Let me say now that I am a good girl, from a good family, and raised like any other girl. If that sounds defensive, just consider the times. It was very conservative then! I wasn’t sure if I was supposed to be feeling this way. Was it OK to feel malibog? Is it normal? And to be thinking about my neighbor’s husband! And to rub myself down there? But shit… it felt so good. How could it be wrong? I can’t be the only one who ever felt this.
Having decided it was normal, well… half deciding and half not caring, I wanted to keep going. But I couldn’t risk getting caught. Frustrated I got up and went outside. That’s when I saw him! He was wearing a pair of short running shorts (remember this was the 80s) and a white tee. He was with the neighbor boy, standing in the dirt road at the edge of the field. The boy was pointing to a path through the cane, and telling him to follow that path all the way around the field and it will lead back to the road on the other end. The man thanked him and took off running. I watched his toned athletic body disappear into the sugar cane.
Still feeling hot and damp, even more so now, I went to the outside CR and locked the door. In seconds, my shorts and panty were on the floor and my hand flew to my pussy. I started rubbing it again, and not so gently this time. I placed one foot on the toilet and leaned against the wall… and just rubbed it. I didn’t dare penetrate, in fear of losing my virginity (I didn’t know so much about my body at that time), but I spread my labia with one hand and rubbed my tinggil up and down with the other, using my puke juice to make things go easier. Next I tried rubbing it side-to-side, then a kind of circular motion. I decided the combination was best, and I closed my eyes and kept going. Suddenly, my knees shook and I nearly fell, I gasped and felt my body spasm and felt warm liquid on my thighs. Holy shit! What was that? I sat down on the toilet and felt like…