Discovery, Chapter 1

by Sandi

This is the first in a series of discoveries by little Sandi.

I never really played with myself much when I was young. I mean, I touched myself, and explored myself a little. It was naughty and interesting, but it never felt good enough to keep my interest. That seemed to change suddenly when I was about nine.

I was playing alone in the backyard pool while my mom was somewhere in the house doing mom things. I wasn't in much danger being in the pool alone because it was an above ground model and I was tall enough to touch bottom. I only had to stand on my toes in the center where my dad had dug the ground out deeper. Mom checked on me once in a while, but I was pretty much on my own.

We lived outside of town, so most of my friends were too far away to be regular visitors. To get together, our moms would take turns driving us. That meant several days a week for the whole summer I was alone, an only child, in a clearing in the woods. I loved to walk in the woods. I have always been an outdoors kind of girl. But that summer the pool was suddenly more than a place to cool off.

I was just walking slowly around the pool, gliding in the water in my own little world and humming to myself. As I got closer to the skimmer built into the side of the pool I noticed it had a few leaves stuck in the strainer. I stretched over the side and removed the lid to clean out the leaves the way I had seen my father do it many times. Sometime during the process I noticed the feeling of the pool jet on my leg. The water pressure pressed into my skin like a massage and tickled. I laughed and moved, and the jet brushed across the front of my suit between my legs. The sudden intense sensation caused me to convulse in surprise. Wow! I cautiously moved back into the flow again but the sensation was too strong and I had to move away. I backed up and tried again. It was incredible.

At the right distance the sensations were perfect. I had never felt anything like it before. The water throbbed against the front of my suit between my legs and took my breath away. I felt dizzy and out of breath and the world seemed to fade out. Within a minute or two I felt like I had to pee and the sensations were getting to be too much for me to handle. I glided around the inside of the pool for a few minutes until my legs seemed strong enough to hold me up before I climbed out and headed into the house.

I passed my mom as I headed to the bathroom. I was sure she could see evidence of what I had done on my face. I stepped into the bathroom and closed the door quickly and leaned against it. After a few moments I made sure the door was locked and stepped over to the toilet. I skinned off my bathing suit and sat on the toilet and peed. Then I leaned over and looked down at myself. Nothing seemed different. I used my hand to hold myself open and looked closer. My kitty seemed a little more red than usual but not anything to be alarmed about. I began to gently explore with my fingers, putting the tip of my right index finger between the inner lips, then using two fingers to pull them apart. Everything seemed OK. I noticed my little butterfly, what I called my clit as a child, seemed to stick out a little more than usual. I ran a finger over it. I hadn't discovered the joys of lubrication yet, so my dry finger didn't seem like much fun. I wiped and flushed before squirming back into my clammy suit. I had to go try that water jet again.

For the rest of the afternoon I alternated between the water jet kitty massage and gliding around in the pool trying to slow my heartbeat. By the time my dad got home and Mom called me in to eat, my poor little kitty was sore and I was totally frustrated. I just felt like something more was supposed to happen. I was tired and crabby and went to my room after helping clean up the dishes. I fell asleep watching television and dreamed of the one time I swam in the ocean. I dreamed the waves were rushing in and pounding between my legs. It felt so good I didn't want it to stop even though everyone on the beach was staring at me and knew what I was doing.