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Thursday, September 2, 2010

Pushing the Limits, challenge 3

Pushing the Limits, challenge 3 [part 4 of 5]
By: Little Pup (suplittlepup@yahoo.com)

Author's note:

It might help to read the previous chapters to fully understand the storyline, but if you are unable to for some reason, let me surmise things for you. To say Stu and I have history would be an understatement. The timing has never seemed to be right, and until recently, he didn't know about my feelings for him as I sought to keep him as a friend and was afraid it would ruin things. The challenges are a way for us to have a bit of fun, allow me to express myself, discover more of my sexual nature, and share it with him via writing since he can't be there in person.

As always, I appreciate feedback and comments, and I hope you enjoy!

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Our almost nightly ritual of chatting and occasionally swapping porn links often yielded good topics. It was in this manner that we had found out so much about one another. About two and a half weeks ago, he sent me a link to a video and said "I think you should try something like this."

I clicked on the link, and a new window opened on my screen to reveal a blonde woman in a low cut dress, walking in a park. She found a raised cement bench and sat down, facing away from the pathway. People occasionally walked past behind her, but she paid no attention to them. She started to play with herself there, out in the open, exposing her breasts and crotch with reckless abandonment. She was overly suggestive, and it's amazing to think that no one noticed, but she eventually got herself off.

Not much more was exchanged between us that night, he had to get up early in the morning for work, and it was already technically morning. It wasn't an official challenge, but it was enough to plant an idea in my head. I wasn't sure how I'd manage it, but I wanted to figure it out.

The perfect opportunity came when my brother offered to take my son to a baseball game. As it turned out, I'd have the whole day of the game to myself. I knew I wouldn't be able to see him for breakfast that day, as he was working on his usual day off. I was supposed to call him around 3ish to see about meeting him after he got off work, so I could get a book from him. He had me addicted to a new series, and I needed the next book. I'd call him later, and see what we could figure out.

I decided I'd enjoy my day of solitude by embracing my love of photography, and packed my camera bag making sure I had everything I'd need: camera, lenses, film, batteries, flash, lens cleaner. I was all set, and grabbed a bottle of water for the trip. At the front door, I stopped and went back, grabbing my vibe from its hiding spot thinking that maybe I should be prepared. It could be kind of fun to tell him in person of any fun I might have...

I drove up to the mountains, and went to my old thinking spot, Mt Falcon. I hadn't been up there since I graduate from High School and it was just as I remembered. Depending on where you looked, you could see downtown off in the distance, or the highway winding further into the mountains. Mt Falcon was technically open space, and there were pathways and trails. I ventured down Pawnee trail, just like I always used to, and enjoyed the 2.5 mile hike. I took some pictures, mostly of the gnarled trees that surrounded me. As I made it back to the beginning of the circular trail, I decided I'd head down and go to a park I used to frequent.

The park was busier than expected, but I suppose with school being out, people wanted to take advantage of the beautiful day. There was a playground that had kids crawling on it like ants on an ant hill, but behind the playground was a lake. I walked around the lake, stopping at each bench along the way. I was trying to find the right place to risk getting caught for indecent exposure, but none seemed right. As strange as it seemed, I needed that little bit of umph of a challenge to push me to complete the task. I wanted to, I thought it could be highly erotic, and freeing, plus there was the thought of telling him about it; but without the challenge, it didn't seem quite worth the risk.

I dropped off the film from Mt Falcon on my way home. I called him around 3ish and we agreed to meet for a drink at a restaurant by his house. It worked for me, as it was on my way down south to pick up my son. I changed out of my hiking attire, as I'd been sneezing on the way home. There must've been something that triggered my seasonal allergies. It was no big deal, besides; I could at least try to look cute for our meeting. I changed into a jean skirt and a tank, and put the external vibe in my panties before I headed out to get the film before heading down to meet Stu.

I beat him there by only a few minutes, and we ventured inside together after putting the books in our respective vehicles. We were led to a table, and ordered drinks as well as trivia players. It had been years since I had played trivia at a restaurant, last time had been with him. I'm horrible at trivia, always have been, but I still find it fun. I hadn't had a drink around him since our friends got married a few years back, and I was waiting for our conversation to take its usual turn towards sex so I could tell him about being a chicken at the park. We played one game before his girlfriend called and met us at the restaurant. We played a few more games of trivia, before I had to leave to go get my kiddo. Brief hugs were exchanged, and I left. In the car, I reached up my skirt and took the vibe out of my panties. He never used it that day, but I didn't think too much about it.

That Saturday I got some free time again. I told my hubby I was going to go take some pictures, and went on yet another quest to get some amazing photographs and some nerve. I took some shots at one of my favorite local, manmade waterfalls, then went on to another park I hadn't been to since High School. After finishing out the roll of film, I sat on a bench facing one of the two lakes at the park. I was wearing a skirt yet again, and got up the courage to at least try Stu's suggestion. As my hand slid up my thigh and came in contact with my center, there was a thump behind me, followed by a series of smaller thumps. I looked behind me to see a guy, waiting for his German Sheppard to return with the tennis ball. It had landed right by the bench, and I smiled at the dog as she retrieved her toy and ran back to her owner.

