Rebbeca Part 01

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The coast was clear at last so I made my way into the bushes & squatted down out of sight. Hitching up my skirt & slipping my pants down to the tops of my thighs, I only just got started when I heard a noise. A quick glance and I could just make out the shape of someone watching me.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

There was a slight hesitation then a male voice replied.

“Just seeing if you are okay.”

“Yes thank you I am fine, you can leave me alone now.”

I kept watching. He didn’t move.

“Did you hear, I would like some privacy please.”

He still didn’t move. There wasn’t much I could do, if I tried to stop I would risk peeing on myself & I still had to go back to work! The best thing, I decided, was to get it over and done with as soon as possible and get out of there.

 

 

It seemed to go on forever as I kept an eye on him through the bushes & thankfully he didn’t move! I pushed as hard as I could but my bladder was a lot fuller than I had realised. At last my stream started to subside. Quickly pushing out the last few spurts, a couple of hurried wiggles to dislodge any drips, I raised myself just enough to slip my pants back up over my bottom. A pat or two to sponge off anything remaining. Oh yuk! One final dribble had trickled into the gusset soaking it and my fingers! Normally I would have dried my labia with one of the tissues I keeps in my bag, but! ‘Teach me to rush’ I thought. No time to worry about that. I half stood, dropping my skirt ready to leave. When I looked through the bushes he had gone. ‘Thank heavens for that!’.

 

 

He had given me quite a fright, but most of all I was angry! How dare he spoil that one simple homage I enjoy paying to my country roots! I had been peeing outside for years without any bother! It was nice, reminded me of the carefree days on the farm, being able to go where I liked, when I liked. Peeing on the Toilet had been a bit of a rarity in those days. Where the hell had he come from anyway, I had checked so carefully as I always do before going in & there hadn’t been a soul in sight! Damn him! I started to make my way through the bushes. As I got to the top of the garden wall a man was standing there. I quickly glance around & there was no one else close enough so it must be him. He reached his hand out to help me down and instinctively I took it. It was my wet hand! ‘Serve him right‘ I thought but with that he raised it to his nose and smelled my scent. I felt a strong surge in the bottom of my tummy and the muscles of my vagina began to twitch! He smiled at me, obviously realising what it was! I could feel my heart pounding & started to become aware of my wet pants clinging between my legs!

 

 

“Are you alright?”

He enquired.

“No I am not! How …….. how ……… how dare you spy on me like that. You are just a ………… dirty old pervert!”

“No ………… it’s not like that ……… I was just passing” 

“Yeah! A likely story! I bet you walk around all day looking for poor, innocent, unsuspecting girls like me to perve on. Do you have any idea how much you scared me sneaking up on me like that. How was I to know what you were going to do?“

“No ……. but ………. I didn’t mean you any harm …… I would never have hurt you ….…..  I was just worried about you, …… that’s all.“

I continued my tirade without taking any notice of what he said.

“Creeps like you make me sick! I bet you’ll go down to the Pub with your mates and compare notes ‘Caught this Slut in the park with her pants down, got a really good look at her……her….her.. twot!”

He looked quite stunned obviously not expecting my out burst but as far as I was concerned I’d had the last word turned on my heels and stormed off down the path!

 

 

As I got close to the park gates, I realised that he was following me.

“Look, you have got it all wrong! I’m not like that ……… I am married with kids … ……… I don’t go down to the Pub with any mates …… …… I am really sorry ……… I didn’t mean to scare you ……… honest ……..  was just passing and I wondered what you were doing that’s all ……… you could have been in trouble for all I knew.“

I ignored him & carried on out of gate.

“Anyway why were you going in there when there‘s a Ladies is just here?”

I couldn’t stop myself from taking a quick glance. He was right. I hadn’t even bothered to look as I had no intention of using it anyway. He seem to realise that he had pulled off a bit of a coup and smiled at me. I could feel myself becoming flustered! Trust him to point that out. For some strange reason I felt compelled to justify myself. I turned and lashed out.

“How dare you! ……… It’s …. it’s none of your business … okay …….  … you wouldn’t understand …….. okay! …… …  just mind your own business! ………… look, I don’t want to talk about it …… okay!”

