My family had decided to spend the holidays in North Wales, and of course, I had to go with them as I was home from uni. Not really my thing, all the outdoorsy things, but I do like the occasional walk here and there. Anyway, bored on a Sunday, I was made aware of a 'lovely little wood you could go for a walk in'.

It was a dry and mild day, and I just decided on the spur of the moment not to wear any panties to let my recently sugared pussy enjoy the fresh country air! I quite like the idea of 'flashing' and have done so a few times, but opportunities rarely offer themselves. I'm not a blatant exhibitionist, but I do hope for a chance to do something.

The wood was lovely. Just off the path there were some felled tree trunks arranged so people could sit on them, and I decided to do just that. It seemed like I was the only one here.

As I was looking at my phone, scanning through my favourite Lushstories threads, I find my thighs parting, imagining some men nearby, eager to look up my skirt at my pussy, becoming quite moist at the thought.

Then I heard something.

A man was approaching, walking along the path toward me. As he came closer, I could see he was quite old, well, compared to me at least. I was quite surprised to realise that I kept my legs apart.

Pretending to be immersed in my phone – well, I was actually, but also trying to notice if he was looking; I could feel my heart pounding from the shot of adrenaline my decision caused. With every step, he came closer; my legs remained parted. I wanted to look up at him; he was just a few feet away, looking straight at my pussy, which was only obscured by the shadow of my dress.

Then I couldn't hear footsteps anymore. He had stopped. So did my heart.

“If you want to show me, show me properly,” he proposed, in a rich baritone voice that was simply commanding.

I couldn't utter a single word but was suddenly, immensely aroused. I chose to do as he asked.

My hands grabbed at my skirt and hitched it up to my waist while my thighs opened to show him my wetting pussy.

He had a smile on his face, examining my bare, excited pussy. I could feel the sticky labia separate. My clit must have been obvious.

“Why don't you show me how much you're enjoying this? Put your fingers inside; show me how wet you are.”

I did as he asked. Two of my fingers slid in effortlessly, wiggled a little, and I showed him they were covered in goo.

“Why don't you see for yourself how wet I am?” I couldn't believe I'd said it!

He knelt before me, put one hand on my left thigh, and the other he slowly inserted into my steamy mess. His fingers slid in and out, pressed upward, and a thumb wiped my pussy's ooze onto an oversensitive clit. He really knew how to use his fingers.

He was watching me intently as I came, fiercely. I nearly fell backwards off the tree trunk, but he grabbed an arm. Then it suddenly came back to me where we were. I'd been so caught up with it that I'd forgotten we were in a public place. People could be nearby. I frantically looked around, but he noticed this and calmed me.

“There's no one about,” he asserted confidently, and I believed him.

He stood up, and I could not fail to see his erection straining at an angle inside his jeans.

“Look what you did!”

I was suddenly afraid he wanted me to do something about it, but he just adjusted it so it was more comfortable, pointing upward.

“I think this was quite the experience for you, young lady. Something to relive in your fantasies, perhaps, and bring an extra dimension to your masturbation.” He smiled at her knowingly.

“Will I see you again?” I had to ask.

“No, young lady. No names, no reenactment, just a wonderful happenstance. And a very pleasant memory to look back on.”

And with that he continued his walk, and I went back to see what my family had been up to while I had 'the event', as I will be calling it.