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[by Orange]
To tell a few things about myself: I´m your regular neighbour woman, nothing special really, I have a son and I used to be married some years ago. For quite a long time of my life I at all times tried to act modest and reasonable in all situations (probably missed out a lof of fun because of that), but several years ago I felt the ever growing urge to live out and experience myself way more openly and without restrains anymore. With that mindset I got myself into a few over-the-edge experiences which most likely were as irresponsible as they sound, and this is one of them:
It was during summer when I started to think about how to get some wild experiences in my life. I wanted to break free from everything and go all crazy and spontaneous. To be honest with you, the spontaneous part didn´t work out well, because I spent many days and nights solely on fantasizing about what I could do before I actually did something. Then one sunday I finally brought up the courage to go for it. I told my son goodbye and said I was just going for a little tour on my own, then I left the house and got into my car. My fingers were trembling a bit out of excitement and I wasn´t sure if I would even be able to drive with that nervousity inside me. I drove out of town without a specific destination in mind, just towards nature and away from larger traffic. Once I´d brought enough distance between me and home to not feel extremely paranoid anymore, I searched for a quieter place next to the street and got out of the car.
For a whole minute I did nothing but struggling with myself, but I really didn´t want to back down on my resolution again. With a nervous smile I started to take off my clothes and throw them on the rear seat one by one. When I pulled down my slip at last, I was already wetter than I could have imagined. My inner thighs were sticky with my honey and I could see my face being bright red in the side mirror. I placed my moist slip openly on the dashboard and got into the car with the determined intention of driving around nude to get a thrill out of it – but the situation alone was so overwhelming for me that I couldn´t control myself. With my legs spread widely and the drivers door still open I sat there and rubbed my pussy furiously. Each of the (admittingly rare) people driving by probably had a good chance of seeing me completely naked and masturbating and that wondered made it so much better. I didn´t stop until I came so hard that the car was shaking like crazy. I´ve caused a sloppy mess on my seat and later regretted to not bring a towel, but right at that moment I couldn´t have cared less. I simply sat there and enjoyed the incoming breeze cooling down my glowing body a bit.
After a nice little break I decided to still go for some nude driving even though I´ve already got my kick out of it beforehand, so I closed the door and drove away. This time I was much slower as it wasn´t easy to use the pedals bare feet; also I got very nervous whenever I saw another car approaching. It probably was nigh impossible to see anything from their perspective as I was sitting in a closed, rather small car, but still every encounter gave me a little shiver. After some time of exciting nude-touring I wanted to call it a day and looked for another fitting spot where I could dress up again undisturbed. I followed some smaller roads and ended up in a very natural and quiet area. I enjoyed driving through those weadows and small woods, because everything was so peaceful here. Finally I ended up at a small car bay with a hiking trail leading from it. There was no other car around and not the slightest manmade sounds to hear in miles. I stepped out of my car and deeply breathed in the fresh air. It smelled of wood and nature and the sun felt nice and warm on my nude body. I stood there fully stretched to enjoy that sunshine some more and within seconds my brain went completely empty. With my heart hammering like a locomotive I locked my car, put the key on my wristband and wearing nothing but that I carefully stepped onto the hiking trail.
I had goosebumps all over my body and I was constantly calling myself crazy, but I wouldn´t stop. My bare soles weren´t used to walking on uneven, stony ground at all so I was walking very slowly and carefully. With a lush forest left to me and a wide, green field of high grass to my right I was amazed by the natural beauty around me, enough to almost let me forget my naughty situation. After covering some distance I suddenly felt a whole other, more liquid urge of nature and in all my carelessness and numb thinking I squatted down at the spot because I didn´t want to enter the scratchy bushes and grass. However I hadn´t begin to pee yet when I heard a growing sound behind me. I turned around and saw a cyclist coming my way. My whole body froze in shock, but even if I could have moved myself, there would have been no place to hide in range at all (still in general my complete inability to react in shock situations has brought me into several situations …). It was a man who approached me in a fast pace and hit the breaks when he noticed what I was wearing – or rather, what not. He dismounted and cautiously walked towards me. He was maybe in his 30s, average looking, but sort of athletic. His face showed pure irritation as he came close while I was still squatting there.
