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Swinging too hard

... let him take me home. *Swipe right*.

I kept going through the list of never-ending boys and men. At some point, I unconsciously opened my legs and touched myself with my free hand. I noticed this moments later when an accidental moan slipped from my lips. I giggled at my naughty behavior. Guess the wine, bubbles and pretty boys had the desired effect. I let my fingers play with my clitoris for a moment longer before I stopped to prolong the pleasure. I can finish myself later when I have teased myself to a point where I cannot take it anymore.

I got up from the hot tub to cool my body a bit. I had been in the hot water for a while and some time off is probably a good call. I went inside to drink a glass of water and then returned outside to the patio. I covered myself with the towel I had brought previously and took a look at my old backyard. My parents have not changed many things outside. The hot tub was probably the only major development. I decided to walk on the recently cut grass and feel it between my toes. I kept going to an old tree that my brothers and I had climbed countless times when we were younger. Our father had built a swing from an old tire and roped it to a tree branch for us to play with. It was installed so it was hanging from two spots on opposite sides of the tire, just like the ones you can see at playgrounds around cities. It was perfect for my older brothers who were big enough to not slip through the empty space of the tire. For me, it took ...

... a long time until I was big enough to play with the tire swing as they could. At that point, I do not remember caring about it as much anymore. But today sitting at the swing sounded like a fantastic idea.

I took a relaxing position on the tire. My back leaned to one of the ropes and my legs hung from the other side of the tire. I couldn't swing from that spot but with wine in one hand and phone in the other, I wasn't planning to start swinging anyway. Instead, I continued intoxicating myself while looking at pictures of local hunks from my dating app. I even started to receive matches which made me feel wanted. And hot of course. "I am sexy and hot and strong. My only weakness is that I'm too nice. Yeah, that's it. Screw that cheating bastard!". Looking at all of those pictures made me feel wet again. And that made me want to touch myself again.

It was a nice evening and there was no one close by so what's the harm of having little fun? I emptied the glass and gently dropped it on the grass. I then proceeded to open the knot which held my towel in place. I revealed my naked body underneath the towel. And there I was, lying naked on the old swing while preparing to pleasure myself to an orgasm. I touched my exposed nipples and both of them got immediately hard as tiny rocks. The reason for my erect nipples might have been the cool summer wind but most likely it was because of a strong feeling of arousal. I think that I might've been building myself up for this specific ...