 

I felt really guilty as if I had been caught being a naughty girl, turned and continued my retreat making it to the traffic light at the corner and pushed the button. He arrived behind me.

“Look, I am really sorry I frightened you. I didn’t mean to, truly. I promise I will never mention this to anyone, honest. Is there anything I can do to make it up to you?”

At that the crossing light turn green and I set off again & he followed in pursuit.

“Please let me do something to show you I’m sorry. Will you let me buy you a cup of coffee, look there is a Café just there, …. …. please? … please? … pretty please?”

I reached the other side. I had to  smile to myself. He seemed really nice, certainly not the sort I would have expected to be a pervert, no long raincoat, scruffy beard & hat pull down! I hesitated. He smiled at me. He was really quite good looking and well? A quick glance at my watch. I had a few minutes spare.

“I don’t drink coffee, I drink tea.”

 

 

“Is that the time?”

“Twenty past, why?”

“I’ve got to go! I should have been back half an hour ago!”

“Right …. well, … um … can I see you again?”

“Thanks, but no thanks, I don’t go with married men.”

“No, I didn’t mean that! Just a drink after work sometimes, that’s all.”

“Why?”

“Well I thought maybe we could be friends, now I am forgiven?”

I had certainly had enjoyed his company. He was interesting to talk and listen to, but most of all he made me laugh. The time had just flown by and after all he had been completely open about being married, what he did, where he lived. I felt as though I could trust him. Probably wouldn’t do any harm to have a drink once in a while, I thought, having never got involved with the drinking Schools at work, always far too busy. I though for a while & gave him my home number rather than my mobile, that way he wouldn’t have 24 hour access to me.

“Now I really must go.”

I gathered up my briefcase and headed for the door.

“I am sorry, really!”

 I called over my shoulder.

“Yeah, well don’t do it again!”

 

 

“Here you are. Have they been in yet?”

“No, not yet.”

Cherry the Receptionist replied.

“Right.”

I started to walk towards my office.

“They were supposed to be here by 10 o’clock!”

It was Trish at her officious best.

“Yes I know, but they weren’t quite ready.”

“But Anne told me that they were, sitting on the counter.”

They had been but I had no intention of explaining where I had been & blushed a little.

“Well she must have been mistaken. Still they here now so no harm has been done.”

“I’ve got a good mind to ring her up! She said they were ready and just sitting there.”

“She might have thought they were something else. Look, the client hasn’t come in yet so can we just leave it please!”

“But she said they were ready. What if the Smiths had have come in? I was the one who told them they would be here. How would it made me look?”

“The matter is closed now, so can we get on with what we were doing?”

 

“I’m going to give her a piece of my mind!”

With that Trish picked up the phone.

“I said leave it Trish!”

“But …………”

“Trish! ……. Leave it! Okay?”

I found myself becoming quite annoyed. I knew it was guilt from lying and that only made me feel worse.

“But …”

“Trish! What part of leave it do you not understand!”

“Yes Miss Wallace.”

“Thank you. Now I don’t want to hear  it mentioned again! ……. Is that quite clear!”

“Yes Miss Wallace.”

“Now if you will kindly get back to work!”

“Yes Miss Wallace.”

 

 

I felt riddled with guilt as I hurried off towards my office. I knew I shouldn’t have reacted like that and it didn’t sit easy with me. Reaching my office door Carol spoke.

“What was that all about?”

“Oh just those documents I picked up after the meeting, I didn’t get them here by 10 and Trish is acting up. The client hasn’t been in so I can’t see what the problem is, no harm done, but you know Trish wouldn’t leave it alone.”

“I do and so do you.”

I had heard that tone in Carol’s voice before.

“What are you saying?”

“Don’t you think you came down a bit hard on her after all she does a very good job, even if she takes it a bit too seriously sometimes. Perhaps an apology is in order?”

I trusted Carol’s judgement implicitly. Carol for her part had the utmost respect for my skills and ability. Together we had become a formidable team within the company. I didn’t hesitate, turned & walked back down the office, in behind the counter, stopped in front of Trish’s desk. The indignant hubbub stopped instantly. The others immediately became very busy.

 

 

Trish looked up anxiously.