I reloaded my camera, using that as an excuse to be sitting on the bench, then went on my way. There was a creek along one side of the park, and a few trails meandered down by it. I walked along, taking pictures and hoping to find a secluded spot. The water in the creek was flowing nicely, and it made for a scenic little reprieve. I was lost in my viewfinder, when I heard splashing in the water. The same German Sheppard was bounding through the water chasing down her ball. There are few things more joyous than seeing someone, or something truly enjoy themselves, and that dog was an image of pure bliss.

She took her ball back to her owner, and he threw it again. This time, the ball got swept in a current, and the dog followed closely behind. The current led to a downed tree with twigs and branches bunched up along it. In short order, I could tell the dog was getting tired fighting the current and it was only a matter of time before she got stuck. I set down my camera bag and started to wade out into the water. Her owner was climbing on the downed tree in an attempt to get her, and in a moment of ingenuity stepped on the twigs and branches. They gave way under his weight and his foot got stuck. I helped the dog, then him, and they were on their way; leaving me wet and smelling like creek. I went back home, and resigned myself to the idea that it wasn't the day for fun.

That night I talked with him online, and told him about my dilemmas. He laughed at me for being "all heroic" with the dog. He seemed to understand what I meant about not being able to be so risqué without having a challenge to back it up, and so he issued one. "I forgot the format I used when issuing challenges. But I think it went something to the effect of: Your mission, should you choose to accept is to find time to get out in the open and masturbate to completion. Toys or bare handed your choice, then of course you have to tell me about it."

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This last week has been kind of strange. Our conversations weren't their usual long-winded fun, he seemed distracted. It turned out he was writing a story of his own for posting here on ES, after a conversation we'd had. I told him I thought it could be fun to read about an idea he had, and he said he'd have to think about it. Much to my surprise, one night instead of chatting with me like usual, he hid behind the excuse of reading his book to write the story. I knew it was his as soon as I started to read it. He wrote just like he talks and his syntax was the same. I smile to myself knowing he had done it on my behalf, and that somehow made it special.

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We met for breakfast the day after his story posted. We had stayed up far too late the night before, finally able to chat like we usually did without his distraction. Unfortunately, our late night made for a quiet morning, but we stayed at the restaurant for a few hours, and coffee helped in waking us up.

As per usual, I had the vibe in my panties, knowing full well he had the remote to it. If he chose to use it, I'd get to have a little bit of fun. We had talked about how using the external or the internal vibe wasn't enough to get me off. He had suggested at one point trying to use both at the same time, but we hadn't had the chance. This day, I decided that would change. If he used his remote, I'd use mine. It wasn't until we were done eating that I felt the familiar buzz tickling my clit. I switched the internal one on as well, and the feeling was amazing. I felt so naughty sitting there with my son by my side, trying to pretend to be interested in drawing on his placemat while I was humming next to him.

Stu would switch his on, and so would I; and he'd decide when they went off as well. I think he figured out what I was up to when my son asked what was in my hand (since I was holding my remote), but I hid it and acted like I didn't know what he was talking about. Up until that point though, I hadn't said or done anything to really give away the fact that I was trying to get off. I doubt I could've with my son sitting right there, as moms have to put some restrictions on themselves for benefit of their children. However, my self-imposed restrictions didn't matter, my internal vibe stopped working at breakfast. It was sad, as I'm pretty sure it would've done the trick.

After a while, we decided we ought to leave the restaurant. We opted to go to a park, as it was a beautiful day. We played Frisbee, and it was like old times; laughing and joking, rough housing and having fun. I had forgotten what it was like to be carefree, and that afternoon showed me again. I had left my remote in the car since the vibe had stopped working, but with it being internal I wasn't about to remove it. There were times when Stu and I would converge on the Frisbee on the ground, when my son threw it short, and as I'd get close to him, the external vibe would start. It was amusing, and got even more so, when it started making noise. I'm pretty sure it's dying as it sounds like I have chipmunks in my crotch trying to converse with squirrels.

We played on the playground a bit, before leaving it to the kiddo. We sat on a bench and talked, all the while laughing at the "chipmunks". He said he didn't know why he kept bothering with the vibe, as it never seemed to get me anywhere. I tried to convince him that it was worth it, but I'm not sure he believed me. Eventually we went our separate ways, and I went home and got my kiddo in quiet time before teasing myself to orgasm.

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Stu was out of town and I was missing my conversation buddy. Its amazing how much you fall into habits and don't even realize it. The first night, I found myself feeling a bit alone. The weather helped to assuage my boredom and loneliness, and I was able to busy myself taking pictures of the cityscape with the storms overhead. I even managed a few pictures of lightening, which made me happy. I wanted to share the happy with someone, since I've wanted to capture lightening on film since I first started taking pictures; but my husband was uninterested entirely, and Stu was out of town.

