Date: Wed, 30 Sep 2020 09:57:52 +0200 From: Lolo Lolo Subject: Megan's journey chapter 7 Chapter 7 The first thing she typed in was exhibitionism. According to google it is when someone exposes themselves in a public or semi-public area. She looked at several photos of girls and guys being naked or semi naked in malls, parks and shopping areas. She remembered her excitement when she walked from the garage. She didn't believe it could really be called exhibitionism or a semi-public place but the idea actually exited her to take it further. The road side incident could definitely be called that but she was too embarrassed or scared at the time. She thought that maybe it was because it was forced on her. She made a mental note to try it by herself before agreeing to anything like that with Malcom. Next she typed in dogging. She found that it was a British slang word for having sex in public whilst being watched or watching someone or a group of people having sex in a public place. There were tons of pictures of sexual interactions with people in public places. Again her masturbation next to the house reminded her something of that. Again it could not be called dogging per se but it is heading in the right direction. She would be pretty excited to have sex with him anywhere so public place would be fine. She wasn't so sure of being watched doing it though. As for that of her own fantasies. She hasn't had much partner based sexual experiences so didn't really know. She knew how to satisfy herself and all her imaginations during those times had been with guys much older than her. Maybe that could be classed as a fantasy but one that she had partially already realized with Malcom. Although if it was really examined he fucked her once and she considered it only a full act if he came inside her and he didn't. Most people would consider it a fuck but she didn't. She closed the browser and laid back on her bed. It was a beautiful day outside. It wasn't a day to be indoors. She considered phoning one of her friends and invite them over but decided against it. She shot up and made for her closet. She pulled out a set of riding breeches, a riding top and her riding helmet. She hadn't ridden whisky in far too long. Whisky was her horse's name. He was a stallion of great stature. He was midnight black and beautiful. Whisky whinnied when he saw her. He trotted along the fence as she walked to the gate of the paddock him and the other horses were kept. Once she had entered he nudged her with his head. She led him to the stable talking to him as if he was human. Once she had saddled him she mounted him and headed toward the paddock gate where a stable hand opened it for them. When they cleared the gate she kicked his sides spurring him into a full gallop. They flew past the barns and the house with Megan standing in the stirrups and every gallop taken with soft springy legs. Her upper body bent down to lessen the impact on her spine. For ten minutes they were in full gallop. The trees flashed past as they flew down the pathway towards the outer parts of the farm. She reined the horse in and took him into a small footpath leading into some trees. Her destination was a small waterfall where she sometimes took dates when she was in the mood for making out. It was a bit of a treacherous path and she steered the horse slowly to the fall. She ducked under several trees and the trees eventually opened up near the river bank. There was lush grass and vegetation along the bank and she dismounted. After tying whisky to a nearby tree she walked to where the fall cascaded into the river. It became rocky and she found a cluster of rocks where she always sat for the heavy petting. It was beautiful and picturesque and very few people knew about it. She was sure that only her dad and the farm manager knew about this place apart from herself of course. She wasn't sure whether Suzie knew about it. The sun basked down on the clearing and Megan sat watching the waterfall dreamily. She had fond memories of the place. She skinny dipped here as a young teenager. Sometimes with, a then current, boyfriend but mostly alone. She broke her own virginity here. Used a tubular sweet dispenser. It hurt like hell. She had heard a friend do it and sheepishly she followed suit. The second time was better but still hurt a bit but the third time turned it all around. She had her first orgasm right on these rocks. Her pants pulled down and the sweet dispenser rushing in and out of her. She had thought she was peeing herself at the time when she orgasmed. The first time she let a boy touched her breasts as well as the first time she let a boy play with her pussy. Megan smiled as she was lost in her memories. She's had a lot of masturbatory sessions here. Her first bumbling attempt at a blowjob was here. The boy had to teach her how to do it properly. It was a whole two weeks of practicing on him before she had made him cum. he had no problem making her