Chilling with Cara
A lot of Cara's friends thinks she's a bit of an exhibitionist. Is that true? Not exactly... but, it doesn't stop her acting like one. ^^
This story was written as part of my Patreon Request Days for October, for the kind patron whose request was for me to write something for myself. It contains, perhaps somewhat predictably, F/Solo masturbation. :3
Chilling with Cara
Some of Cara's closest friends and lovers thought that the mouse was something of an exhibitionist. That wasn't true. She didn't get off on public displays of sexuality, at least, not with any special focus on the public part. The mouse was just very relaxed, very chilled out, when it came to when and where to express herself physically.
Pausing to catch her breath, Cara leaned against the fountain in the centre of the park. She leaned forward over it, peering down into the rippling water and smiling wearily at her slightly rounded, grey furred face and flushed pink ears. Teasing her earbuds free, the mouse shut off her music. She'd been pretty zoned out the whole way here, and now, before enjoying the same gently run back home, she wanted to enjoy at least a little fragment of reality. The park was pretty quiet, summer giving way to fall meaning that families spending time here for picnics and days out were now working while their kids were back at school. The rainfall over the last few days meant the ground was slippery with autumn leaves, so the older and less steady on their feet were fewer and far between, which left joggers like her, the occasional dog walker, and those lucky enough to have a mid-week day off from work.
Turning around as she revelled in the peace and quiet, resting her butt upon the stone of the fountain's sights, Cara giggled. The kind of giggle that meant she knew she was already in the midst of thinking of something fun. Something very fun, and very relaxing. Just what she needed right now before she got back into the rhythm with her music and pounded the pavement to get herself back to the warmth of her home and the comfy embrace of her couch.
Bending over, Cara teased loose the laces of her trainers. She hooked her thumbs around each of her socks' in turn, and pulled them off alongside her shoes. Her bare feet wriggled, and she gasped as her pink paws came to rest upon the cool stonework surrounding the fountain. They didn't remain there for long though, as the mouse eased herself up onto a proper sitting position upon the fountain's side, swung herself around, and dunked her bare feet into the water to soothe them after their incarceration within those thick socks and the sweaty shoes beyond.
"Mmmh... that's nice..."
She tilted her head back, glancing towards the sky where some geese were honking their way south. She splashed her feet, flicking glistening droplets off her toes before dunking them back under, gasping each time they were embraced by the rather cool water. She closed her eyes, and gave a happy sigh. No-one was around to tell her off for sitting on the fountain, never mind partially in it. No-one to try foolishly and make her feel guilty or embarrassed when she knew perfectly well that she was doing nothing to make anyone uncomfortable. She was all alone, perfectly at peace.
A soft moan escaped her lips, followed by a giggle.
"Hey..."
She murmured as she teased one eye open, and glanced down to where a hand was rubbing at the front of her lycra running shorts.
"...mmmm, h-how'd you get there?"
Nibbling on her bottom lip, she gasped as those wandering fingers found her clitoris. The sensation of the little nub being teased was dulled by the presence of fabric though, albeit just the one layer rather than the two one might have expected. That didn't remain a problem for long however, for rather than stopping herself now that she'd recognised her body beginning to tease itself, she wished to aid it, and help it achieve its goal. Her goal, however much she hadn't realised that she had one until just a few seconds ago.
"Oh. Ooh..."
Soon her hand was inside her shorts, stroking, caressing, pleasuring what flesh it found nestled hungrily within. She rocked gently back and forth upon the fountain's edge, occasionally glancing around at the several paths that led towards the park's central point but really not paying that much heed to anyone approaching. Cara tried to spread her legs, but the tight lycra fabric prevented her doing so. She groaned, but not in defeat. In desire, and determination. Mere moments later her shorts were around her knees. Two fingers were first rubbing more rapidly at her exposed and swollen clit, then bypassing the sensitive nub entirely and beginning to push in and out of her sensitive pussy, leaving the flat of her pink, furless palm to grind at her clit in their place.
Cara's breathing grew shallow and sharp, and her toes rose from splashing in the fountain's water amidst the swelling pleasure of her masturbation to sticking out in mid-air. They twitched and curled as the mouse's moans turned to more urgent and desirous grunts, quivering and splaying out as the movement of her fingers grew ever more rapid. Then, finally, they splashed back down against the fountain's water as Cara lost control. She gave a single, strangled cry of pleasure, and an equally singular spray of ejaculate peppered the fountain's surface with its delicate rain as the mouse began to cum.
Thirty seconds later, Cara swung her legs back over the side of the fountain and left them to drip dry dangling down onto the stone beyond. She made no effort to re-don her shorts, and it was only after a couple of minutes had passed, when she saw a pair of joggers ambling steadily out from some trees and along the path towards her, that the mouse hopped down, flashing them her bare crotch for a few seconds albeit at a distance, and tugged her running shorts back up to cover her rump and now flushed, recently spent pussy.
She hopped back up onto the fountain's edge, and sat there swinging her feet in the air as the joggers approached. They noticed her of course, and her bare feet. The man of the pair said nothing, but jogged on the spot as his counterpart, a collie, approached Cara with concern.
"You haven't twisted your ankle have you? We can call someone? Or, an ambulance if you think you need it?"
Cara beamed, giggling as she shook her head and hopped down to the ground once more. She stood on both feet together, and hopped individually upon each one to prove their sturdiness.
"Just cooling off in the fountain. I swear, if someone ever invents a comfortable pair of shoes, I might consider ever wearing them outside of jogging and formal-wear. But until then..."
Her voice trailed off, but the collie nodded and grinned in agreement.
"Yeah, I get it. I'd probably stop and take a soak myself, if this guy wouldn't die of second-hand embarrassment watching me trying to get my socks back on over my fur. It's hell. Anyway, you sure you're okay?"
Cara grinned at the collie, and at her Jack Russell partner who already was red face at the mere mention of being embarrassed by the other dog.
"Totally good. But thank you for stopping to check. Have a great run!"
She waved as the two dogs ran off, and slowly, almost reluctantly began to slip her own socks and shoes back on. Soon the mouse's earbuds were back in place, and as she listened to the beat of her workout music resume she felt her focus returning, and her determination to make good time on the run back home increasing. The little break there had been just what she needed. Not just the soaking of her feet, but all of it. In her still post-orgasmic state it was easy for Cara's chilled out mind to give itself over to the music and the rhythmic thumping of her shoes against the park's path. In her current state it would be less like running home and more like flying there, arriving on near autopilot.
At least... that would be the case assuming she didn't get distracted along the way. It may have been a perfectly delicious orgasm, after all, but had it satisfied whatever urges that particular set of circumstances had awoken within the mouse? Not even close.
Right now, Cara was chilled and eager to resume her run. But if the opportunity presented itself, and if her body's needs chose to assert themselves again before she got home? Well... she wasn't going to waste valuable time and energy on resisting herself, when just going with the flow wherever it took her would no doubt feel so very, very good.
By Jeeves
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