„Is everything okay with you?“, he asked while he was staring at my tits and my bare pussy. His eyes seemed to search desperately for at least a single piece of clothes, but when they didn´t discover anything they returned to my private parts very quickly.
„I need to pee“, was literally the only thing my shocked brain came up with. I couldn´t get a single clear wondered and noticing the bulge in his biker shorts move only made it more complicated.
„Here! Like that!? Sorry, but are you crazy?“
He said that without stopping to check out my body at all and even had to move his pants a bit to place his boner more comfortably. As weird as it sounds, seeing him struggling with his embarassment and arousal helped me handle my own. At first I felt insecure when he called me crazy until I remembered that this was exactly what I wanted to be for once.
„I guess I am“, was my answer and I looked up to him in a defiant, cocky manner. „So what? You can either lend me a hand here or be on your way.“
Honestly, it was a total bluff to scare him away. Besides the extreme and surreal thrill feeling in my head there also was concern and barely suppressed panic. In the end my situation was frightening, to say the least: an all naked woman in the middle of nowhere with no other people around in miles, defenseless and hopelessly incapable of outrunning anyone bare feet.
The guy stood there for what felt like a minute, with his eyes constantly jumping back and forth between me, his bicycle and the empty way. I could amost hear the sound of gears turning in his head. Finally he seemed to know the reasonable and morally right choice to pick – and went not for it. With a bright red face he came a bit closer, answered nothing but a nervous „Okay“ and pulled his dick out of his shorts. From one second to another I was face to face with a fleshy cock dangling right before me.
I opened my mouth in surprise and didn´t know what to say for a moment, but in his agitated, horny state he figured that move for a final invitation of mine. Before I could react at all, he came one step closer and pushed his dick into my open mouth. My whole brain experienced an electrical short and I did the only thing my most basic instinct told me to do: I sucked him off without the slightest trace of hesitation, swallowing every bit of his cock and licked over every last spot. My knees were leaning on the sides of his legs and since he didn´t dare to touch me in any other way I clawed my hands into his shorts for a bit of stability during sucking. The moment – and dear me, the taste and feel of that cock – made me incredibly horny. I moved my head back and forth so wildly I could hear my tits slapping against my body. I saved myself the shameful depravity of peeing there, but still the ground between my bare feet got wet from my honey dripping down liberally. Strangely, I felt like a mere spectator within myself: I watched abashed and fascinated how my body was burning on this perverse arousal, with my few clear thoughts drowning in primitive lust. To witness myself in this primal sex drive was almost more thrilling than the situation itself. Very soon the ecstatic feelings peaked in me cumming hard on the spot and causing a wet mess underneath me. It was so intense my knees were still shaking when lastly he came aswell. As I was completely inexperienced with swallowing, he kept filling up my mouth with his hot seed until I barely could endure it anymore. Then he finally pulled out his cock and I held my mouth open so all the sperm would run down my chin to drop and add to the existing mess on the ground.
After he´d came, he looked at me in sheer embarassment and repeatingly said „Sorry“ before jumping on his bike and driving away. In an attempt to calm down his potential feelings of guilt, I called after him with a friendly „Bye“, just to immediately feel totally dumb and embarassed by it. Nevertheless he kept cycling away and I decided that it would be better to get back to my car as soon as feasible. For the entire time of my (very slow) way back I kept turning around with the pounding fear – and excitement – that he would maybe return to grab me for more, but none of that happened. After I had finally reached my car, I jumped into my clothes and drove away in quite the hurry.
On the way home I wanted to feel bad and yelled at myself for being so irresponsible and putting myself in such a risk, but it didn´t really work out. Sure, I figured I shouldn´t be so careless with risks anymore (at least not completely), but that didn´t change the fact that my whole body was tingling everytime I recalled what just had happened. And it was for certain that I indeed felt more alive now than in the last 10 years combined. I´ve never went to that place again and never saw that man again, but still I did get off to the memory of our special meeting for many times after that day.
NSFW: yes
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