Rachel's Secret

When Rachel Frobisher closed the gate behind her, it made a satisfying thunk. She approved of that sound. It was the sound of escape.

The path beyond ahead ran tightly between hedges, and within fifty paces the house had disappeared from view entirely. She always checked with a quick glance over her shoulder, even though she knew it was gone. With her hands pushed into the pockets of her cargo pants, her book tucked under one arm, she smiled and her heart quickened. Even though her destination was half an hour away, she already anticipated it with excitement. Her auburn-red hair, as ever, refused to behave; a strand of it kept working loose and swinging across her face until she flicked it back with a practiced toss of her head.

This wood was loudest in October. Not with people; with everything else. The rooks arguing in the high tops, the dry clatter of the canopy, the rustle of something small and unseen,in the undergrowth. The teenager had learned to walk quietly enough to hear and enjoy it all. And to make sure she could hear anyone following her. Nobody ever had, thank goodness. But she daren’t let her guard down. She was just as nervous now, at eighteen, as she had been five years ago on those first solo adventures to the place.

The light glinted gold through the leaves, moving as the branches moved, so that she passed through patches of warmth and then sudden cool shadow and then warmth again. But the cool periods lengthened as dusk approached. The temperature drop made her braces tingle against her teeth. Perfect! It was going to be chilly up there. Her teeth told her so. She thought for a moment that she’d miss the dental appliance when it was finally removed next month. Her braces had become part of who she was.

By the time she reached the clearing, the light was long and low. It bathed the surrounding birches, igniting them like something burning slowly from the inside. Standing still for a moment, listening with head cocked slightly to one side, she satisfied herself that nobody had followed. The only sounds were the wind in the canopy, some rooks arguing nearby, and geese shouting instructions to each other as they flew a mile above. And she fancied she could hear her heart too, pounding now.

Rachel closed her eyes, breathed deeply and bit her bottom lip. This was her time. Her place. And she could feel her body, eager for the weekly release. Her crotch was warm and damp, her knickers clinging to her crack. She shoved them and the cargo pants down her legs and kicked them both away, tossing the book onto them. It was always just a prop. She never came here to read. She came here to play with herself.

Taking her top off, she sank to the carpet of fallen leaves. They crackled under her bare bottom. Braless, her coral-pink nipples stiffened at the delightful cool breeze that bit them as she lay back.

One hand went down over her pale belly to the rise of her mound, fingers running through the start of auburn pubes and then veering to the side. Her sex denied for the moment, waiting as she explored around the hollows at the top of her inner thighs, either side of it. The smoothness of that skin was rarely revealed to the elements. The heat of her arousal, just an inch away, bloomed against the side of her hand. With four fingers she could cover herself totally. Her whole sex. The tip of her index finger pressed against her taint, and the heel of her palm nuzzled frizzy pubes flat.

With a gently push, wet lips parted, allowing a finger to slide between them, and her outward breath caught in her throat.

Her other hand traveled up, to cradle the swell of a breast, weighty and full. A thumb caressed a rock hard nipple, and she gasped with delight.

She forced herself to slow down. To enjoy the sensation of wet flesh under fingers. She fancied that in this heightened state of arousal she could feel her own fingerprints, tactile against her moist labia. The forest breathed around her. She was enclosed but also magnificently exposed. What she was doing was so private, so utterly naughty, exposing herself like this. No, it wasn’t just naughty; she thought. It was downright filthy. And she opened her legs wider, knees at brazen right angles as she rubbed her swollen clitoris. She panted the words. “You’re a filthy little girl, Rachel,” and pinched her nipple hard as penance. “Look at you, showing off your cunt to the entire world. You dirty bitch.”

Swearing to herself just brought her closer to the edge, as it had since she’d added it to her repertoire at fifteen. She made herself shut up. She didn’t want to come just yet. All in good time. Steadying her breaths, she left her clitoris alone for a while and instead circled her entrance before pushing her forefinger up inside her fanny. God, it was hot in there, and so wet. Sooner than usual, her index finger could ease in alongside. With her head tilted back and eyes closed to the dusk, she clenched down, squeezing her fingers in a velvety hug of surprising tightness. The sensation of being full, so full, satisfied deeply buried desires. She imagined her two fingers were the stiff cock of a lover. She moved them as he might move his cock, withdrawing and sliding back in. Mumbling “Oh, yes, that’s it darling, god you’re so hard inside me. Please don’t stop. Please.” She lifted her hips to meet each penetration.

But after five minutes of fingering, another pause for the torturous task of containing a fire that threatened to consume her. She withdrew her glistening fingers and played with her lower lips for a while, exploring the shape of her sex and its pure carnal anatomy. While she ran her tongue over her tingling braces, her imaginary lover whispered to her, “You have a beautiful young cunt, my sweet. I should like to taste it.

And fingers came up to transfer their wetness to her tongue. She sucked herself from them and shivered at the secret taste of her body, biting harder on her bottom lip as her eyes rolled back. “You taste divine. I’m going to make you come now Rachel, would you like that?” and she answered in an urgent, pleading whisper. “Oh god yes, please, I need to come.”

Denying herself no longer, with legs still splayed like a frog, she rubbed herself into a frenzy, the pads of her fingers flying over her clit in a blur.

When she climaxed, she moaned in ecstasy, and the forest fell silent for her, as if every other creature wanted to listen to her orgasm. “Oh my god, I’m coming!” she cried to them. Waves of electric pleasure rippled from her burning hot clitoris to every nerve ending in her body, and she spasmed in climax, toes curling tightly and legs quivering uncontrollably. Her clit hummed like a piano’s tuning fork, sensitive almost to the point of pain, and so she slid her fingers back inside her cunt, so wet she could hardly feel the velvety sides. Leaves clung to her sweaty bottom as she lifted it from the forest floor and finger fucked herself through the rest of the climax, shivering not from the cold air but from the orgasmic pleasure of release.

Rachel made it home just as the sun set and hurried past her mother to the bathroom. She always hit the shower as soon as possible, imagining the scent of her masturbation still emanated from her and fearful of being discovered. “Wonderful news, Rachel,” her mother called out from the other side of the bathroom door, “Your cousin Daniel is coming to visit during the holidays. It must be at least five years since we’ve seen him."