I opted to do some reading here on ES before going off to bed, and the few comments I had about my most recent story made me happy. It got the most response thus far, and I figured out that I like hearing what people think and knowing what gets them going. I went to bed alone, like I'm used to and before I drifted off to sleep, I told myself I'd complete the challenge while Stu was gone so he'd have something to read when he got back home.

The next day didn't yield an opportunity. I was scheduled to work that morning, as they were expecting a busy weekend. It wasn't all that busy, but I was there far longer than I was originally supposed to have been. The extra time at work ate up the free time I would've had before having to meet my sister-in-law for dinner. The day was pretty much a waste as far as completing the challenge, and it made me a little sad.

The next day I told my husband I'd meet him at our ren group's practice in a bit, as I had a few errands to run. He was indifferent, as always, and left with our kiddo. I smiled to myself as I left shortly after and went to the nearest park, which just so happened to be the one we had played Frisbee at. The park wasn't busy, at least not by the playground, and I started to feel myself up. I sat on a bench, and again slid my hand up my leg to my center. I had my internal vibe in place, and flipped the switch on. I began stroking myself through the material of my thong, when there was a rumble of thunder. I shrugged my shoulders to myself after looking up at a grey sky. Above me wasn't menacing, so I didn't give it much thought. If I got rained on a little it wouldn't be the first time.

Hail however was an entirely different story. No rain fell, at least not at first, but getting pelted with pea sized bits of frozen ice killed any mood I had started to have. I laughed at the irony of the whole situation, as I ran back to the shelter of my car. By the time I reached the car, the rain started fall hard. I had to get going, to meet my husband and others at gathering.

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That leads me to today, where I managed an hour to myself. My good friend wanted to take my kiddo out to lunch with hers, and knowing all I've been going through with family health issues, she thought I could use a brief break.

Since I only had an hour, I couldn't go too far; but I went back to the park where the dog got stuck. I had found a lovely little alcove, which had a tree hanging down over a dirt patch as though it were a bench, set there for the sole enjoyment of passer-bys. Again, wearing a skirt made the task easy and no rain ruined my parade to fun. It was mostly secluded, and I would've missed it myself had I not been taking pictures. From the side of the creek with the alcove, you seemed to be in another world. All around was green, and little yellow flowers speckled an area behind the downed tree.

When I sat, the tree bobbed gently up and down, but it was secure. Before I left, I grabbed my camera bag since it still had my vibe in it. Feeling that I was relatively safe from being discovered, I set out to find pleasure among the trees. I knew there was a decent amount of people around, but if they didn't look, and I was quiet enough; I figured I could go unnoticed.

My hand made its way up my thigh, and found the gusset of my panties. I was thinking about the fact that this was my last shot to "do the deed" before Stu got back in town. I was excited, and it made me smile at the fact that in a few short hours I would be writing about it. The gusset was wet to the touch, and as I applied a bit of pressure; a sigh escaped my lips. I slipped a finger around the panties, and pulled them to the side. I ran a finger up my slit, and my lips parted easily under the slight pressure. When I reached the top of my slit, I shuttered when I made contact with my clit. I rubbed circles around it, bringing myself a bit higher.

Suddenly, there was a rustling on the trail behind me. I froze, trying to steady my breathing. Two guys were walking down the path, talking about what they wanted to do tonight. They walked past me, and stopped at the top of the hill on the pathway to look at the creek. If they turned to look behind them on the path, they'd see me with my fingers still rubbing around my clit. There was something exciting about knowing that I could get caught, not that I know what I would do if I had, but the thought was a turn on.

I slipped a finger inside, and I was surprised at the heat that emanated from me. A slight moan escaped my lips and I froze again, afraid I might have been loud enough to be heard. I looked to the guys still standing on the hill, and noticed they were still talking; apparently there was a party tonight. Having them so close was almost enough to deter me from the task at hand... almost. It was my last moment to get this done, and the time was quickly slipping away.

Determined to complete the challenge, I slid my finger in and out. The other came down to rub my clit, and before I knew what was happening, I was moving my hips to meet my thrusting fingers. It was a fast climb to bliss, complete with a drawn out moan and a gasping of surprise as the guys turned their heads in my general direction. I'm sure I was beet red as I righted my clothing, grabbed my camera bag, and emerged from the green wonderland I had been in.

Trying to act like nothing was out of the norm, I strode past them on the pathway, politely saying "Excuse me" as I past. I heard some random comment about how my skirt and tank wasn't exactly hiking attire, and the other told his friend to say something. A hesitant "Wait" came out of the one guy, and I stopped and turned around, knowing I had been figured out and not knowing how to get out of the situation. "Um.... Do you know what time it is?" He finally asked. I looked at my trusty cell phone, and told him 12:37. I smiled as I turned back, to head to my car. I had just enough time to get back home before my kiddo got back.

Then, it was time to write! We'll have to see if more challenges are to come, now that we know acts of nature and freak hail storms aren't enough to deter me!

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