My first attempt at a story, hope you enjoy.
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As I walked through the forest, the sweet scents of the wild flowers filled the air; Hyacinth, Bluebells and Lily of the Valley. The relaxing aromas, the warm sun on my skin and gentle singing of the birds echoed and put me at ease as I attempted to clear my head. I have been feeling frustrated recently. Working, eating, sleeping. Feeling like a robot. I decided to try and channel my frustrations into something positive and distract my mind. The early morning walks, though don't seem distracting enough, are beautiful and pleasant nonetheless and make me feel a little more human.
The start of another week. Another Monday. How am I going to get through this one? I thought to myself. I've been single for the past few years with little contact with any men and I'm now finding the days difficult to deal with as my sexual frustration is at an all-time high. The lack of touch and heat from a man has engendered the pure desperation to feel a kiss and hands on my body, to hear a sweet, hot whisper in my ear and the moaning, groaning pleasures of a man's voice. These thoughts capture my mind and my body, it feels so animalistic and uncontrollable. The need is biological and psychological. I've only just realised the terrible side effects of sexual frustration.
I sat in my car before work, parked outside in the staff spaces. I was wearing a high waisted tanned coloured skirt that came just above my knee, it was split up my right leg by several inches and an off white, tight strappy vest top. My long, dark blonde hair was wavy and came down to my hips and I had pinned a little lily of the valley flower in my hair above my left ear, so I could enjoy its sweet scent all day. I've just started my first graduate job in local government and at 26 I'm still very young an inexperienced compared to the rest of my colleagues. Before I went into work, I lost my mind to sexual thought as I did often, imagining the touch of a hand holding my right thigh, stroking it softly. I let out a moan, my head rolled back and my eyes closed while I breathed heavily. I quickly pulled myself together after a moment and went into work.
The day past slowly. I sat at my desk trying to concentrate with wet lacey panties. There were a few men here that excited me, I thought about them coming onto me frequently but it never happened. I doubted myself sometimes, is there something wrong with me? I took a quick bathroom break and checked myself out in the mirror. I was short, 5'1, with a curvy size 12 figure, I had a flat stomach, round ass and large breasts. I fixed my hair and put on some lip gloss, though I never wear make-up, just something to moisten my lips, as I have sensitive, light skin with some freckles. I went back to my desk and tried to get through the rest of my day. My mind was slipping in and out of sexual thoughts. I was thinking about a man kneeling over me as I lay on my back, he was holding my thighs and pushing them open while he watched me touch myself. I stared into his eyes as he told me to lick my fingers and taste my pussy. I licked and sucked my own pussy juices off my fingers and begged him for his cock.
"Please baby, I want your cock inside me so badly". He refused me.
"Oh, baby please..." I moaned.
Suddenly I was interrupted by a colleague asking me for a favour. I was a little embarrassed, I think I looked a little out of it with goose bumps on my skin and flushed red cheeks. I suppose this little sexual day dream I just had was a reflection of how I feel in reality. Deprived.
Finally, the long day was over. I needed to get back out into the forest before the sunset, for some more distraction. Masturbating and touching myself sometimes only increased my frustration and feelings of loneliness. I've not lived in the area very long, I moved here for my job and its beautiful setting, leaving my friends and family miles and miles away. So being sociable at the moment was rare for me too!
I'd been exploring the forest behind my new house for about a week now, going further and further every time, finding gorgeous new places. I came across a little stream that evening and I sat on the ground taking in the sounds of the water. Breathing the sweet air in slowly. It was so tranquil and peaceful. However, my peace was broken quickly by a barking brown Labrador that ran up to me as I was on the floor.
"Sorry!" A voice shouted from behind me.
"Hey, no problem, it's fine. I love dogs. He's beautiful, what's his name?" I said.
As the figure walked closer to me, I saw that he was a handsome man, tall, dark shoulder length hair and a beard covering his face. He was wearing a red and black tartan, flannel shirt and some blue jeans and heavy black boots.
"This is Jack, he wouldn't harm a fly!" He smiled sweetly at me. He had such a lovely voice too, deep and husky.
"What are you up to out here, if you don't mind me asking?" He enquired. I felt a little shy and silly.
"I'm just relaxing, you know, taking a walk and passing the time." I said, trying to hide my attraction.
