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Rubbing in the woodsI like to masturbate outdoors, and I know other men who share my passion. But until recently I never thought it was something females did very often. Turns out they do from time to time, you just have to be very quiet, and lucky, to catch them at it!I’d been going to some woods near work on the odd lunch break through the summer to get my pants down and wank off in the trees. I hadn’t been doing any dogging, I was just enjoying my time alone. I’d get well off the beaten track before taking my trousers and pants down and masturbating in the open air. When I was close to cumming, I’d squat down and finger my asshole while I spunked my load into the leaves on the forest floor. It was a lovely wind down from work. Every summer there is so much overgrowth it’s easy to find a quiet space to yourself.The last three times I’d done this on my lunch break, around the same time of day, I’d passed a young lady walking the other way into the woods along the main path as I returned to my car. She was attractive. Early 20s, maybe younger. Short blonde hair to her chin that hung at a sharp angle like she sometimes chewed it or got it stuck in the lipstick in the corners of her mouth. She habitually pushed it back over her head, or tucked it behind her little ears, only to have it fall straight back again. She wore a short skirt and summer shoes, with the tops of her feet and ankles exposed, and a small denim jacket. She didn’t look at me at all the first two times I passed her on my way out but on the third time, had to at least make eye contact and smile out of politeness, since we kept passing. She seemed to have a pre-constructed opinion of me, like she knew me. But I didn’t recognise her. I’d never seen her before.I decided the next time I was horny at my desk to go a little later and see if I couldn’t bump into her in the woods. Sub-consciously I suppose I had the fantasy that I’d be in the bushes with my pants down as she walked past on the path a little distance away, having left a little later and being longer on ‘the job’.. what a thrill that would be. I might smell her perfume as she went by.. she wouldn’t see me, but I’d see her and be pounding my cock without her knowing.When I got to the woods I was 15 minutes later than usual so I thought I’d have still arrived before her, just, but her car was already there. When you’re a regular dogger, you get good at working out which car belongs to who in secluded car parks and country lane lay-bys! I headed into canlı bahis the woods, treading quietly for some reason, I don’t know why. I stifled a laugh. Be nice, I told myself. You’ll pass her on the path, say hello, and then go about your ‘business’ afterwards with her image fresh in your memory. I’ve never in my life set out to ‘stalk’ or frighten anyone.. but something in me was curious what she was doing in the woods the same time each day. The pattern was similar to mine. And it was like she had arrived earlier today for some reason..I didn’t see her all the way down the path into the woods, and I soon reached the bench where I turn off into the woods to get to my favourite spot.. off the trail. I carried on quietly, moving slowly, picking my way through the trees. I arrived at my secluded spot this way by a longer route around.. the spot is concealed but faces a path a little way off so occasionally I get lucky and can find myself masturbating as somebody walks past.. not so close they could see me, but I can see them from where I’m crouching.I moved quietly over the early Autumn leaves, checking nobody had seen me leave the path, and as I picked my way under a large overhanging tree that acts like a curtain across the area that leads to my favourite spot, I saw something in the trees ahead. A flash of red, some blonde hair. She was here! She was in my spot, crouching down!?A thrill ran through me. I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t know what she was doing. Was she peeing? The thought made my cock begin to grow. I have only rarely been lucky enough to witness a lady peeing in the outdoors. She flicked her hair and ran it back over her head with one hand, and stayed crouched down, facing the way I usually do into the woods in the direction of where the path runs on the other side of the my, our(?), hiding place.I was getting an erection. What was she doing? Should I leave? She’d be humiliated if she turned or stood up and saw me watching. I was only about 20 yards (meters) away. I looked behind me. I’d left the trail and was a way into the trees myself now, but it would be a bit risky for me to do anything myself stood where I was. Still. My cock was very hard now. She put the same hand on her head to keep her hair out of her face. Her other hand stayed out of sight, maybe holding the ground for balance.. or.. she couldn’t be peeing, it was taking too long. What was she doing? I crept forward just a bit to stand the other side of a tree from where I had come bahis siteleri from, just a couple yards closer. Her shoulder was moving.She