Bored Little Girl/Swing set looks fun
I noticed that no one was playing on the swings and that there were two high school boys sitting on the bench across from them. Perfect! I skipped up to the swing that faces them most directly and took a seat. The thick rubber conformed to my premature little tush and cradled me a bit tight. This won't work! I edged forward, wriggling side to side until you I could comfortably spread my legs a little. By then, the sundress I was wearing slid up to my waste and I could feel a part of my naked butt resting right on the seat.
The thought of other kids playing on this swing later was exciting, but not nearly as much as the two boys who had taken notice of me. They were trying to look innocent, but I could see their eyes were fixed on my dress when they were not pretending to look away. I felt a tinge of natural embarrassment and pushed it down. I wanted to give these boys a show and see what they would do. I pushed off slowly at first. The flow of air kissed the growing wetness between my legs, feeling cool and intimate. The interaction between the seat, the breeze, the boys, and my exposed privates made me feel wild and grown-up. I wasn't sure why.
As I gained momentum, I instinctually spread my knees to build the "swing effect". I was very careful to look innocent and not appear to notice the boys. No one else was around. Soon, the rush of cool afternoon air was slamming against my smooth slit with each forward swing. I was spreading wide on purpose and the boys were definitely taking notice. I tried to watch with my side vision while pretending to look away. They weren't even trying to look away anymore! One of the boys moved a hand to his lap and begins to press into it with his fingers, stroking slowly. I giggled, both from the childish fun of the swing and the adult thrill of controlling this moment.
After a minute of this, my head carried me to a place I didn't expect. Knowing that the view of my panty-clad pussy was moving an older boy to fondle himself made me wonder: How much more does he want? What would he be willing to risk to have it? How would he react if I walked up to him? How big is he underneath those jeans? My girl's brain spilled premature hormones into my blood and I could feel my skin get flush, my tummy tingle and my lips get dry. I stopped thrusting the swing forward and closed my eyes, leaning my head against the chain holding me up. My high swing slowed down to a gentle rock and I bit my lip as a wave of pleasure washed over me, starting at my pink little treasure and ending at the top of my head. I gasped and the sudden rush of coolness between my legs told me that I had suddenly gotten very wet down there.
With legs still spread open, my ride came to a stop. I moaned softly in contentment and slowly opened my eyes. The boys were open-jawed and staring at me, but quickly looked away as if something else was more interesting. Both of their faces turned bright red. I just sighed and used my toes to push the swing gently a few more times, letting the air cool me down and dry me a little. That was a naughty thought! I came here to try masturbating in public, but this time my head did all the diddling and my fingers weren't even needed! I began to consider my thoughts more seriously.
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