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Chapter 2 by btflblueeyes btflblueeyes

Where does Charlotte go with her new thong?

Into the field

Charlotte was so happy with herself at purchasing the Thong. She sang to herself as she passed through the well tended fields of the German countryside, the wind ruffling her hair and the sun on her face. She felt so free! As Charlotte passed a glade on her left she looked in under the trees. Past the dappled sunlight she could make out a sunny, grassy patch. Spontaneously, she looked up and down the path, then darted in between the trees and onto the grass, a little glade surrounded by trees and higher ground. Perfect!

Charlotte pulled her panties down under her ankle length skirt, kicked them off, then sensually drew the thong up. It fit snugly over her hips, the back nestling in between her ass cheeks, and the little triangle of fabric at the front cradling her mound. She felt a shiver run through her. Was that from the thong? Something, some energy, was playing with her, teasing her. She felt a rush of warmth.

Over her school years, Charlotte didn't have as much of a fascination with sex as the other girls. She'd had a kiss or two, and had masturbated now and then. But never had she felt so sexual as she did now, the thong almost seeming to caress her vaginal lips. She bit her lower lip, and looked out towards the path. She had to do it, now. She lay down on the grass, the sun warming her, the grass tickling her ears. She pulled her dress up her legs and over her thighs and belly, then snaked hr right hand under the thong, rubbing her fingers up and down her slit. She thought she heard a satisfied murmur coming from somewhere, mingling with her own quiet moans.

This thong was driving her wild! she was hotter, more flustered, more moist than she'd ever been before. She pulled on it, brought it tight between her bum cheeks. An almost electrical pulse radiated from it, and she felt it through her incredibly sensitive anal ring. God, yes! Charlotte moved her fingers, deeper, harder, faster. Her feelings, her very being, were rising to a crescendo, a fever pitch of pleasure and need. Thrusting her hips into the air, Charlotte came.

A horny witness? Back to the road?

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