was masturbating. She was crouching in my spot, masturbating. Her red skirt hung down loose over her ass so I couldn’t actually see for sure. She wore that small denim jacket, and lent with her elbow on a tree for support while holding her hair out of her face with the same hand. She crouched, hunched over, her little blue summer shoes sticking out from under her skirt, heels kicked out, toes pointed in. She could have been peeing, but I was sure she wasn’t. She was looking down at the floor infront of her now, and I could see her right forearm jiggling ever so slightly down the left side of her right knee where it stood out to one side. She was definitely touching herself, and she was far enough into things that she hadn’t heard me arrive. Was I as equally oblivious when I was getting into things?My cock was as hard as could be. I unzipped my jeans and popped the button. I slid them down to my ass, with my boxers, and my cock sprang out. It was so risky, but I’d caught her masturbating and the blood flow away from my brain made me act rashly. She could hardly complain to turn around and see me masturbating in a public place when she was doing exactly the same thing. I was a bit closer than 20 yards from her. Close enough to see her ear-ring as she held her hair back. Close enough to see her soft ear, a flushed cheek, the necklace beneath her hair line above the collar of her denim jacket.Everything was quiet. I started pulling my cock. It was a magical experience to behold this beautiful young lady of perhaps 20 years old, out in the open on a summer day, in the pose of taking a pee, but obviously pleasuring herself. I thought about her cunt. Was it hairy? Trimmed? Had she pulled her knickers aside to get to herself? Was she even wearing any?I thought I could hear a faint slopping sound now. I continued to tug at my engorged penis. I was so full it almost hurt, it was a deep yanking feeling I was giving myself. Rubbing would have made a noise. I had to stand perfectly still and just pull, very hard, and very quietly.Yes. Her cunt was slopping as she fingered herself faster. She groaned quietly, a bare teethed a****l snarl of pleasure.. but soft, like a fierce sort of whimper. Her right arm sped up as she worked.I was getting close. The sound of her fingers striking in and out of her twat was too much for me. “Eeeugh,’ she strained, bahis şirketleri straightening up and pushing her hair back. I pulled harder, more deliberately. “Mmm-mm,” she fluted, looking up at the forest canopy above, her right arm darting, the sloppy slop-slop-slop-slop-slop of her fingers in her fanny pushing me over the edge.My balls tightened, tightened.. my ass contracted, and the first glob of spunk shot out of my penis. “Eeeeuggh-er,” she gasped, throwing her head down as if with some effort. slop-slop-slop-slop went her fingers in her tight little fanny. More spunk shot out my cock as I pulled it hard, back and forth, far, far from caring now that she would see me any moment now. “Mmm-hmm,” she said, quieter now, and more in control. My orgasm ran its course, my last spunk hung in a chain from the tip of my helmet. I shook it off to fall on my boxers and shoes.She stayed crouched, the slop-slop noise came to a halt, and her right arm slowed to a rub. Then, as quickly as I had arrived and seen her crouched there, she flicked her hair back, stood up, and began to pick her way into the woods towards the path away from me. She moved carefully, her little blue summer shoes stepping over long fallen branches covered in bark and moss. I didn’t see her face. I just stood there, my cock exposed to the sunlight and air, slowly drooping now, and watched her leave. I felt utterly relieved and satisfied.She rejoined the path as if she had come in that way. So I had come up behind her? Had she watched me before from somewhere else? I looked around. There were any number of places I could have been watched from, realistically. Had she started arriving later the last few days to try and arrive after me? It was too much of a coincidence she would use the very same spot, surely? How many times had she watched me before now? Had she really watched me at all?The realisation dawned on me. Once I was in position and masturbating, I never looked back this way, I never looked around much at all save for the path for passers-by. And when I finished, I would zip up, and head off the same way she had to join the path the quickest way, leaving my spunk in the leaves behind me.. Had she found my spunk in the leaves? Crouched over it and masturbated? How many times? Had today all been a show? Did she know I had been watching, as she had watched me before? Was she riding the thrill of me arriving while she was doing it? Did she want to leave something for me to find, as I had for her?I zipped up and went to check the leaves.There was not a sign to prove she’d ever been there.Only the faint, possibly imagined, lingering of her perfume.–Stay safe everyone. I am available to write custom stories. Friend and PM me. x
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