I began to really enjoy sex in my early 20s and specifically discovered how I love to have my tight, wet cunt explored, stretched, fondled, groped... The more different and new the experience the better. Dancing in clubs or standing at a bar and feeling a stranger's fingers probe between my legs from behind, searching for my juicy opening, parting my legs to allow him access, hearing him groan at his unexpectedly easily-won prize... That is probably still my most favourite and horniest experience, that first touch. My partner at the time and I experimented with all sorts of toys and objects that work well inserted- an old recorder was fun, a King-size mars bar rather messy but also fun! Tinned peaches, we discovered, were rather good, eased inside then left there while we fucked. Seriously, try it...! Whole limes and lemons lend themselves perfectly and I still enjoy using those (message me if you want a pic of that!) together with your more common toys. I have an extensive range of dildos and it's a long time since I discovered nothing brings me off quite like a vibrator. Best ever has to be a vibrator on the clit while my cunt is full of something... Dildo, cock, fingers, lemon...! I have a set of 'love eggs' and do love to wear those out for a walk or to the shops, preferably with a skirt and no knickers of course. There really isn't anything like feeling the breeze brush over undressed cunt lips. At least not until those fresh fingers reach out. My now-husband and I have a great sex life - hes definitely the best fuck I've ever had and definitely knows how to please me. He indulges my fantasies that there's someone else watching is and makes suggestions about how I'd just love it if another guy came and joined in, how I'd like to take a another big cock, be fucked by more than one other guy. The thing is, I don't think he knows how much I really do want that. One summery day I decided to go out for a walk along the beach and through the woods near where I live. I chose my favourite 'hoping for sex or at least exhibitionism' outfit of a short, loose skirt and vest top. My tits are a rather lovely (if I do say so myself) and perky pair even at 36D (check out my pics for yourself) and have received the compliment a coupe of times that 'south isn't an option' where they're concerned. I therefore enjoy being braless in summer and any time feeling just that bit more naughty. As I walked along the beach my skirt lifted several times in the light sea breeze, just enough to raise an eyebrow and a smile from passing (male) dog walkers also out on the beach. I admit to being a tad disappointed when none turned to follow me, even though they were really not my type and a little old for me! I continued walking in the sunshine and breeze. If anyone did catch my eye then maybe more would happen, but if not I was happy in my own little fantasy world. I turned off the beach to the woods and sat down for a while next to the bridge that crosses the stream. I decided to do a few naughty selfies to share with my husband later. I sat with my legs crossed and lay over to one side, snapping a couple of pics on my phone looking under my skirt to the backs of my crossed thighs. You could see I was outside, sitting on a bench and that I was wearing no underwear. I pulled down my vest top so that my tits thrust out over the top of it, head back, enjoying the sun. At the same time, I moved my legs apart and raised my skirt to my hips and snapped a couple more. By this time I was getting a little excited with what was going on in my head as well as the feel of the breeze across my body and the wetness between my legs was beginning to be visible. As I sat and looked at my pictures, I heard an approaching bike, a little late to straighten myself out. The cyclist arrived next to the bench I was on just as I was recovering my tits but not before I could pull down my skirt. Caught in the moment like that I was surprisingly embarrassed - it was a different situation to gyrating in a club where somehow being groped might be expected. I looked down and laughed nervously. He laughed too and said it didn't look like I expected to be caught out but that he liked what he'd seen! He then said that if I didn't want anything further to happen I could quietly walk away, otherwise shortly behind him was the rest of his group - 3 more - and if they arrived he would have to tell them just want I'd been up to when he arrived and what did I think they would do? He had a lovely, twinkly smile as he said all of this and had an air about him that suggested he was teasing me. I didn't know whether to believe him about the 3 others, but found myself laughing with him and saying that was a shame, as if it was just him I'd have asked him to perhaps take a few more pictures for me (there's only so many angles you can reach etc on your own) and then obviously he's be allowed to touch, if he wanted, as a thank you. He continued to tease me about the others being along 'any minute' but that they were all very nice, well mannered guys and wouldn't do anything bad. He said it would do his cred with them wonders if they arrived to find him just chatting with me, let alone anything else. Well of course I was very flattered by this and he was really nice. I've always been quite a good judge of character (fortunate really, considering this and another couple of meets I've had that could have been disastrous and dangerous now I think about it) and I was enjoying his company. He took my camera from me and began snapping pics as I pretended to pose. He soon said 'come on, this isn't how you were posing before I arrived, I'm waiting for the proper pictures here!'. So I lifted my skirt behind me with a cheeky glance over my shoulder (a bit like that tennis player one), then turned to face him, lifting my skirt at the front and putting a finger between my lips (I always have a Brazilian wax so my lips are easily defined) and pressed it slightly up into my now very wet hole. He groaned that groan I love to hear when I'm turning someone on with my flirting and playful sexiness. Or sluttiness?! I held up the front of my skirt but took my wet finger and pulled down my vest top exposing my firm tits again, circling my wet finger over my nipple. My new friend began to direct me now... 'Pull the top all the way down to your waist', 'cup your breasts and bend towards me', 'sit on the back of the bench and open your legs', 'pull your skirt all the way up to your waist'. I was loving this - the breeze on my body, the attention, being told what to do, his obvious hard-on in his cycling shorts, the now regular groans of appreciation. Narcissistic much?! I know, I admit it! Next he asked me to bend over the back of the bench, lifting my skirt and standing with my legs apart, touching myself. I had to work so hard not to completely bury my fingers in my cunt and rub my clit so hard, but I didn't have to worry. After a couple of clicks I then realised he had come closer behind me and his hand was reaching in to replace mine between my legs. His groan when he felt my wetness was almost enough to make me cum on its own, so turned on was I at him enjoying me like this. He inserted 1, then 2, then 3 and quickly after 4 fingers into my dripping cunt, moving them around inside me, opening me from side to side. I couldn't contain my desire and said 'finger fuck me hard... Oh yes, fuck my cunt, fuck me, fuck me' as I came to a shuddering orgasm with his hand inside me, my legs barely supporting me as I stiff holding onto the back of the bench. Breathless I leaned over the bench as he reached around and massages my tits with my own juices. As I recovered I commented that it looked like his friends must have taken a wrong turn as nobody else had joined us. He laughed and admitted that was just him fantasising. I said that's a shame. He asked me if I was at all serious - if I'd have been game for playing if more had come along. I said it was a fantasy of mine that has never played out. He developed a mischievous glint in his eye. 'What??' He then held up the phone he's been taking pics with - not mine! He'd switched it for his own early on when if turned my back early in the photo shoot. He said his friends hadn't been there today but usually there were 4 of them and if I didn't object he was going to share my pictures and the story of what had happened with them. If I was up for it, same time next week, they would all be there. This time it wouldn't just be touching, I would get fucked by all of them, if that's what I wanted. I knew he was a good and decent guy as he hadn't tried to fuck me today - no condoms. That would be all taken care of for next week, I was promised. All I had to do was turn up.... I'll have to write in another update about whether or not I went through with that....!