Masturbating In the Wilds
I imagine I’m alone, and my awareness turns inward. The world around me disappears. There is only the pleasant ache deep inside.
It is my first trip to Yosemite, and I’m relying on Diane, who grew up nearby and spent summer vacations exploring the area, to guide me through the valley’s world-famous sights. Up to this point, the most awesome sight I’ve seen is Diane’s tight little ass preceding me up the steep and rocky trail.
The view of her backside has inspired a hard-on, making it difficult to concentrate on the wildflowers and rodents she points out along the way.
I can’t hold my question any longer. “Why’d you select this trail instead of Bridal Falls?”
Diane stops and faces me.
Her dark shoulder-length hair and blue eyes make my dick strain against my loose fitting shorts. I can’t decide which is sexier — the view of her front or her rear.
“There’s a place I want to show you. We’re almost there.” Placing her left hand on my shoulder, she rises on tiptoes and kisses my lips. Her right hand grasps my erection and squeezes. “Judging by this, I think you’ll like the place and what I have in mind. Come on.”
I follow, wondering what kind of sexy plan she has in mind. Diane is the most sexual woman I’ve known, so I’m excited even more knowing she’s cooking something up.
After another few yards, she turns off the trail and walks through the underbrush; then clambers over a fallen tree trunk. A moment later, we walk between two mega-ton rocks and confront the entrance to a cavern in the side of a sheer cliff.
Diane walks straight in, but I have to stoop. The cave is nearly as wide as tall and about ten feet deep. At the back, the space narrows quickly to become a tunnel perhaps large enough for a raccoon, from which a stream must gush during rainy season, as the floor is covered in sand.
From her backpack, she pulls a blanket and spreads it inside the entrance, covering most of the floor’s width. Setting her backpack against one wall, she leans against it.
I sit across from her, my back to the other wall. Our knees almost touch. Unable to keep a tone of disappointment from my voice, I ask, “This is what you wanted to show me?”
“Yes. It’s a special place for me, filled with memories. Most summers, while my parents rode their bikes, I would spend hours here.”
“Alone? What would you do?”
“Read, mostly.” Then, a mischievous smile brightens her face. “I did other things, too.”
Knowing Diane, I had a pretty good idea about what the ‘other things’ were, but I encouraged her. “Oh, yeah?”
“You know how much I love sex. I’ve always been that way. I found this place about the time I discovered the joy of self-pleasuring, and since then I’d come here, take off my clothes and touch myself for hours. Sometimes I wouldn’t even orgasm. To me, the lead-up is more pleasurable than the result.
“Doing it here was much more exciting than at home in my bedroom. Even though the place is remote, I realized someone could walk up and discover me. That possibility excited me even more.
“Sometimes I’d fantasize about people I would like to be here with, but I never brought anyone, until now.” Taking my hand, she kisses it. “I’ve never masturbated in front of someone or watched anyone else, but it’s always been a fantasy. Would you help me live my dream?”
Doing such a thing with and for Diane is the most arousing thought in memory. “I’m all yours. Just tell me how your fantasy goes.”
She looks into my eyes for a moment, touching her breasts through her blouse, lightly stroking her nipples. “I want to watch you get naked and pleasure yourself. Do it just the way you do when alone, and hold off as long as you can.”
My dick twitches. Something about masturbating in front of an audience — even an audience of one — excites me. Doing it here in this cave, where others could discover us, adds another layer to the erotic thrill. I can even hear them laughing down on the trail.
Standing, I remove my shoes, socks, and shirt, then pull my shorts and underwear down and off together.
When my erection springs free, Diane licks her lips and continues touching her breasts through her shirt. Her gaze seems glued to my cock, a lustful look infuses her expression.
I sit again, my back against the cool stone wall, my knees bent and spread.
My cock’s silky skin feels good in my hand, and I stare down at the purple head, stroking slowly, a familiar ache swelling in my loins.
Closing my eyes, I focus on the sensation of the skin slipping up and down my shaft and the increasing pleasure. I imagine I’m alone, and my awareness turns inward. The world around me disappears. There is only my cock and the pleasant ache deep inside.
In my state of arousal, I could come with a few fast whacks, but I’m determined to give Diane her fantasy in full. I slow my jacking hand, and my cock throbs in protest.
Diane’s whimper brings the world back into focus and I open my eyes to see my beautiful girl two feet away, shirt open, fingers brushing across erect nipples, her expression mirroring what I feel inside.
My already drooling cock squeezes out more juice to run down over my fist and onto my hairy balls.
Diane’s gaze follows my hand as it slow-strokes down to my testicles then up and over the crown, spreading precome across the knob and along the shaft. Everything is slippery, and the ache grows.
