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Elsie just didn't care anymore.

She'd tried to resist it. Tried to live with all these people and their stupid, pointless taboos. But no longer could she stand being stifled by these clothes upon her body. No longer could she bear to bare her form only in private, when she couldn't feel the sun on her fur and flesh or the wind upon her nipples and whipping between her legs, cooling the ache which lay dormant there almost constantly.

It would have been a lie to say that Elsie wasn't an exhibitionist, she was, but the tabby cat was also a naturist. She didn't love to be naked purely for sexual reasons, but she did love being naked, and she did love sex. The two went rather handsomely hand in hand, and on this day in particular they seemed to be a particularly perfect combination.

The park was almost empty. Almost, but not completely. An elderly couple were feeding the ducks a short distance away, and there were a few dog walkers out and about in various places, being dragged around by their naked, carefree and innocent pooches. Oh, how Elsie envied them. But today, she had decided, was the day she would cease to feel jealousy towards the lives of common dogs. Today she would cease to be a prisoner of her clothes and the society which forced them upon her, and be free, if only for a few minutes.

Sitting down upon the cool morning grass, still thick with dew even though the sun was beating down bright and warm above it, Elsie began to unbutton her blouse. She didn't make a big deal about it, didn't try to show it off, but she didn't try to hide it either. Beneath her blouse there was nothing, not another scrap of clothing to cover her body. They could make her dress if they absolutely insisted, but they couldn't make her bind her body in the wire cages that passed for bras these days. Besides, she wasn't exactly the most buxom lady ever, and could do without one quite easily. So what if her nipples sometimes poked through the fabric. No-one could arrest her for that.

For what she was about to do, however...

Casting her blouse aside, Elsie lay her body down. Her long, free flowing brown hair cascaded down to the grass beneath her, and before long her entire torso joined it against the soft, damp green grass. Arching her back and purring happily, the feline female lifted her hips off the ground and began to push down her light, summery skirt. Again there was no underwear concealing her nether regions from view, and Elsie was proud of that fact. A flick of the ankles and another deep purr as her hips lowered themselves back down to the ground, and the first part of her act of rebellion was complete.

She was naked. Bare, and free, in a completely public space. The sun and the sky were now her body's only companions, alongside the soft grass of course, and they were all that she needed.

"O-ohh yes..."

Shamelessly, not wasting any time or even trying to convince herself that she wanted to take her time as had been the case years ago, when she was younger and still rather innocent, Elsie lowered her right hand down between her legs. She drew her knees up, then spread them apart to provide the very best access for her questing digits, and began to rub in slow, leisurely circles over her clitoral hood. It didn't take long for the little nub itself to stiffen and protrude from the little flap of flesh, and when it did Elsie brought a fingertip into direct contact almost instantly. She hissed in shock at how sensitive she felt today, no doubt more aroused than usual thanks to the location, and pressed down on that button with the finger, testing her body's ability to contain her pleasure to its very limits. The sensation was exquisite.

With her cheeks flushed and her chest rising and falling a little more rapidly already, Elsie took great joy in looking from left to right, scanning the periphery of her vision for any voyeurs she may have attracted. To her left, the elderly couple on their bench some distance away didn't even seem to have noticed her. That was fair enough, as from their angle she might have just been sunbathing in a skimpy bikini. To her right however, one of the dog walkers seemed to have ceased his circuit of the park. Five dogs tugged and strained at their leashes, eager to continue with the usual daily routine, but he would not be moved. He watched, unable to believe his eyes, as a gorgeous cat in her mid to late twenties appeared to begin masturbating right there in the middle of the park.

Of course, Elsie couldn't know whether he was sure or not, but he certainly seemed interested enough to want to catch as much of an eyeful of her as possible. There was no mobile phone in his hand, either to call the police or to record what he was seeing, and so Elsie turned her eyes skyward again before closing them against the glare of the morning sun. She smiled, purred loudly, and resumed her fondling of her clitoris.

"Mmh..."

Almost without noticing, quite the feat when you considered that it was her own body who was doing the touching, Elsie's free hand had floated down to her left breast. She moaned softly, barely more than a murmur in fact, as she rubbed at the nipple between thumb and forefinger. It was such a cliche, a woman rubbing her nipples as she masturbated. Contrary to the majority of women though, including the porn actresses who popularised such scenes, Elsie truly was a fan of that sort of stimulation. Her nipples were large and sensitive enough to make a difference, and while she didn't have a lover to attend to them with his muzzle and rough tongue a couple of fingers were the best tool at Elsie's disposal to quell the aching need which arose in that portion of her body whenever she touched herself intimately.

"Mmmhhh..."

The next moan, louder and longer, arose as Elsie stopped concentrating on her clitoris and moved yet further with her fingers. She groaned happily as two digits slipped inside her suitably moistened nether regions, curling round with practised ease so that they might rub at the sensitive upper wall of her treasure which housed that clump of nerves which many women called their g-spot. It wasn't a rapid or intensely visual process by any means of course, Elsie's fingers barely moving at all as they rubbed at her nether regions, but it felt incredible. If there was a sensation more exquisite than a tongue or a pair of velvety fingertips rubbing at her g-spot, Elsie had never found it. She hoped that one day she would, of course, always on the look out for some toy or technique which would bring her to new heights of rapture, but for the time being her fingers were the best there was, and they were more than enough to satisfy the feline on this occasion.

