Ramya: dildo stretch by the lake

The sun is brutal today.

Ninety degrees and climbing with thick, humid air. My sports bra is already dark with sweat, the thin fabric glued to the heavy undersides of my breasts. Even with the support, they sag and jiggle with each step. Pink booty shorts cling to my buttocks and crawl into my ass crack and pussy. No panties. The heat makes the decision feel practical. The loneliness of the trail on hot days makes it feel safe. My nipples harden and poke though a half mile into the hike. I'm leaving very little to the imagination of the occasional hiker I pass.

That's all I'm wearing. It's a practical outfit you'd see on fit white women, but it's very inappropriate and slutty for an Indian. I wear it with pride. I carry a small day pack with water, phone, and other essentials. That includes my Glock pistol for safety.

I love this hike. The narrow, winding path is enclosed by mature hardwoods and winds its way around part of a large lake. On one side is the towering concrete cooling tower of a nuclear reactor for exotic ambiance. On days this hot the trail is almost empty. I follow a seven-mile route that I consider a "rest day" from my normal Crossfit workouts during the week.

Halfway around I leave the main path and cut through a dense thicket to arrive on a secluded shore. I have complete privacy even though there is a vast open view of the lake. This is where I masturbate. The occasional boat that passes used to make me cover up, but now it just adds to the thrill. If they want to get binoculars and sneak a peak, that's fine. It reminds me of my audition where all eyes were on my nude body.

I put a small towel down on the pine needles and drop my pack. I peel the sweaty shorts down just enough to let the refreshing breeze off the lake waft across my shaved pussy. I'm already wet just from anticipating this stop, knowing the special extra thing I have planned. The heat and exertion from the hike already has blood flowing to the right places, and the flesh is supple and swollen.

I build the pleasure skillfully, slipping a finger in as the pleasure nears its peak. I slide it out and stroke my clit hard and moan loud as the orgasm shakes my body. I'm far enough off the path where I won't be heard, but there is a small risk. But again, that just makes it hotter.

I dig out my GoPro and set it on a nearby rock angled straight at my spread legs. The red light blinks. Good. I want to watch this later.

I slide the booty shorts completely off. My feet are on the ground with my knees up, butt on the towel, the sun warming my pussy. I brought lube. One finger goes back in easier. I carefully sink in a second when I'm ready. I flow them for a few minutes just enjoying the fullness they bring, the forbidden stretch against fleeting tightness. I feel so open today, so ready. I put a third fingertip and test the opening. I can feel the outline of the ring, the seal I need to break.

It's time. I pull out the dildo I brought. It's the largest dilator from Claire's kit. An intimidating 1.6 inches across and 6.5 inches long. There will be real consequences. It's as big as the average Indian groom. My body will remember. Future husbands will feel the difference. I might not bleed on my wedding night.

I slick it heavily with lube, press the blunt head against my entrance, and push. There is no sudden block or tearing the way I always imagined. The thick shaft simply forces me open and slides in halfway. My mouth opens on a silent gasp. The stretch still burns like fire.

"Fuck," I groan. I breathe through it and keep pushing until the base is flush against me. For a long second I just sit there, completely filled, staring out at the wide blue water and the distant cooling tower. Then I look directly at the GoPro and nod.

It's done.

The sting is already fading. I flow the phallus slowly, taking all 6.5 inches. It's so fucking tight, and it feels really good now. I’m doing it! I'm fucking myself with the same size as a real man. Something bright and fierce lights up in my chest. The sensation is a blend of too much and perfect at the same time. A soft, incredulous laugh escapes me. Raj told me to go lose my virginity. This is close enough. I can stretch myself open, train my body for something bigger, and still be pure for my husband. I just won't be able to pass a virginity test to prove it.

I slide the dildo out, feel fresh air tickling a larger opening. The flesh-colored dildo has a hint of red in the lube.

I hear voices behind me.

Male. Close.