That was a great secret and I loved you for sharing it with me. To me it shows you are human, a beautiful, sweet and sexy woman aware of your sensuality and the beauty of your natural surroundings.

I have masturbated in all sorts of places. Once in a theatre during a particularly erotic scene. Sometimes because I was moved by a glorious sight such as you described. One time I remember was in the middle of an Australian desert near a place called King's Canyon on a beautiful starry night, so clear with a zephyr of an Easterly breeze blowing. The moon's silvery light was just starting to make its presence felt as it rose over the dark horizon.

I was well over 2,000 Km away from my then lover and was missing her so much, missing her touch, her warmth, her loving and almost mesmerised by the glory of the night.

As I gazed out on the beauty of the night my thoughts turned to her. At such times thinking of my lover arouses me. Come to think of it it always does!

As I was approximately a kilometre from the resort and alone I felt as you did ... I felt an urgent need within to express myself in that very personal way. In a way that was indicative of my loneliness and the wondrous natural phenomena that enveloped me; by masturbating 'till I reached the glorious internal quietness that follows an orgasmic experience.

My nipples had swollen hard from the cool night air. I started to become aroused my body tingling in empathy; my breasts sending signals to other sensitive areas creating an awareness of my sensuality that was overwhelming in its strength.

So that night, right there I unbuttoned my blouse and slipped my fingertips down inside my bra where I played with my areolae, my nipples, and my breasts. Indeed, after a few minutes of almost absent mindedly fondling I so aroused that I became quite rough with them so much so that my body sent messages to my clit and I became quite damp in my groin. Lets face it I was drenched!

Before long my hand had wandered to my thighs very aware of their softness as I stroked there and that increased my arousal as I knew it would. From there up my short poly- cotton skirt to touch myself but so very lightly and without entering myself although the urge to do so was strong.

I longed to be free of my clothes; to be with my lover, at one with nature and my vast, wide country. I slipped over the railing and into the Australian desert bush. Then up onto a large rock overlooking the landscape. I was quite alone and so longing for my love.

I undressed and stood up straight looking at my body in the moonlight seeing my nipples hard and proud; poking themselves defiently out to the world. My skin; my body looked glorious in this moonlight, my breasts and stomach looked creamy, the little strip of fuzzy hair I leave darker than my skin except for the pearl above my navel that glowed in the bright moonlight. My legs long, slender but powerful and strong. I felt good and I felt that I looked good. I parted my legs flexing my leg muscles and squeezing my pelvic floor delighting in the sensuality of squeezing, releasing, squeezing again and again.

My eyes returned to gaze in awe at nature surrounding me. My fingertips went to my lips playing gently feeling the heat, and the pink swollen soft wetness. Gradually more forcefully as I became really very aroused my fingers entering my silky wetness quickly finding my sensitive areas.

I had been fingering quite powerfully with two, perhaps three fingers, in myself and my thumb pressing hard against my swollen clitoris so engrossed in the ecstasy of my self induced heady world. My body had long changed from its delightful tingling to indescribable pleasure trembling as I built to my ultimate climax.

I can't remember how many times or for how long I had orgasms but each racked my body in delectable spasms; my lubricating, orgasmic honey like juices spurting all over. After what seemed ages I came down from my acute high back into my natural world, into reality. I sat, my legs had trouble holding me up!

I became suddenly aware of a wonderful feeling of contentment, of peace, of being at one with my world. I sat on the cool rock for five, perhaps, ten minutes before I reluctantly put my clothes back on and wandered back to the resort thinking again of my loved one back home. Thinking, "That was for you my darling." I slept well that night cuddling my pillow.

So we are not so different, you and I, Anita. Maybe sensual or sexual experiences such as these take on a spiritual aspect that is a part of our being, well perhaps at least for me it certainly is. It is a beautiful thing, of that there is no doubt and that we can share it is wonderful for me to know.

With love sweet Anita,
Alessia
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