I often go for walks alone in the woods to enjoy the quiet and enjoy the fresh air and scenery. I don't have a particular "go to" spot and living in the Pacific Northwest makes it very easy to spontaneously get back to wilderness.
I have on occasion hiked naked, but frankly between the chafing, sunburn potential, and insects it is not always pleasant. I did however come up with a 2 out of 3 solution... a kilt. Almost all the joys of being naked without bug bites and sunburned tender areas. I found that without the sunlight directly hitting my tender nethers they didn't sweat as much, meaning they didn't chafe as much. It was also much easier to step off the trail and relieve myself.
While hiking if you maintain a decent pace all body parts get into their own rhythm and swing at their own pace and what this means is, if you are wearing a kilt, the head of your cock comes into contact with the fabric of the kilt in a frequency and rhythm you can control. Almost unconsciously you can edge yourself while hiking which is what I began to do.
When that became too tough I would have a seat on a rock, a log, or just anything handy and continue with my self arousal and edging until I decided to either continue walking and resume my pace, or continue wanking and resume my pace. There was no wrong choice!
One afternoon I was sitting off the trail in a wooded area on a rock overlooking a chasm, mindlessly and aimlessly stroking myself when I heard a couple on the trail behind me. My back was to the trail so whatever I was doing in front would be unnoticed, and if I was addressed, as soon as I stood up things would be covered before I turned around.
I couldn't hear what was being said, but I heard the young man speak in a pleading voice, while the young woman spoke in a dismissive tone. They were not even aware I was near, let alone look in my direction. Cautiously I turned around to see that they had sat down on opposite logs in a clearing while he continued to implore, cajole and coerce his lady into doing something. It's funny how when you remain completely silent and focus on the lips doing the talking you can almost hear what is being said.
I watched her lips say "Fine" while she gave an exasperated shrug and gave a quick look around. In one smooth movement she stood up, lifted her sundress over her head and stood there in hiking boots and lace bikini panties. I then heard her partner speak up and say "Beautiful, thank you. See that wasn't so hard was it?"
She shot him a look and said "Well?"
He stood up, unbuckled his cargo shorts and let them slide to the ground, and since he was hiking commando he was standing there buck naked in his hiking boots. She looked and him standing there with a grin on his face, sneered and said "You're right... Not so hard"
I began to take interest, not in the conflict of their conversation, but in his wife, girlfriend, partner, fuck buddy, whatever she was. As she stood there in nothing but her panties and hiking boots, I took some time appreciating her. A sundress can hide a multitude of sins, but it can also hide beauty and in this case it was. In her dress she looked ... well, short and frumpy. Nothing defined, no points of interest, but in her nakedness it was obvious that not only was she put together well, but that she knew it and took steps to maintain it.
Her light brown hair framed her stately face and stopped just at the upper swell of her breasts which were perfectly formed and about the size of half a softball. With half dollar sized dark areolae, and nipples that just begged to be kissed, sucked, and caressed. A well defined waist and oh such an ass on this girl! So tight, so firm, a perfect little bubble butt. Well he may not have been hard, but for fucks sake I sure was and I haven't even told you how great her legs were.
I hiked up my kilt a bit and put my hand underneath and slowly began stroking myself as I took in the events unfolding. I realized I was in the tree line and the sun was behind me so even if they did look my way they would be blinded by the sun and unable to focus in the shadows. For once I began to feel I was in the right place at the right time, and my fingers sticky with precum validated that sense.