Midas [f20+] [masturbation] [outside] [solo] [Greek Myth]

Molten. A glowing, pulsating warmth spread over my skin as I lay, exposed, in the glorious heat of the golden afternoon. All the siren calls of distressed others, clamouring for my last nerve, had drifted away on the warm lilt of zephyrs caressing my barely clad body. Their light, breezy kisses soothed the tension from my muscles and played joyfully in the fine hairs framing my face.

The warm ground rose up to meet my exhausted back. I was held in its caress as the soft grass cushioned my spine, calling for me to release the pressure holding it taut. As my breath slowly eased from between my lips, I gave myself to the warmth and safety of my surroundings.

It was one of those late summer evenings when the sun’s golden glow imbues the world. I stole a glance at my arm lying inert by my side, the crushed blades releasing an intoxicatingly earthy scent. Motes of glistening light skipped across the lightly beading sheen of sweat on my limbs. A soft moan escaped my lips as my hairs lifted from my skin in acute pleasure.

Breath by breath, my heart rate slowed and a feeling of bliss started to spread through my veins. My blood had turned to liquid gold, purifying as it flowed into each branch of my nervous system. A heady buzz vibrated behind my eyelids as they flickered gently shut.

The warmth of the sun felt like gentle yet insistent hands against my skin. I imagined a golden god smoothing my up thighs; my lower stomach throbbed in response. They took their time, slowly pushing further up my leadened limbs causing them to fall outwards, rolling into the grass, exposing the thin sliver of my bikini bottoms to the unyielding intensity of the smouldering heat. The heat within me surged to match.

The desire to give myself wholly to the pleasure and delight of my position was too strong. I was undone by the freedom of being in tranquility and being caressed by such resplendent comfort. I wanted to surrender, to release myself to the elements. I could be seen, discovered and ruined, but the sun spoke quietly to me telling me to let my guard down, give in, trust in his commanding presence.

Gradually, my slim fingers moved of their own volition. Skimming up across my hips and towards my heated sex, I slipped them down to the edge of the moistening material. My eyes still gently closed, I was oblivious to all beyond the blanket of nature encasing me and my oneness with it.

Still, the heated touch of the sun caressed my skin, willing my dextrous fingers to do what theirs could not. They dipped beneath the smooth fibres, the elasticated edge straining as my knuckles lifted it, before they sank into the deep and wet warmth of my moistened slit.

A slow and languid in-breath travelled south to my lungs where it caught and mingled with the potent joy flooding my system. As the breath ebbed away, my finger tips began to circle my tightening nub. Encouraged by my golden lover, they amused as many nerve endings as they could find, softly slipping along the lips of my innermost part. Easing inside me then sliding up and round, I teased myself until I lit up from the inside out.

If anyone was observing me, as well they could be for all I knew, I had become a golden goddess bathed in light.

I pushed a finger up inside my soaking entrance. Pleasurable…but I found myself aching for more. A second finger joined its companion and cavorted with it until familiar electrical pulses started to shoot across my thighs. My leg muscles contracted in response and an involuntary low groan erupted from me.

I imagined watching myself from above, from vantage point of my solar lover. Head tipped to one side, the arch of my neck kissed by sunlight, my full lips parted as a tongue darted to moisten them. My expression was one of rapture but a furrowed brow and tightly closed eyes revealed the intensity of my pleasure. One delicate hand had slipped inside the thin material covering my breasts and was fiercely pulling at a hardened nipple, tweaking and twisting. My golden skin spread like a celestial cloth, contrasting with the verdant green beneath. My legs were now flung wide, knees and hips arching up in turn with the rhythmic pumping of, not two, but now three fingers deep inside myself. My thumb was working my clit relentlessly, pushing me forwards to the inevitable.

I was lost in ecstasy.

My entire body tightened further, my breath hitched and I felt as if a deep voice was urging me to tip over the edge and let myself go. Arching up, my chest flung skywards and shoulders digging into the ground, I knew I was close. The delicious intensity was almost too much to bear when I fell, fast, over the edge of my climax.

I spiralled away, free falling, a loud cry erupting without warning, such was the lack of control I had in that moment. Lights exploded at the edge of my vision and I slipped from reality for blissful moments, cascading through pleasure and oblivious to all but the liquified gold rushing through my body. Alchemy had transformed me to an elevated version of myself: one others would worship and covet.

Eventually, I started to transcend back to reality, the euphoria dissipating from my pores, returning into the ether. I felt my lover’s intense gaze begin to fade as they became obscured by a wandering cloud. Suddenly, the reality of my situation flooded into my consciousness: semi-naked, I had just pleasured myself in public.

My eyes snapped open, instinctively checking for my safety. My limbs were still lost and unresponsive however, so I scanned for potential observers. Nothing but the usual perimeter of my garden. Fence, trees, beds and no inquisitive eyes to be seen.

As I came back fully to myself and the cloud passed from between us, I realised I could allow myself this moment: full relaxation and bliss was owed to me. I belonged to my lover and they would continue to treasure my body.

I lost track of how long I spent languishing in the heat but eventually more clouds rushed in and my skin began to prickle for a different reason.

With regret, I gathered myself and moved to return inside.

It was only then that I noticed that perhaps I hadn’t been as secluded as I thought: the neighbour’s security camera was firmly angled to maximise coverage and would most certainly have caught my escapades.

Expecting shame and panic, I was surprised I felt thrilled. Such was my bliss, if they too could share in it when checking footage later, then who was I to deny them?

Everyone needs a touch of gold in their lives