24. Park 1 (2)
I'm such a pervert. A filthy slut. Anyone who sees me might think I'm a disgusting bitch. But... but... it feels so good. Just flashing my bare pussy at the camera was dizzyingly thrilling. The air brushing my skin and the camera's indifferent lens felt like they were gazing down at every inch of me, filling me with humiliating shame. That gaze ignited electric pleasure surging through me, my whole body heating up until I couldn't care less about my surroundings.
Still, something felt missing. Maybe... just a little more... here... would be okay? I've already gone this far—there's no escaping the pervert label no matter what. So more should be fine, right? I trot out the same excuse I've used a dozen times before. The whispering thought floods my mind. I know it's sophistry, but I can't help it. I know full well it's just a rationalization... but I can't hold back anymore. My heart races wildly, my body burning hotter. Amid the crashing waves of desire blurring my vision, I can't stop the thoughts bubbling up. I've come this far already... I can't just turn back now.
I grab the panties shoved aside and gently part my tightly closed outer labia with both hands. My aroused pussy is so swollen with juices that every touch yields a soft, squishy sensation. Haa... As I spread it sideways bit by bit, moans slip out unbidden. Even with the puffy mucous membranes, it's not hard to pull them apart. Soon my pussy gapes open left and right, the explicit hole captured fully by the camera.
...So embarrassing. This is way more shameful than just showing my naked body... Well, of course it is. Who the hell shows the inside of their hole like this? Other than poking around out of curiosity as a kid, this is the first time I've even looked inside my own. And now it's all being recorded on camera. No matter how I think about it, my brain must be broken.
But that self-loathing and depravity only make it feel better. It really looks like a hole. Not part of a human body—like some masturbation toy's orifice. I get why guys call pussies "holes"... The pale pink membrane inside, shallow near the entrance, stands out clearly. Proof of my untouched virginity, with transparent nectar trickling out from between it. Yet beyond the hymen looms a black void of unknowable depth. So lewd... I swallow hard without realizing. Out here in the open because no one's around, exposing even my deepest parts. If it's recorded on my phone, someone could see it no matter how careful I am...
But that excites me so much. The breeze grazing between my legs, the rustling leaves, the shadows shielding my body—everything feels incredible... My legs ache from standing spread-legged so long in this awkward pose. I straighten up, giving strength to my stiff thighs. What should I try next? The playground right in front of me—I came here once before, but I haven't used every piece of equipment. Today, I'll try them all without leaving any out.
Among them, the seesaw catches my eye. An old plastic one sits lonely on the dark green urethane mat. But its position is tricky. In the center of a tall shrub fence with a wide human-sized gap, the seesaw sits smack in the middle of the playground—visible to anyone passing by if they're not careful. No cover at all, streetlight pouring in relentlessly, as if determined to expose me. The park has no lights inside, letting me hide in the dark, but not on the seesaw.
All I'm wearing is black lace panties and a white t-shirt. At a glance, they might pass for short shorts, but anyone looking closely would spot the panties. Under the light, I might get caught. Even from the shadows, the thin fabric screams "panties." ...Well, they are panties, so of course they look like it. I can't go out into that open space like this. ...T-Truth is, stepping out at all is something I shouldn't do. But that's what makes it thrilling... I can't help it.
I inch my trembling legs forward carefully. My bare feet slip into the slippers, my unmarked white legs emerge, ...and the black panties that I hope look like shorts appear one by one under the yellow light. The brightness stings my eyes, making me squint. I naturally turn my back to the alley, facing the park. Absolutely not... Not turning to heighten the thrill or spot passersby late. It's just too bright. Not my fault...
The camera lens on the distant bench still points at me. Too far for the small screen to be clear, but under the orange glow, the silhouette of a woman with legs spread is unmistakable. Haa, so tense. I might hear footsteps or sense someone coming, but turning my back doesn't change that...
Fierce excitement blazes deep in my chest, stiffening my body. Heat radiates clearly from my skin. Breezes cool it as they brush past, but the fire doesn't fade. If anything, the wind sharpens the sensation, stimulating my whole body. If someone saw me now or my face in a video, I'd be flushed beet red. No one's watching, but the camera's gaze feels vivid, sticky, alive—roaming my body, making the space between my legs throb with need. Shame tickles my mind relentlessly. But it feels so good at the same time. Just the thought of getting caught sends pleasurable shivers through me. My already soaked panties grow wetter. My rigid legs, loving this spot, refuse to move. Honestly, freezing here and savoring everything around me would feel amazing. But... I came to play on the playground tonight. Can't just stand still.
The fact that I'm not leaving out of danger baffles even me. What a perverted slut. Lowest pervert. Rag whore. Dirty bitch. Self-degrading insults flood my mind. What if I get caught and it's a huge problem? I force my reluctant legs to move. Along the way, I grab my phone and scan around, adjusting the angle to capture the seesaw and park entrance at once. Recording everything I do. Every filthy act, proving what a pervert I am. Nothing left out.
I climb onto the seesaw cautiously. The plastic feels cold, familiar yet alien. I rode these a lot as a kid... Faint memories of innocent days flash by—Mom gently rocking my little brother and sister on the other side. But as my current state crosses my mind, those memories shatter. Lewd reality overwrites the nostalgia in an instant. The plastic against the bare skin spilling from my panties feels strangely new. With my legs spread, even more skin bulges out than usual. Well, I've never sat on a seesaw dressed like this as a kid or adult, so of course it's awkward...
What the hell am I doing? My mind reels in confusion. Reason tries to scold me—What are you doing?—but excitement-dominated me has no interest in answering. In an empty playground at night, pants off, panties exposed... Sitting on a seesaw with streetlights obsessively illuminating me. If I pump my legs, it'll rise and crash down, echoing loudly through the quiet park. Anyone passing by would look out of curiosity...
My heart pounds noisily. Shame and fear shrink my body, yet heart-exploding thrill urges me on.