"Oh my god, is she..."

Elsie didn't even open her eyes as she heard that inevitable gasp and exclamation from somewhere to her right, no doubt from someone who had passed the staring dog walker on the path and turned their head to see what he was eyeing so intently. She did, however, begin to rub herself a little more vigorously. After all, if someone was going to call the police and have her arrested the very last thing she wanted was to be thrown into a cell with her physical needs unsatisfied.

"Mmh... mhhh... m-mmhhh!"

A whole series of deep, rumbling moans escaped Elsie in rapid succession as she spread her legs wider still, the paw on her breast dropping to attend to her clitoris while she continued to rub and circle her g-spot with those same slow, almost imperceptible strokes of her fingertips. The tabby cat 's rump began to rise and fall from the grassy surface beneath her, Elsie beginning to hump her fingers gently as she rose towards a final peak in a series of minor eruptions and sudden jumps in the sensitivity of her innermost depths. She bit her bottom lip to hold back a cry which would surely have echoed around the park, hitting her g-spot and clitoris in unison with particularly firm finger-strokes and thus buzzing her body with pleasure so intense that it almost hurt. All the while, distant conversation rumbled with two, then three, then four voices.

"Oh my god, is that Elsie Briggs?"

"My father said she was a nudist, but I thought he was just being a dirty old perv."

"Should we call the police, or... or just leave her? I mean, what harm is she really doing?"

"What harm is she doing?? She's masturbating in the middle of a public park!"

Elsie giggled, in spite of all the not at all funny pleasure she was experiencing at that same moment. She couldn't help it. Actually hearing it, hearing someone else saying what she was doing, awoke something of a mischievous streak within the tabby. She stretched out, kicking her legs up into the air briefly and tossing her head back, and shamelessly, feverishly increased the speed and intensity of her g-spot stimulation for just a second or two. An ear splitting cry of pleasure echoed through the open air, and all four of the voices fell silent.

Panting, blushing brightly, and nearly on the verge of orgasm after that momentary hundred-fold increase in her most sensitive spot's stimulation, Elsie's head rolled to the right. She opened her eyes, beaming brightly, and looked over to where there were indeed four furs watching her. Three of them were about the dog walker's age, late teens probably freshly graduated from High School, and the fourth was a woman about her age whom Elsie recognised. It was her friend Phillipa; a good but rather reserved woman who must surely have been the owner of the fourth voice from before. Their eyes met, and to Elsie's immense shock, it looked from where she was lying that Phillipa smiled.

Without thinking, Elsie had kept on fondling herself as she gazed towards the small crowd of onlookers. Thus it was right then, as she let her guard entirely down while gazing upon her almost certainly smiling companion, that the tabby feline lost control.

"Oh..."

The smile faded from her own face, and beneath her fur Elsie's skin glowed crimson.

"Ohh m-my god..."

She tapped her fingers up against the flesh of her g-spot, and spread the labia of her slit lewdly with her other hand, abandoning her clitoris in the knowledge that to touch both areas during her orgasm would invite a blackout; something she really couldn't afford here.

"C-c-cahhh..."

Her back arched once more, entirely unplanned this time, and a few trickles of liquid ran down the lengths of the two fingers buried inside Elsie.

"C-Cumming!"

A moment later several potent squirts of feminine ejaculate burst forth from Elsie's treasure, each jet powerful and able to maintain coherence thanks to the female having spread herself open. They hit the ground and splashed, adding Elsie's dew to that of the soft, glistening grass, accompanied by a feverish cry of bliss from the feline. Elsie's body writhed and her hips jerked hungrily as she climaxed, her eyes losing focus and the sight of her onlookers fading into a pleasurable haze. She still knew they were there though. She could feel their eyes upon her just as she could feel the grass and the earth beneath her and the sun and the sky above her. It was exhibitionism at its finest, unstaged, unknown and entirely unplanned in its audience even to Elsie, who had never considered what might happen if she were actually caught by someone she knew and cared about.

"Yes... yessss..."

Slurring her moaned, pleasure stricken words happily, Elsie made the most of every last delicious second of her climax. She rubbed and tapped at her sweet spot until the sensation grew so intense it made her want to scream, and then...

Then it was over, and she was blushing, and giggling, and scrambling to gather up and re-don her blouse and skirt.

She was glancing from left to right, trembling with post orgasmic endorphins, adrenaline and excitement. Her eyes roamed over the small crowd, still watching, and settled on each of them in turn.

'Yes, you just saw this. It wasn't a dream.'

That was what her gaze said to each and every one of them, even to Phillipa, who still seemed to be smiling as she watched the feline female pull on her grass-stained skirt, and button up her crumpled blouse. The return to clothes wasn't pleasant, it never was, but with the knowledge of what she'd just done fresh in her mind Elsie didn't care anymore. Wearing clothing for the ten minutes it would take her to walk home was worth it. Knowing that several furs might be wandering around town spreading the news of what she'd done was worth it. Risking that call from the police, asking if they might talk to her down at the station. Even that was worth it, for Elsie to have had her moment in the sun.

And if by some miracle no one reported her to the police. If she wasn't driven out of town or shunned as a perverted pariah... then maybe, just maybe... she'd come back this time next week, and do the very same thing all over again.

By Jeeves