“Trish, I am very sorry for the way I just spoke to you, I had no right to address you in that manner. You are a very good worker and do an outstanding job for me and the rest of us. I am very sorry. Please accept my apology.”

Her mouth dropped wide open!

“Thank you Miss Wallace.”

“Will you forgive me?”

She beamed out from behind her horn rimmed glasses.

“Yes Miss Wallace.”

“Thank you. I really am sorry, I don’t know what came over me. I promise I will not speak to you like that again.”

I reached down, placing her hand over hers and squeezed it gently.  The two of us smiled at each other for a moment or two before I turned and walked back to my office, leaving behind a now excited hubbub. It was another dimension to the great aura I had unintentionally built around myself. With the exception of Carol all of the other women in the company were in absolute awe of me. As I passed Carol we exchange smiles.

“Perfect!”

“Thank you.”

I walked in to my office and closed the door.

 

 

I sat at my desk for a few minutes reflecting. It had been a dramatic morning, quite out of character with the rest of my life. I was feeling very sensitive somehow, as if the fright had heightened my awareness. I could feel my nipples pressing against the inside of my bra & was also very aware of my pants pressing against me too. Each time I moved I was conscious of my clitoris & it felt very pleasant indeed. I dreaded to think what my pants must be like & even though they had long since dried, I knew they must still be in a mess. I smiled to myself, the illicit cup of tea was making it’s presence felt already! I had a clean pair in my bag from my last Period, luckily. The next client wasn’t due until after lunch but I decided to get freshened up straight away. I would have be mortified if I thought that anyone might be able to smell me. From out of nowhere the memory of him smelling his fingers came into my mind making my vagina twitch again.

 

 

Fortunately, the cubicles in the ‘Ladies’ are separate rooms and not just partitions. My pants were very messy and still quite sticky! I took them right off, sat there, relaxed, closing my eyes & again, saw him watching me through the bushes & felt my vagina twitching. It took quite a while to relax enough for my trickle to start. I wasn’t in any hurry and just let it take its time. It felt really very pleasant. I realised that I had always enjoyed peeing, mainly for the relief I suppose, but this time I hadn’t been really busting, yet it still felt nice! As I went to dry myself, I realised just how sensitive my clitoris still was and how aroused I was! It gave me quite a surprise. Gently wiping in between my labia I knew that it wouldn’t take much! As much as I would have loved to, it would just have to wait until tonight! Slipping on my clean pants, I felt much better, fresher but could still feel the gusset pressing against my clitoris!

 

 

Back at my desk, I got out a pile of files and began pouring over them but couldn’t concentrate! My mind kept wandering. I kept seeing his outline in the bushes watching me & him smelling my pee. My clitoris had become quite annoying. Every time I moved it sent tingles into the tops of my legs and my vagina began twitching. I called Carol and asked not to be disturbed until lunchtime knowing I could trust her to make sure I wasn’t. There were security cameras throughout the offices and I’m not quite sure where the one in mine is. Glancing round I saw it directly behind me pointing over my shoulder towards the door. My clitoris was getting annoying, passed being pleasant & was almost starting to hurt! Rolling the chair as close under the desk as it would go, slipped my hand down onto my lap and began pressing hard, hoping  to make it behave itself! I was worried that my pants, although clean on, might start becoming sticky as well, so very carefully walked my skirt up my legs with my fingers until I touched the skin at the top of my thighs. Luckily I did because they had become quite wet in that short time. Very carefully, I opened as wide as my desk would allow. Right! If I can just press really hard on my clitoris  it might make it go away until I’m ready to deal with it properly.

 

 

As soon as I slid my hand down inside my pants and squeezed that was it, I reached the point of no return! Just like that! There could be no stopping it now! I lost all will power and continued squeezing as hard as I could! My pants were getting wetter by the second! The urge to push them down and masturbate properly was enormous! ‘Damn the camera’ I thought. I was about to come. Deciding to make the best I could of it, I began rubbing very slowly and carefully so as not to create any suspicious looking movement. As my orgasm approached, I felt myself drifting into a semi consciousness. I was only rubbing very slowly, but was pressing as hard as I could. The sensation of it popping back up after each pass of my fingers was one of the most exquisite I had ever given myself. I wanted it to last forever! My orgasm was just there, a little quicker with my finger and it would start but I was in no hurry. Clenching my muscles as tight as I could, desperately trying to prolong it, the inevitable build up until no amount of effort to stop it would work & it over came me!

