She sits behind her monitor at the desk in her office and stares at a blank screen. Her mind has wandered again to the outer edges of her subconscious. That faint, barely visible line between conscious thought and fantasy.
She's standing on a cliff looking down, leans just a bit further to get a good view and the edge crumbles under her feet. She sails into her dreamland; her fantasies come to life in her mind. So lost in thought it seems real. She forgets about the blank monitor in front of her, the keyboard inches away from her tapping fingers. She can smell the flowers. She's lying in a field blanketed with wild flowers. Little violet ones, deep red ones, dusty pink ones, even some yellow and orange ones on the distant hills. They reach towards the bright sunshine, as if they're climbing the hill stretching to get closer. She closes her eyes and soaks in the sunlight. The way it warms her as the gentle breeze caresses her skin.
She curls her bare toes in the grass, giggling at the slight tickle she gets. Jill lies down on the pillow soft bed of grass amongst the flowers. She shifts her body to place her arm under her head and a tingle begins between her thighs. Odd, she thinks as she shifts her weight just a bit more, rolling even more toward her right. There it is again, that tingle. She squeezes her buttocks together, thinking maybe she's laying on something. The tingle has grown now. Her heart starts beating faster. The tingling sensation keeps growing. She can feel it rising towards her stomach. It's changed. It's not gentle anymore. She shifts again; again the tingle rises in intensity, warming her, making her heart race as it curls its way up her body. Her curiosity is growing, there's no alarm, just curiosity. She starts to sit up; the movement makes her pussy muscles clench. Now she can feel them. The marble sized balls tucked deep within her wet pussy, her Ben Wah balls. The tingling makes sense now. A smile creeps over her face as she survey's her surroundings. She's completely alone. It's just her and the flowers.
Jill leans backwards to rest propped up on her elbows. She clenches her pussy again. This time rolling the muscles as they clench, working the Ben Wah balls back and forth against the walls of her increasingly sensitive, wet pussy. Her nipples harden as her heart begins to race. One more squeeze of her tight muscles and she can feel her orgasm begin to build ever so slightly in her. Her body cries for more, aches to feel the wonderful erotic sensation of the Ben Wah balls as they push into and against the walls of her pussy. Flexing and waving, clench and release. The beautiful pattern that brings her closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy. She lies down on the grass and unbuttons her shirt, exposing her large firm breasts and hard rosy nipples.
As her hands cup and being to massage her nipples she bends one leg at the knee, driving her heel into the crotch of her shorts. Her heel rubs her wonderfully rough shorts against the outside of her pussy lips as she pinches her nipples and ripples her pussy muscles around the Ben Wah balls. Her mind is spinning, lost in the growing ecstasy inside her. Harder she pushes her heel into her pussy, harder still she pinches her bright red nipples. They're so sensitive now. She can feel the breeze caressing them as she pinches, sending shivers down her spine and covering her in goose bumps of pleasure. She can feel her heat and moisture on her heel. So close. She's almost there. Her pussy muscles clenching and releasing faster and faster driving her entire body, her mind to the brink.
