

Part 2
As I got up from the floor I realised my legs were wet. I'd got excited by the car almost seeing me crouching behind the bridge, praying it didn't turn onto the bridge and see me. I smiled and ran my hand through the juices that ran down my leg. It would be a shame to waist being so wet and excited and just carry on my walk.
So instead I decided that I'd sit on the bridge being careful not to fall of backwards and have a play. I sat with my legs apart feet just about touching the floor and I ran my hands up my legs from my knees until they touched in the middle and my right hand started to rub my clit and my left hand parted my lips open and and started to milk the wet juices out of my ready to play hole.
As I was getting more excited I could still hear the trees being cut down and the work going on as normal around me. But I wanted to lean back and get a better angle to play with. I looked around to check it was all clear still and I put my leg up onto the bridge and lent back slightly. I had more access to play now and I was getting so very wet. My finger just slipped all the way in with such ease as I moved it up and down and let my thumb play with my clit.
As I got more and more excited I didn't notice that the sounds in the distance of the logging had stopped. And just carried on playing in my own little daydream on the bridge amongst the treetops. I didn't realise I was being watched.