Bored Little Girl/Continue here on the playground giving them a show
You decide you haven't had enough of this moment yet and see if you can get a better reaction from the boys. One of them is pretty cute, the other so so. You imagine one of them grabbing you and carrying you off to the bushes and the thought makes you tingle. It would never happen, of course, but the fantasy is exciting enough.
You continue to pretend you don't notice the boys and are just there to have some lonely kid fun. You walk around to the monkey bars, right next to the swings and jump up, grabbing the bars and letting your feet dangling underneath. You swing like a monkey a few times and then twist toward the boys and lift your legs up, draping them over the bars. Your dress is now filling your view of the boys, but you can feel the full breeze on your thighs and damp panties as the lower part of your dress falls down, exposing everything their way. You hover there holding on with your hands and the bars tucked under your knees, which are spread wide enough to be sure your audience is getting the best show. You rock back and forth a few times, wriggling your waist back and forth. It feels so good to be exposed like this!
Soon though, your hands begin to get sore and you lift yourself up on top of the bars and sit. You look off to the side, but try to see without being noticed what the boys are doing. They aren't saying anything. They aren't looking around. They are fixed on your body. Perfect. One of the two (the ugly one) gestures to his friend, gets up, and leaves in a hurry. The other one slides down on the bench a little and slips both his hands deep into his pockets. He seems content and unembarrassed to sit and stare at you.
You sigh deeply and then shift to the edge of the bars, letting one leg dangle free. You lift up your other knee and draw it up close to you, teasing the boy with another glimpse under your skirt, this time from the front. You can see his hands begin to move under his jeans next to a third bulge that is not either of his hands. The breeze carries your thin hair around your head and cools the heat building up down below. You stay like that, giving the boy plenty of opportunities to make a move.
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