A Night On Cool Grass

[iwanttowrite]

This didn’t happen on the same day as my long walk home. It was a few days after. I remember it being unusually warm. The very last days of summer weren’t ready to submit to the chill of autumn. And even though the sun had set, the heat lingered in the air. It wasn’t unbearable, but annoying enough to keep me from sleep.

I had gone to bed in a thin teeshirt and some underwear, and even after kicking my sheets off I still couldn’t get comfortable. I wasn’t drenched with sweat, but I could feel the stagnant air clinging onto my skin. After a few hours of tossing and turning, I eventually gave up on the idea of sleep. It was clear that just laying in bed waiting for exhaustion to overtake me wasn’t doing me any favors. So I thought that maybe getting some fresh air would help me relax.

I quietly crept downstairs, being mindful not to wake my parents. It was bad enough that I was having trouble sleeping. I made my way to the back door and gently pulled it open. A soft breeze drifted in through the open doorway, brushing past me like a whisper. It was dark outside. Obviously. It was the middle of the night. But it was strange to see my backyard enshrouded by such darkness, illuminated only by the dim light of the moon.

The grass glistened slightly. It already wet with dew. I stepped forward, and the damp earth felt cool against my bare feet. It was a pleasant sensation. Different from the last time. I remembered how the grass felt after walking through the woods. It had absorbed the heat from the sun, warming my skin as I laid on the ground. I wondered how it would feel now, laying down on cold dewdrops. It was tempting thought. But I didn’t want to end up going to bed in wet clothes. Then another thought crossed my mind.

I took the hem of my shirt in my hands, fidgeting with the fabric as I contemplated what exactly I was doing. Nonetheless, I slowly started raising the garment upwards, exposing my midriff, my breasts, my shoulders, as I pulled the shirt up and over my head. I let it drop beside me before reaching down to tuck my thumbs into my waistband. Then I started to slide my underwear down my legs. They pooled around my ankles, leaving me with nothing but my bare skin. It felt strange. Not unnatural, but not quite right either. I didn’t mind it too much. It’s not like there was anyone around to see me.

I stepped out towards the center of my yard, letting the cool night air flow across my skin as I bathed in the moonlight. There was a part of me still couldn’t believe what I was doing. That I must have been dreaming. I shivered a bit as I lowered myself onto the ground. The cold dewdrops provided an immediate sense of relief. I let myself sprawl out on the lawn and gazed up at the sky. The stars glittered above me. It really did feel like a dream.

As I lay there, letting the wet grass cool my skin, I could feel a slight warmth building within me. A sensation that grew more potent as time passed by. I felt incredulous. At first. But I was alone. It was the middle of the night. And this was a completely normal urge to have. Healthy, even. Why not indulge myself. Maybe it would help me fall asleep.

I raised one hand to my breast, cupping it gently, while my other hand reached much further down past my waist. I didn’t realize just how sensitive I’d become. I took things slow, tracing circles with my fingers. It didn’t take me long to find the right rhythm. Soon my hips began to writhe, trying to keep in sync with the motions. I gripped my chest as breathing became shallow. My cadence quickened. That gentle warmth began to grow with intensity. Burning hotter and yearning for relief. My fingers danced wildly across my flesh, trying to keep up the pace. My skin felt flush. My feet braced against the ground as my back arched, thrusting my pelvis up towards the heavens as if asking for mercy. Then, finally, I reach the crescendo.

My body relaxed completely. Legs gave out, arms dropped to my sides, and my breathing slowed. It was worth it. I just needed to rest for a minute. Then I would go back inside and return to bed. So I shut my eyes, and let my mind drift away in ecstasy.

I awoke feeling refreshed. The rays of the early morning sun were just beginning to break over the horizon. I sat upright and stretched. It took me a moment to recognize my surroundings.

A sense of dread slowly churned inside me as I came to realize what I had just done.