 

 

Still resisting the temptation to rub myself properly, my orgasm grew in intensity slowly, eventually controlling the whole of my body! My clitoris twitched, and vagina and anus too, my nipples, knees, top lip, nostrils, ears, even my eyelids were twitching, my hair felt as though it was standing on end, toes curled so my shoes dropped off. There was no part of me that was not pulsing in some way. It seemed to come in waves, more intense at each contraction, before reaching a pinnacle of perfect bliss, then gradually ebbing as my consciousness slowly returned. Still pressing hard and rubbing slowly I finally began to emerge from the euphoria. It had easily been one of the greatest orgasms of my life! Minutes after I was still having occasional involuntary twitches of pleasure & it was at least ten minutes before I felt that I had finally come back down again! I stopped rubbing and very carefully withdrew my hand out of my pants casually raising it above the desk and folding it with the other under my chin again, my head was filled with the aroma of my illicit pleasure reminding me of him sniffing his fingers over again. ‘OH MY GOD!’ I thought to myself!

 

 

The front of my pants were soggy, the price you pay for pleasure, I thought! So much for putting on clean ones, I smiled to myself! They had become nearly as messy as the ones I had taken off! I very carefully let my skirt slip back down my legs again. Rummaging through my bag, briefcase and private drawer, there were no more spares to be found! Damn! I usually has them stashed everywhere in case of emergency, not that I had ever imagined this kind of emergency! I decided that it would be wise to pop out at lunch time, buy some and change, just in case. I still couldn’t quite believe what I had just done, masturbated at my desk! But it had been wonderful, a most memorable orgasm! Somehow doing it at my desk had been special & I somehow knew that I would be doing it there again!

 

 

Glancing up at the security camera, I wondered how much it had noticed. I should have done it in the Toilet while I was there. Although I have masturbated in Toilets in emergencies when I was younger I hadn’t wanted to risk it at work & also not give it a kind of ’body function’ connotation which I certainly does not think it deserves. What the hell, I thought, I love to masturbate so why not, after all it is perfectly natural! Next time I felt like it, I wouldn’t hesitate, but would be in the Toilets. I have never suffered from any of the shame or guilt complexes most seem to have about masturbating, despite having been a regular and sometimes very prolific producer of my own pleasure at times. I looked up at the camera again. Surely they would not be able to tell what I had been doing, not from behind, especially as I had not made any movement at all above the desk! Still the thrill of possibly being caught had probably added to the intensity of my pleasure, I smiled to myself. They had promised me that the cameras were only there for my safety and would only  be used for evidence in the case of an incident. I was not sure if I believed them and hoped they were telling the truth now!

 

 

The wonderful thoughts of masturbating came flooding back into my imagination. Thinking back I couldn’t recall starting to masturbate, it had been a part of my life as early as I could remember, sitting cross legged my vulva resting against my feet & rocking. I remember doing it for hours on end giving me a most wonderful feeling. Progressing from that, there were the wild stormy nights & cold frosty mornings when I tucked up in bed on my side or tummy, hand lodged firmly between my legs pressing. There was something safe & secure about that feeling. No matter what the world was doing outside, nothing could penetrate my little world & upset my comfort.

 

 

At my desk I was miles away as memory after memory came flooding back. The first time it had actually given me quite a fright. I had absolutely no idea what to expect, not that the fright had lasted that long! I made myself climax again that night & every night & morning in the following weeks! And that had only been the beginning, I had done it regularly ever since! I remembered going through phases where I would masturbate many times a day for weeks on end.

 

 

My first preference was always in my bed, but there were few places where the mood did not take me. I remember masturbating in Public Toilets when I went to town and in the Toilets of other peoples houses when I was visiting. There was something a bit naughty about that which added to the thrill. Around the house I masturbated in the shower and the bath, watching TV alone, in almost every room of the Homestead at some stage or other, outside behind trees among bushes and rocks, later in the car, sometimes while I was driving. If I felt the mood coming on would immediately start looking around for somewhere to climax! I never needed much stimulation, in just a few moments I could get myself on the way with just my imagination. I’d had some really special orgasms, especially the time at University after a session on pot I had masturbated to nine orgasms in a row without stopping.

