Even through sunglasses, the sun beats brightly through the lids of my closed eyes leaving a seared impression, like a blotchy red blanket, on my vision. It’s all I can see. I am blind. My focus narrows on my other senses, now strangely amplified. The sun on my body tickles like hot fingers gently brushing and caressing my skin. Sometimes tingling, sometimes searing, I could feel my skin contract and ripple in reaction to the sensation, almost like my skin is purring. A thin bead of sweat trickles down my side, tickling the contours of my body. So sensual.

I can hear a squirrel scratching up a tree on my left. Now another squirrel? Their claws scratch playfully on the bark of the tree like a game. I hear the thick sound of my neighbor’s riding lawn mower behind me. Sounds of birds and insects dance around me as I melt beneath the caresses of the suns rays.

The blindness excites a feeling of vulnerability… Secretly, I imagine that someone is watching. The thought stirs a warm feeling of excitement. I want to feel the sun on my bare breasts… I undo my bikini top and coax it to slip down onto the grass beside me. The thought of my neighbor watching me is deliciously hot. The heat on my bare skin is intense. I feel the skin around my areola tighten and my right nipple suddenly contracts and hardens, pushing out. I can feel it growing. The left nipple soon follows. God it feels so good. I want to brush my erect nipples softly with my hands—softly pinch their hardness—roll my palms ever so lightly across them but I am scared that someone might be watching. The silence of my neighbor’s lawn mower intensifies the feeling. Did he see me? Did he stop to watch me?

All over my body, I feel the little tingles of the sun hungrily ravishing my bare skin. My nipples intermittently becoming soft and hard, prickling and contracting the skin around my areolas as they stiffen. I am totally concentrating on this feeling, lying there on my back, pretending to be asleep, like a statue, sublime. My pussy is wet. My arms lay heavy at my sides. I am aching to move them—to let them play. I summon my courage. My heart races, my body vulnerable to unseen eyes, and I feel my hands lightly trace onto my thighs. Timid, they slide trembling, ever so slowly up my thighs, brushing past my pelvis, across my hot skin, slowly up my stomach…

My heart pounds in my ears. My nipples stiffen in anticipation as my hands reach the underside of my small firm breasts. I rub them lightly with the bottom of my thumbs and slowly move higher, my cupped open hands hovering over my breasts, lightly teasing just the very tips of my nipples with my palms. Then running the tip of each finger delicately across the tips of my nipples, teasing them into excitement, coaxing them to become even harder. My pussy aches in response. I feel like I must be visibly trembling all over. I imagine that a stranger is touching me. Lightly teasing my stiff, swollen nipples. Maybe it is the neighbor with the lawn mower…maybe it’s his wife. Maybe she is leaning over me and rubbing her erect nipples against mine... I lightly pinch each nipple between my thumb and forefinger. God, yes, that feels indescribably good. My nipples are so big and stiff and I pinch them harder. A moan escapes my open mouth. My legs are rubbing back and forth in anticipation of release. My nipples are on fire, my moans coming louder. I can feel muscles in my stomach and legs and pussy begin to contract. I can feel myself being driven over the edge and finally explode with a gasp—the waves of contractions washing up and down my body. I lay there, my eyes still closed against the sun, vulnerable, relaxed, content.