A perfect day

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.
Published by Lulu_2000
1 year ago
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DrWhoWhatandWhere
you write so vividly Lucy, in colors, I can visualize you in the grass in my minds eye. So beautiful I have put this in my favorites
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Female_body
Female_body 1 year ago
I can almost imagine you doing this. Lovely words. X
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RoosterC74
RoosterC74 1 year ago
to Lulu_2000 : One of finer things in life, free bliss. 😎🤗
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Lulu_2000
Lulu_2000 Publisher 1 year ago
to brumont : Thx very much 
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Lulu_2000
Lulu_2000 Publisher 1 year ago
to RoosterC74 : Yes bliss. And its free
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brumont
brumont 1 year ago
Very well written, and so erotic.
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RoosterC74
RoosterC74 1 year ago
to Lulu_2000 : Great word in summary of it= Bliss. 🤗😊
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grantc
grantc 1 year ago
a perfect read as i read the words I stroked my cock reaching my own intence orgasm as you did wonderfully 
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Lulu_2000
Lulu_2000 Publisher 1 year ago
to Floortje96 : Yes indeed.....bliss
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Floortje96
Floortje96 1 year ago
A moment in heaven 🌸
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sweetii
sweetii 1 year ago
Very nice! A perfect day, a perfect dream. Thank you for the post :smile:
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mannyfr
mannyfr 1 year ago
Just magnifique !!
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DrWhoWhatandWhere
Lulu your words make visualizing your day in the grass so pronounced. A perfect day indeed. I love going to nude beaches and resorts...the sound of waves crashing...the aroma of the beach...and the sights..all shapes and sizes enjoying the freedom sans clothes...a perfect day
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Nickyhere
Nickyhere 1 year ago
to Lulu_2000 : Better still.
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SeaStories1983
SeaStories1983 1 year ago
I hesitate to enter this realm as a hairy old man, so please forgive me. . . but this was lovely to read. Thank you. 
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Lulu_2000
Lulu_2000 Publisher 1 year ago
to Nickyhere : For two.....maybe?
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Nickyhere
Nickyhere 1 year ago
What a lovely experience. Reminds me of a dream/plan I have, of disappearing into the Dales in summer, and finding a quiet spot somewhere…
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