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).