 

 

When I marry, I believe I will continue to do it regularly but for all that while at Uni ‘the pill’ had became essential. I didn’t have steady boyfriends rather grabbing sex whenever the chance came my way, which was pretty regular. Some tried to settle me into a relationship & while I really enjoyed the sexual side, sooner or later they would grow tired of trying to compete with my studies and drift away. I much preferred one night stands! No commitment! I usually got off okay with them.

 

 

I have never bothered to keep count of my lovers but there has been many throughout 6 years of study. It was the freedom I enjoyed and got in with a group where everyone avoiding any kind of permanency while they worked towards their goals. That had suited me at the time because I was the same but now, sadly I struggle to remember the last lover I had! Despite having always had a very special place for masturbating, that too had fallen to the wayside since my career had started becoming just a ritual, Sunday and Wednesday nights, more because I thinks I have to! A bit like having a regular shower! I am in a rut & this mornings activities had showed me if nothing else, I still have the ability to truly satisfy myself & I vow not to let it ever drift into the back round again and to once again let it be a proper and important part of my life again, as it deserved to be.

 

 

I knew I should be working but was enjoying reminiscing far to much & after all I was up to date for a change & fully prepared for my next appointment, so ‘what the hell!‘ I’ll just let my mind wander off again. I gave my virginity to Matt when I was 18, a neighbour & had always been my special friend since childhood.

 

 

 Not a word was spoken, just a knowing smile the morning, just weeks after my 18^th Birthday, when Mum discovered Matt’s bed had not been slept in. From then on the spare bed was never made up for him & he stay more & more often, a sign that they had accepted I had entered womanhood. Our relationship had been complete almost right from the start, progressing from our mutual masturbation, he did not have any problems making me climax, my first lovemaking orgasm on just our third time.

 

 

It was lunchtime. First priority was fresh pants & I bought a six pack of cheap cotton ones, not my normal fancy style as they were only for emergencies anyway. I put two pairs in my drawer, two in my bag and a spare for the car. Scrunching the last pair up I headed for the Ladies. No need to hesitate this time! I was still aroused & my pants were still quite sticky. I took them off completely, no constraints and no cameras, I hoped, looking around quickly. I was going to take my time but it wouldn’t let me! While it was not as intense as the one at my desk, I still had a very deep and satisfying orgasm! Quite unexpectedly I found myself becoming emotional. I managed to hold back the tears but it made me realise just how much I enjoyed and just how important masturbating was to me! I love it! This time I cleaned myself up a bit better, wiping and drying thoroughly, fresh pants, lots of powder and perfume!

 

 

By the time I finished I could have done it again, but this time I let it wait until I could relax properly at home. I felt a lot better & had just enough time left to have something to eat. Sitting in the retreat area, Trish walk passed! She smiled! We were ‘friends’ again now. Suddenly the thoughts of what I had done came bouncing back into my mind. It was all I could do to stop herself from laughing, ‘If she only knew that I sat at my desk and masturbated, have just been to the Ladies and finished myself off!’ I thought to myself. I wondered if Trish masturbated? ‘Naughty thoughts’ I smiled. Somehow I knew Carol did. ‘Don’t ask me how?’ I mused. It wasn’t just because she was on her own, there was something else, a kind of sensual air about her. I remember when I first realised, some how it didn’t seem right for a woman in her fifties to masturbate, it was a young woman’s game. Then I thought of Mum again, she wouldn’t have been much younger. There was no doubt in my mind that Mum still masturbates.

 

 

Right through the appointment reality started to set in & it bothered me. What if he had made it all up? As soon as they left I rang. He had said he was out & about all day and at least had told the truth about that. So much for privacy, I thought! Still my story about being from a computer company organising a family promotion must have sounded plausible. Yes their Computer Manager was Peter Parker, (I thought it should have been ’nosey’) he was married to Maria and had two sons. In the end I got everything, address, phone number, even a description which fitted him exactly. Relieved I sat back. Why I had given him my proper home phone number was beyond me, but then I’m not really devious person and he had caught me in a rush, some what off guard. I didn’t really have to, but this time I was doing a survey for the Education Office and Maria confirmed everything for me. At last! I finally settled down and did some productive work for the rest of the day!

