Fantastic!

Brooklyn stared at her breasts rising and falling and breathed some of the fire out of her lungs.

“That was good,” she said to herself through trembling lips.

She felt elated, empowered, like she could tear up one of the surrounding trees by the root. She brought her hands up and hugged herself, finally relaxing her muscles. She let her body be caressed by the air that passed over her and clung to her sweating body. What she wanted more than anything was a witness to all this. Someone to look at her flat stomach, her bouncing breasts and her curvaceous hips. Maybe there was some hidden spectator out there now, some unseen hiker trying to get out of the rain who just happened to get the show of a lifetime. The thought brought a warm shudder to Brooklyn’s hips and she smiled. She felt dirty, inside and out and it was delicious. A shower was definitely in order now. She blew a kiss out into the orchard, to whoever may be watching and turned away.

Brooklyn moved through the orchard with her hands at her sides. Proud, confident, and naked, she looked down at her discarded clothes as she passed them. The represented an old Brooklyn to her, a Brooklyn that stammered when she spoke, a Brooklyn that avoided looking at herself naked in the mirror, a Brooklyn that dreamed of being the woman she was now. She marched to the edge of the orchard and into the rain that was falling in sheets.

Water splattered down onto her head and down her cheeks. She walked off the muddy trail and into the grass. The slick blades tickled her feet and ankles. Outside of the orchard the air was more crisp and fresh. She looked around and took in the green hills. A ring of fog clung to their tops like smoky halos. Brooklyn raised her arms to the sky and let the rain hit her fingertips and run down her arms, to her shoulders, then break off into streams that seeped down her front and down her breasts, dripping off the tips of her nipples, or rolling down her back, trickling over her hips. She let the water seep over every inch of her and into every crease. With the rain showing no hint of stopping, she lowered her hands and began rubbing her body. She rinsed off the rest of the mud and sweat and juice until her skin was slick and shining.

Brooklyn gazed to the sky and opened her mouth wide, filling her mouth up with rainwater. She then sprayed it from her lips playfully. She could very well be in her shower at home, squirting water onto the tile wall. But she was outside. In the rain. Washing her naked body like some forest nymph. Brooklyn leaned forward and started rubbing some of the grime away from her thigh. She started from the knee and worked her way up. She noticed her tan lines that started a few inches down her pelvis. Maybe if this rain stops soon she could work on removing some of those tan lines.

“Baby steps,” Brooklyn cautioned herself. Brooklyn worked her hands further up to her pelvis and a gush of cool water splashed between her legs.

“Hhnn!” She caught her breath in surprise.

Her body went rigid and she let her breath out. She let her hand hover over her pubic hair and slide down. She gave herself a soft squeeze.

A bolt shot from her pelvis and up her spine. Her cheeks burned. Her hand would not come away. She worked her palm and fingers into a wave motion. She felt dizzy. She brought up her other hand and pressed her index finger into her mouth. She rolled her tongue around the tip.

“Screw caution.”

Brooklyn fell to her knees and massaged herself with more pressure. She pulled her finger out of her mouth and rubbed her areola in slow, sensuous circles. She surrendered to herself. No matter what happened when she returned to class, when she went to her apartment to study, when she got back to her jeep, when the rain ceased to fall; she pleasured herself out here in the open, for anyone who wanted to watch.

“Fuck, fuck, FUCK!”

Waves of pleasure pulsed through her. She leaned forward and put a hand on the ground. She’d never tried doggy style with her boyfriend. She’d always been too nervous, too prudish. Water rushed down the crack of her ass and over her sex. Her dangling breasts rocked back and forth. She squeezed her hips together and let the warm tingle of orgasm crawl across her body. She let out an exhausted breath and rolled over, lying flat on back. The random patter of the rain on her skin eased her twitching muscles. She closed her eyes and went into a dreamless sleep, naked in the grass.