cum with his mouth. He had had a lot of experience but never did reveal to her where he learnt that. It was sweet memories and when she finally surfaced she found that she had a wet patch between her legs. She was turned on again. The snug riding pants had absorbed her wetness and it could clearly be seen. There was a darker patch against the black cloth and the fact that she wasn't wearing panties is the reason the pants absorbed the juices. An idea sneaked into her mind. It would be something to try. Exhibitionism for beginners she thought and giggled out loud. She made her way back to the horse being careful not to slip on the rocks. Once on the grass she stopped. Time to get ready. The material of the riding pants was elastic to allow movement. She took the front and pulled it up higher. She stood with her legs apart to make sure the seam pulls where it needs to go. It slid easily in between her pussy lips and she then pulled on the back for it to slip between her butt cheeks. She brought her legs together and inspected the result. She could see a clear separation of her pussy lips cut into by the seam. she had created a camel toe on purpose. She remembered how the boys at the school had commented on a class mate's camel toe. She felt her butt and found that she could run her finger between her cheeks unobstructed. Perfect she thought to herself. She untied Whisky and mounted him. She found with the action of her swinging her leg over the saddle the seam pulled painfully against her clit. She almost fell off the horse. It brought quite intense shivers to her body. It was almost like her clit had just shouted a huge hello and in capital letters. Determined she swung her leg over the saddle and guided the horse back to the road. She took a casual ride back to the stables. Every time the horse stepped she would move a little on the leather saddle. The seam would make her clit shout a new hello. She finally reached the grazing field on the edge of an orgasm. The stable boy came sprinting to the gate and let them in. the slight reprieve calmed her body a bit. A second stable hand took the reins from her and held the horse for her to dismount. This stable hand was a grown adult man. The stable boy was his son and they have been working for her dad for years. She dismounted and caught him sneaking glances at her crotch area. She smiled inwardly. So that is what it must feel like when you exhibit yourself in public. She noticed the wet patch on the saddle and decided not to mention anything to him. She turned with deliberate slowness away from him and walked towards the gate. She could feel his eyes and broke into a smile. It was cut short by the seam's rubbing. Her torture was back in full force. Hellos came with every step. She noticed how big the wet patch had gotten. She decided to persevere. She would only pull the seam out once she reached her room. Then she was fully intending on abusing her clit. As she neared the house her breaths came in shorter gasps. She felt her body teetering at the edge of orgasm again. She was sure her pussy had become a swamp. She didn't dare look down as the butler was already standing waiting for her at the open door. "Please don't cum now." she whispered to herself under her breath. It would be hugely embarrassing. She finally reached the door and breezed past Jared. He did not once look at her scornfully and just gave her a warm greeting as she walked past him. She mumbled a reply and immediately headed towards her bedroom. She passed the living room and Suzie shouted at her to come give her a hug hello. Megan froze in her tracks. It was the most inconvenient time for Suzie to be home. Megan knew she would want to chat and in her current condition that would just not be appropriate. "I need to go change first." She answered without turning. But Suzie insisted and came to Megan. She went and stood in front of Megan and grabbed her in a big hug. Then she could see Suzie's eyes traveling over her body. When her eyes spotted Megan's pants she uttered a wordless `oh" "I guess you really do need to go change" Suzie said. "Call me if you need any help" and she winked at Megan. Megan practically ran to her room. Not caring that she might orgasm before she got there. On the edge of orgasm she slammed the door behind her. She didn't bother getting undressed and leaned back against the door. She had her legs spread apart and with her index and middle finger she separated her cloth covered pussy lips she pushed hard on the seam and rubbed vigorously. It took only three circular rubs. Her back arched as her lower body went into spasms. She came and it felt like ages before her orgasm receded. She flopped down on the bed on her tummy and buried her face into the duvet. Her legs still dangled off the side of the bed. In the afterglow she remembered the odd comment from Suzie. That she would come and help. She hadn't given any thought to those words. Now it revolved in her mind.