Female Masturbation Addiction Pt. 3 - Sex Stories

Female Masturbation Addiction Pt. 3

... all day, and I checked that Theo was still watching me as I squat a little to insert the egg.

But I wasn’t going to wear the dress to breakfast, way too much fabric, so I put on another of the sideless T-shirts then shut my balcony door, just seeing Theo’s head disappear, and I left my room.

Thirty minutes later I was back and getting ready to go on the Historic Tour and putting on just the summer dress described above. I was and wasn’t looking forward to it. Firstly, I’d be missing my day at the beach and secondly, I never was a great fan of history; but if the monument area was as much fun as Bethany had said it was I was going to give quite a few people quite a shock.

As I waited outside the hotel for the coach I realised that I was the only person from my hotel going on the tour. When the coach did arrive that was confirmed, so was the fact that I was the youngest person on the coach, but I was lucky enough to get a whole row of seats at the back to myself so the egg and my fingers could easily give me a few fixes as the coach trundled along.

Bethany had told me that it was usually quite windy at the monument but she didn’t tell me that most of the other places were quite windy as well, or maybe it was just an extra windy day.

I’m sure that quite a few history buffs got a bit of a surprise a few times when my skirt got lifted up to my waist by the wind. Me, I just ignored it and looked and listened to the Rep giving her spiel about the current ...

... ‘attraction’.

To be fair, some of it was mildly interesting, and educational, but it wasn’t until we got to the monument that lots of people got an education that they weren’t expecting.

Even as we got to where the coach parked I could tell that it was very windy outside the coach. There was 5 coaches already parked there and over a hundred people walking around and up and down the track to the monument. I smiled to myself as I thought that the women that had chosen to wear shorts or trousers must be happy with their choice. Those who were wearing skirts would be regretting their choice.

But not me. Even as I was going down the steps to get out of the coach I could see my skirt billowing out. The wind was really tickling my pussy.

“You’re going to have a bit of a problem young lady.” One middle-aged woman said to me.

“Yes, it looks like it, I’ll just have to remember to keep my hands by my sides.” I replied, feeling pleased that I’d left my bag on the coach.

Soon, we were climbing up the bit of a hill to the monument and I could feel my dress billowing out most of the time. It felt nice even without anyone seeing what was under the dress and I’m sure that the people behind me kept getting a view of my bare butt and maybe even my pussy.

At the top of the hill a gale was blowing, but the air was warm and it felt very nice as it teased my pussy and nipples. I kept my arms by my sides as I looked around at the views which were amazing. I could see ships out at sea a town ...