Licking her fingers, she spreads the wetness across her nipples, making them glisten in the dim light of the cave.
Standing, she strips quickly, impatiently, dropping everything to the blanket, then sitting, she extends her slender, soft-looking legs, spreading and bending them at the knees. Her smooth pussy lips shine wetly, and I want to lick it away.
She saturates her fingers in her clear juice and spreads it over her nipples, alternatively brushing one then the other. Each caress sends shudders through her body as she watches me watch her. Her expression tells me, that she, too, is on the very brink. Involuntary tremors shake her.
Our mutual eye contact and the lasciviousness of what we are doing, push my ache to an almost unbearable high.
I shorten my strokes, resisting the urge to pass my palm up and over the crown, a move that would surely bring on an ejaculation. My testicles are tight to the root of my cock and I use my empty hand to massage them, sliding one ball against the other.
Her nipples stand up hard and stiff. She pinches and teases them, encouraging them to harden even more. Her legs spread wider and I see more wetness flow between her thighs. Again she wets her fingers in pussy juice and spreads it over her breasts and nipples. Small spastic twitches in her abdomen and thighs signal the onset of an orgasm.
Diane whimpers and strains. Her eyes close. The small twitches become shudders, each accompanied by a guttural groan. A pink flush permeates her upper body.
She holds her orgasm at its peak for what seems like minutes by continuing the unrestrained rubbing of her nipples.
Finally, sounds of satisfaction issue from her throat, and she ceases the nipple abuse. Her body-spasms, however, continue for a long moment.
Had I not stopped touching myself, I would have orgasmed with her.
Diane opens her eyes, smiles at me, and drops her hand to her pussy, leisurely fingering herself.
My leaking hard-on brushes her thigh as I move to her and kiss her. “That was amazing. I didn’t know nipple orgasms were real.”
“They are. I can do several in a row. I’ll show you sometime.” She kisses me back. “You do it now, okay. I’ve never watched a man make himself come. Jack-off for me, Rick, please.”
I needed to come, there was no question about that. Leaning back against the cool stone, I spread my legs and resume stroking myself, all the while gazing into Diane’s inquiring eyes.
Her eyes search my body, my face, my cock, searching for signs of the sensations running through my body.
Picking up abundant pre-come oozing from me, I smear it over my balls, and then lick the remainder from my hand.
Diane’s expression darkens. Her eyes follow my hand, each long stroke, each swirl of my slick palm around the sensitive head.
Her expression tells me lust is once more taking over her body. Slipping both hands are between her thighs, she matches my rhythm. Her breathing grows fast and short.
Watching her build toward another orgasm moves my lust higher. Wanting to see her come again, I slow my pace and try to hold off the inevitable.
Diane does the same.
I know we are on the same page because her facial expressions reflect my own feelings back at me.
When Diane brings one of her drenched hands to her breast, I do the same, pinching and twisting my erect nipple, emulating the abuse she had given her own breasts earlier. Having never stimulated my nipples during masturbation, this new sensation pushes me over the top.
String after string of built-up sperm spews from my cock and falls in viscous strips across my chest, reaching to my chin.
At my initial spurt, Diane stops touching herself, moves quickly to my side, and runs her hand through the creamy stuff, smearing it around.
Looking directly into my eyes, she brings her hand to her face, inhales, licks her fingers, then kisses me, giving me a taste of myself.
The scents of sex permeate the air. Diane had almost given herself a second orgasm, and I want to taste her.
Easing her back onto the blanket, I urge her thighs apart and slide in between them, my nose inches from her open pussy. I draw her scent into my lungs as I watch a stream of pussy juice leak from her vagina and disappear into the crack of her ass.
I place my mouth over her mound and explore her pussy, top to bottom. For a while, I relish being this close and intimate with an aroused female. Then the smell and taste works its affect, and I feel my erection returning, which urges me to lap at her cunt juice furiously.
Diane grasps the blanket as if expecting the world to slide away.
Placing my palms underneath her butt, I lift her slightly and move my tongue down through her wet folds, and stab her little wrinkled asshole, swiping back and forth.
Grunts and cries of surprise come from her throat.
Using my middle finger to tease her butthole, I return my tongue to her pussy.
Increasing the speed of my tongue on her clit, I slide my slippery finger deep into her anus. Her cries of release accompany her body’s orgasmic spasms. A deluge of pussy juice gushes onto my chin and her blanket.
When I move up, enfold Diane in my arms, and kiss her, she cuddles into my chest and sighs.
We lie in each other’s arms for a while, listening to what sounds like a tour passing by down on the trail.