Alicia's Nipples Can Cut Glass - Sex Stories

Alicia's Nipples Can Cut Glass

... pleasure. It really was exhilarating. On the plain below men worked like ants beneath the white lights sparkling brightly, unaware of her flashing her titties in the night. Okay, they might be small but they were cute and firm and she liked them. And men seemed to like them as well.

Impulsively she pulled down her pants and let the breeze reach other areas. That was great, a girl could get totally reinvigorated by air currents down there. She had to take her running shoes off to remove her pants altogether, but once she had shoes back on again she could walk around brazenly without worrying about stones and thorns on the ground. The sensation of having fresh air flowing unhindered was fantastic, maybe she would take up naturism one day.

She hung her clothes on a branch near to the path down the hill, and tried running along the crest. Her bosom was firm and hardly bounced at all; one of the benefits of being tiny upstairs. She didn't even really need a sports bra, it was just for show and modesty. And that was contradictory, like wearing a bright bikini at the beach that drew the eyes to the boobs and butt. She turned around and traced her steps back to her clothes and now she was feeling horny. What if someone could see her, what were the local laws about public decency?

She would give them a show, if anyone was watching. There was no sign of Sharon anyway. Her clit was beckoning and a couple of fingers sliding either side of that eager organ ensured that it was ...

... quickly full of life. Soon she was squatting down, leaning against a tree and giving it full attention. There was something about touching yourself under the stars whilst the crickets chirruped. Her hand moved faster and faster, and her legs moved further and further apart.

Ten minutes later she was sitting on the stones and twigs recovering herself. It took longer than usual; she had maintained the orgasm, repeatedly bringing herself back to climax, not allowing it to subside. Finally exhausted and racked with full-body spasms she relaxed and enjoyed the fading sensations as her feet returned to the ground. Somehow during her frenzied activity she had ended up lying on the undergrowth with her legs in the air. She had no memory of that happening.

She spent several minutes longer in that serene post-orgasmic state of heightened awareness when every sound seemed clearer, every light brighter. It seemed that she could pick out individual insects from the night-time chorus, every flutter of the breeze on her skin enlightened by her enhanced consciousness.

Eventually the effects wore off. Idly she picked up her clothes and made her way down the mountain and by the time she reached the end of the trail and she paused to get dressed again, all her sweat had dried, even on her coochie. The experience had been most refreshing.

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"Have you considered getting bigger tits?" Sharon had a blunt way of talking.

"I'm quite happy with mine as they are, thanks for asking." ...