She pulled the muddy and battered walking boots from their carrier bag in the boot of her car, tipping them out onto the floor as she slipped off her purple Converse without undoing the laces. Smiling to herself, she thought of her mother's disapproving face whenever she did that at home when she still lived there. She grabbed the walking boots and banged them together a few times to dislodge the excess mud, using her fingers to scrape off the dry mud that had collected on the laces (which were also still done up from her last walk. God she was lazy!). She undid the laces, sat herself on the edge of her car boot, pulled the boots on and laced them tightly, picking up the Converse and throwing them into the boot.

She grabbed a bottle of water from the front of the car, locked it and checked twice that it was locked. Rolling her eyes at herself at her OCD, she set off from the car park. She loved the sound that the gravel made under her walking boots as she headed past the pub towards what she considered to be one of the finest views in the county. It was certainly busy with visitors today. A little before the lunchtime rush, there were families with young children and dogs, the usual smattering of tourists carefully reading the information signs and walking routes, and of course, the gaggle of paragliders waiting in turn for the right gust of wind to lift them from the hill and take them high up into the blue sky. It didnt seem to matter what sort of weather Sussex was experiencing, there was always a wind up here on the hill that was perfect for them to get airborne.

She watched them for a short time, the vast array of different coloured fabric wings fluttering against the breeze. She was always impressed with their patience, the ability to wait for just the right moment, and then suddenly, they would break into a sprint down the steep hill, and then be thrust into the air as they caught the wind at just the right time, soaring upwards into the blue sky. She envied the views they must have from up above.

Her mind and thoughts shifted from the paragliders to the to the view in front of her; the sprawling views of East and West Sussex, over the Weald to the stunning hills of the North Downs in the distance, the picturesque villages of Poynings and Fulking nestled below. She thought of the words of William Blake and how right he was. It truly was 'England's green and pleasant land.' She breathed in deeply, inhaling the fresh air and the beauty she was surrounded by. She so loved coming up here. It always made her feel a sense of freedom and contentment. No matter how stressful her work life was, a few hours in the Sussex countryside always made her feel better.

Her reverie was obvious, a smile on her face, eyes sparkling, savouring the joy of her surroundings. Rght at this moment she hadn't a care in the world. She joined the path way towards the Fulking steps, smiling at other walkers, trying to pick out little landmarks far in the distance, The Royal Oak pub in Poynings with its delicious Sunday Roasts, and the local cricket pitch nearby. It was here she felt at her happiest, free from the distractions of real life. A satisfied warmth engulfed her whole being as she carefully descended the Fulking steps. Taking extra care on the uneven ground as the views disappeared from sight, she found herself alone walking through the shaded woods at the bottom of the steps.

The shaded area of the wood was a welcome break from the glare of the sun. As she wandered slowly through, she felt a warmth across her body and a pleasant and familiar ache in her stomach. She smiled, and then laughed at herself as she moved through the trees. "My God Sophie, I know you've been single for quite a while, but getting sexually aroused by the countryside is taking things just a little far." That wasn't strictly true of course, her and Kim had taken many many walks during their ten years together, and nature seemed to have the same effect on them both. Their outdoor 'adventures' had become something of a standing joke amongst their friends.

She wiped a bead of sweat from her forehead and moved on a little further, before spotting a large tree with a flat area and made towards it. She smiled again, remembering how she and Kim would always manage to find one of natures 'picnic tables', usually an old rock or tree, on their walks. She settled against the tree and sat, taking a sip of water to re-hydrate. Her right hand rested on her thigh. Even that soft touch of her finger tips sent little jolts of pleasure through her. The stillness of the moment was beautiful. There was not a sound to be heard aside from the birds way up in the trees above. It was like the world was standing still for her, the gentle wind rustling the trees and whispering at her.

She closed her eyes and laid her head against the tree, savouring the moment, and as she did so, her hand drifted along her inner thigh, coming to rest between her legs over her jeans, pressing her fingers more firmly against herself, fully aware of the heat beneath. The urge to touch herself was so powerful, and not one she wanted to fight. She briefly opened an eye, glancing around to make sure she was really alone, then let her fingers drag slowly upwards to flick open the top three buttons of her jeans, shifting her hips a little so they moved a little lower over them.

She slid her hand lower, slipping two fingers inside the waistband of her cotton knickers. Parting her legs a little wider apart, her finger tips traced through the soft red curls of her pubic hair. Dipping them lower, she exhaled and lett out an audible gasp as she felt the wetness that was already there. She let her fingers caress her soft puffy outer lips, spreading the moisture up and down her. She sighed again in pleasure. I felt divine, to be touching herself like this out in the open (masturbating partially clothed had always been a source of arousal for her, even at home).