I was still outside. I had fallen asleep outside, naked, in the middle of my backyard, after I-

I couldn’t finish the thought. I immediately hugged my knees to my chest, overwhelmed with shame. Even though I was in my backyard that didn’t mean people couldn’t see me. What if neighbor glanced out a window overlooking our yard? What if some kids knocked a ball over our fence and went to check and see where it landed? What if my parents gazed out our kitchen window and caught me ?

I had to stop myself from panicking. I tried to calm down, took deep breaths, and told myself to stay focused. It was still early in the morning. The sun had only just begun to rise. It was unlikely that anyone would be awake. That anyone would have noticed me. I could see my clothes still lying in a pile by the back door. That would be my first goal. Getting dressed.

I sprinted over to grab my shirt and underwear, trying to pull them back on as fast as I could. Then I carefully opened the back door. The house was still dark. All the lights were off. It was clear that nobody was awake. So I quickly, but quietly, made my way upstairs back to my room and hid myself away under the bedsheets. That would be the last time I would ever do something so stupid and risky ever again.

At least, that’s what I told myself.

But that wouldn’t be the last time I’d step out into my backyard without any clothes.

Intentionality or otherwise.

[SixPathsKeyblader]

Nice. I like the foreshadowing at the end.

[Skylar21]

Hopefully she gets caught naked in the back yard and has to explain herself during one of her excursions.
Does she have a brother perhaps who could catch her?

[iwanttowrite]

Hopefully she gets caught naked in the back yard and has to explain herself during one of her excursions.
Does she have a brother perhaps who could catch her?

Not to disappoint anyone, but I have never been caught masturbating in my backyard. Not yet at least. It’s not something that I do frequently. Only on occasion.

Also, I don’t have a brother or any siblings. But I do have a neighbor, and if he ever caught me in such a compromising state I might actually die of embarrassment.

[jimmythehand]

Also, I don’t have a brother or any siblings. But I do have a neighbor, and if he ever caught me in such a compromising state I might actually die of embarrassment.

If that does ever happen, prior to you laying down to die, it would be appreciated if you would pop onto this site and report the experience, if it's not too much trouble.

[SixPathsKeyblader]

Hopefully she gets caught naked in the back yard and has to explain herself during one of her excursions.
Does she have a brother perhaps who could catch her?

Not to disappoint anyone, but I have never been caught masturbating in my backyard. Not yet at least. It’s not something that I do frequently. Only on occasion.

Also, I don’t have a brother or any siblings. But I do have a neighbor, and if he ever caught me in such a compromising state I might actually die of embarrassment.

Wait... Are you actually writing stories about real experiences for you, or is this fiction? Your post seems to imply that you are writing about your own real life experience, but then again, you could just be role playing.

[iwanttowrite]

Also, I don’t have a brother or any siblings. But I do have a neighbor, and if he ever caught me in such a compromising state I might actually die of embarrassment.

If that does ever happen, prior to you laying down to die, it would be appreciated if you would pop onto this site and report the experience, if it's not too much trouble.

Actually, I might have been a little hyperbolic about my reaction. I would be mortified if he actually caught me masturbating. But he has seen me naked before. He actually did more than just see me naked. But I don’t know if I can share that story, not because it was inappropriate, I’m just not sure how much of a “story” it would be. But I might give it a shot.

[iwanttowrite]

Hopefully she gets caught naked in the back yard and has to explain herself during one of her excursions.
Does she have a brother perhaps who could catch her?

Not to disappoint anyone, but I have never been caught masturbating in my backyard. Not yet at least. It’s not something that I do frequently. Only on occasion.

Also, I don’t have a brother or any siblings. But I do have a neighbor, and if he ever caught me in such a compromising state I might actually die of embarrassment.

Wait... Are you actually writing stories about real experiences for you, or is this fiction? Your post seems to imply that you are writing about your own real life experience, but then again, you could just be role playing.

Not all of my stories are going to be based off my personal experiences, but this one was, as was my first story. I might have exaggerated or altered some of the details, but I actually lived through most of the events.

[CinnabarSunset]

Well, I guess you succeeded at making yourself sleepy!

And maybe there's still just enough room here for nagging doubt: was there actually nobody else who saw?