 

 

By the time I got home I was in the mood again! After tea I ran a bath and went for a soak, only the second time I had used the bath since moving in. I intended it to just relax me and then have an early night to take care of it, but found my hand making its way to my clitoris! It didn’t take long, not the first anyway! I ended up masturbating to three climaxes before the water started to get too cold and I had to get out. I thought that might have taken the edge off things. Once snuggled up in bed, I started to just play again and the climaxes came regularly. It had been a long time since I had just indulged myself completely & was pleased that I had not lost my ‘touch’ so to speak. I didn’t stop so much as just drifted off to sleep. I became aware somewhere in the small hours in a dream like state & could see the outline of him watching me through the bushes. My hand was still resting between my legs. Without having to move it far & it only took a few moments before  I had revived and as I lay there lost in my images of yesterday morning, I gradually edged my way to a very long, gentle and deeply satisfying orgasm.

 

 

I woke at my usual time & have always liked my morning orgasms, probably because I am fresh and relaxed. The pressure in my bladder also seemed to make me more sensitive. One orgasm, then another followed soon after. This is better, more like old times. I was up, dressed and ready for work. After my tea and toast I headed back to the ensuite for a quick wash. Much to my surprise it was begging again. Not wanting to leave anything to chance, I slipped off my pants, put one foot up on the Toilet seat and watched myself coming to another climax. It was unexpectedly big causing my whole body to quiver & shake as it took hold of me completely. I rubbed as hard as I could. It took a long time to finally pass. Looking in the mirror I was quite flushed but it had been worth it! ‘That’s the tenth in less than twenty four hours!’ I mused ‘And still nearly as good as the first.’ I felt proud that I still had it and could still masturbate as I had done in my teens.

 

 

Carol bought her in a cup of tea. It was three fifteen on Friday. I suddenly thought ‘He hasn‘t rung!’ Even though I hadn’t really expected him to, I was disappointed just the same. ‘Still,’ I thought, ‘he certainly did me the world of good!’ For the past ten days I had masturbated morning and night, setting my alarm earlier so not to rush my ‘dawn breaker‘, in the ‘Ladies’ at work most days & was now firmly back on track & enjoying masturbating to the full again! In spite of my over indulgence, orgasms seemed to be getting better if anything. My clitoris had been a bit sore for the first day or two, but I trimmed my pubes around that area and it seemed to be better. Still it had been getting a lot of attention, not stopping at just one, three or four was now the norm. I had managed three in the ‘Ladies’ on Wednesday morning one after the other causing Carol to become quite worried about my spending so much time in there! I thanked her for her concern & explained that I wasn’t at all unwell, rather hadn’t felt better for a long time!

 

 

Five weeks had gone by. Sunday evening I was sitting out on the balcony overlooking the ocean, quietly sipping on my wine on a pleasantly warm still night. For some reason I began to think about that morning in the park. He hadn’t phoned & it made me feel almost rejected & in spite him seeming to be honest and genuine, I decided that it must have just been an affair he had been looking for after all, even though he was so adamant that he was not like all of the others. I was quite disappointed because I had really enjoyed his company and had been looking forward to seeing him again. Still, I thought, it hadn‘t been a chance meeting entirely without any rewards for me. I smiled & closing my eyes I could see his outline in the bushes and my hand made its was under my dressing gown as I began to masturbate again.

 

 

 

[CON2H4 594]

That was a lot of underage content, and what up with your profile pic?

[Peeonallthethings 25]

Mm yeah. Gonna agree with the other comment here. That was incredibly uncomfortable and I had to stop reading.

 

The scene where she is not even a teenager but is being extremely sexually descriptive and explicit, and especially the focus on how she missed her body looking like a child because she found it more sexually appealing was an instant turn off to the point of feeling a bit sick...

 

there wasn't any warning about this kind of content being in the story and frankly I did not expect explicit material about an actual child here...