She dragged the tips of two fingers upwards, pressing them directly against her clit, already a little swollen, and lifted her hips so her movements pressed back onto her pubic bone. This created a delightful friction as her fingers danced slowly over her clit, pressing gently and rolling them in a circle, familiar movements that she loved. She could feel herself getting wetter and wetter with each caress, which aroused her even more, her breathing deep and short. She could feel that her first climax was very close. The foreplay of her walk had heightened her arousal intensely. The movements of her two fingertips quickened over her clit, her body responding, arching a little as her orgasm rushed powerfully through her body, up her thighs directly to where her fingers caressed. Pressing her thighs together and pushing the two fingers inside herself, her climax took over her whole being. She let her fingers slide in and out of herself, bringing smaller little orgasms as tight lips released her fingers (her little after shocks, Kim used to call them).

Her mind wandered momentarily to Kim, to their times outside, the image of Kim's mouth on her breasts in an open field near the Long Man of Wilmington beauty spot. Kim nearly always kept her eyes on Sophie when she had kissed her breasts, when she grazed her teeth along the length of Sophie's nipples, when she sucked them gently and more firmly, when she bit them carefully, pleasures that Sophie had always loved.

She felt the urge for her breasts to be free. Sitting forward and reaching behind herself to undo her bra, she pulled it through the arms of her top and discarded it to the side, immediately pulling her top upwards, wanting to feel the cool air on her breasts. Her nipples were hard and aching. Her ache had only been partially satisfied. She wanted and needed more. Slipping her fingers back to the heat between her legs and gently pinching her clit between her thumb and forefinger, she once more let out a groan of pleasure. Circling her clit with a single finger, she carefully edged herself with firm but deliberate movements of her finger up and down her swollen jewel. She had little patience to edge for long as she needed to cum again. Quickening the movements against herself, her orgasm flowed from her toes. Unable to keep herself quiet..."fuuuckkk," as she came again.

She lay for a moment, a little dazed, her fingers inside herself, barely moving, but feeling the soft spasms of her inner walls, gripping her fingers tightly. Sophie's mind flitted again, to Kim, between her legs, her soft tongue pressed to her clit, two fingers curled deep inside her. Sophie wanted to replicate as best she could that delighful sensation.

She lifted her hips to pull her jeans down lower, past caring if anyone wandered past. Her bum was bare against the ground below, her legs spread wider. She began to move the two fingers inside herself, smiling at the sound of her wetness as the glided so easily in and out, pressing close to the sweet sensitve spot inside her each time. Her other hand moved to her clit. She ached for the the dual pleasure this touch would bring. Breathing deep and shallow as she fucked herself with her fingers, rolling her clit with her other. The build up was fast and intense, her other orgasms merely an hors d'ouevre for what was about to happen. She plunged her fingers deep and hard inside her wetness, with an audible squelch of her sex with each deep push addling to her arousal, her other finger dancing a rhythm over her clit. She felt her whole body begin to shake as her climax flowed through her, lifting her hips as the powerful orgasm took her whole body over. Biting her lip to muffle the sounds, but unable to prevent her gutteral cry...."oh my fucking Goddd, uhhh," as she came so hard, clasping her thighs firmly together and lifting her chest, her body flinching uncontrollably as the pleasure of her orgasm slowly subsided.

She took a short time for her breathing to recover, and her heart beat to return to normal. As she sat, she smiled. Se had not done anything like that, nor even felt the urge to, in a long while. She took a long gulp of water to moisten her parched mouth, looking at the flush of red at the top of her breasts that always appeared after an orgasm (orgasm rash, Kim had called it). Pulling her top down and easing her fingers from inside herself, wiping them a little on her jeans. As she did, she lifted her hips to pull them up, returning to an accpetable state of dress. She stood slowly, he legs still shaky, leaning against the tree for balance.

She took a moment to compose herself, and then she made her way through the woods, back to the main path up to the car park. She walked slowly, smiling at her surroundings once more. She walked slowly to the car, in something of a daze, almost in a world of her own. She clicked the button on her key fob to open the boot, swapping her walking boots back over for her Converse. She sat in the driver's seat and laid back from a moment before switching on the engine, closing her eyes and smiling. She flicked on the radio and started the engine, looking briefly down at herself, and her hard nipples trying the fight their way out of her top. "Oh shit," she thought to herself, "I left my bloody bra down there." She grinned, slipped the car into gear, and drove off.