Not that she was unattractive, but somehow she hadn't found the right guy for something more than a few dates or even just for some great sex. Mostly the guys she met had seemed a little immature or a little vanilla - some, she thought, had probably regarded her as a bit of a nerd. So largely she'd buried herself in her IT career - it was something she enjoyed, paid well, and her team seemed to respect her as the lead.

As the evening progressed she found herself needing the bathroom, but there was quite a queue forming outside and inside she could see someone trying to get the toilet working. To take her mind off her growing distress, she walked out to the garden for some fresh air. There were a few people talking by the door but it was largely dark and quiet and the warm night air felt lovely on her skin. There were some bushes that might just be large enough if she was quick and discreet, though at the point almost any option was a good one. Checking no one was watching she approached and found they weren't quite large enough, though behind them was a low fence to the neighbour's yard which appeared dark and empty. Hoisting her skirt to her waist and stepping over she quickly dropped her panties, grasped the fence to squat, and let out a low groan of relief as the pressure in hear bladder eased. She was almost done when she heard a male voice from the dark, "I guess you really needed that... though I do have a bathroom you could have used". It was said kindly and with some humour, but regardless, embarrassment overwhelmed her and her face reddened. She hurriedly pulled up her panties flattened her skirt and mumbled a barely audible "Sorry!", and stepped back over the fence towards the safety of the bushes - her heart pounding in her chest. She'd had to lift her skirt again to get back over the fence which exposed her panties adding further to her embarrassment. "No need at all to apologise -- really", the kind voice called after her.

She spent a few minutes waiting for the redness in her face to subside and to compose herself before re-joining the party. At least he hadn't seen her face, she thought, though he'd seen pretty much everything else, her mind involuntarily added. The 'incident', as she started to call it, weighed on her mind so shortly after she made her excuses and left for home.

Laura often felt a little different from her friends, especially regarding sexual matters. As far back as she could remember she'd had an extraordinarily high sex drive. When her friends talked about sex with their boyfriends, Laura found it difficult to participate since, "OMG, I had the most amazing orgasm last night!" had a whole different acceptability when it was clear that it was facilitated by your partner rather than by your own fingers. Sometimes her friends talked about difficulties in reaching orgasm during sex, but Laura remained silent here too, perhaps implying to her friends that she had little interest in sex. The truth was that Laura had never had a problem reaching orgasm - in fact just the opposite - she had timed herself once and her record was the first orgasm in under 20 secs, then another, and another, all in just over a minute, almost like one begat the next. She could have easily kept going but they would start to get uncomfortable, like overworking muscles at the gym. Her sex drive was a blessing and a curse - so much intense pleasure so readily available. But it was an itch that just had to be scratched, but which intensified the more she scratched it. Laura spent a great deal of time thinking about sex - most mornings she would treat herself to an orgasm before getting out of bed, most evenings the same before sleep, and sometimes even at work she'd head off to the Ladies room for a quick release in order to re-focus on her work.

She returned home from the party and went straight to bed and slipped her hand into her panties for the usual evening release. Her mind returned to the incident with the neighbour in the dark. She imagined him watching her - her pussy, ass and even her pee unknowingly exposed to a total stranger - her face reddened again at the memory as the embarrassment flooded back. At this thought she came intensely and without warning - she pressed her hand hard between her legs and gushed heavily into her hand. She often squirted during orgasm, but tonight it was a firehose. After the waves had settled she lay there dazed and exhausted, panties and sheets soaked, and wondered how this incident could have excited her so.

Sleep soon overwhelmed her and she woke up in the morning lying in a wet spot with still soaked panties as a clear reminder of the evening before. Since it was Sunday morning she indulged in a long shower and re-examined the events of the previous night. She saw herself again, panties down, warm air caressing her butt and pussy, and the intense feeling of relief as the hot stream surged from her body. Then the voice from the neighbour in the dark. She'd tried to halt her flow but couldn't, so she was forced to finish while he watched. The familiar pent feeling between her legs grew again, and her hand slipped down to provide the release she needed. Pressing her face against the shower wall as the water washed over her body, her hand expertly worked her clit and cunt, slowly at first, then gradually more rapidly until she came with a gasp and slumped to the floor. She sat there for some time under the shower stream, pondering again why the incident affected her so, and thinking of the neighbour. What was he like? What did he think about the peeing girl in his garden? Was it funny, a bit sexy perhaps? Both?