Sat in front of a college library computer, I sighed and looked out the window at the student's playing rugby on the freshly cut playing fields. After two hours of research and note taking, I was exhaustingly overloaded.
It only took a few moments for my mind to stop noticing the students and transport me to a place where I imagined myself masturbating.
I logged off the computer and packed my belongings into my bag, telling myself I deserved an early finish. The truth was, I needed to visit my sexy, safe space.
I was a twenty-year-old student who'd developed an uncontrollable habit of masturbating outdoors. I'd wander into nature, public toilets, quiet parks, anywhere that offered a small risk of getting caught, just to satisfy the urge to touch myself.
The thought would slip into my mind so subtly, I couldn't resist the temptation, and I wasn't very kind to myself once I'd climaxed. It made me feel dirty and weird afterwards, and then I'd think of the terribly embarrassing consequences if I had gotten caught.
A recent and very lewd public experience I had, I almost did get caught. I was frantically rubbing my pussy on a park bench when an elderly woman appeared out of nowhere and asked, suspiciously, if I was ok.
With a flushed, crimson red face, I pulled my skirt down to hide what I'd been doing, and the indecency of not wearing any underwear. I walked away from the incident giggling and blushing, vowing to only masturbate in my sexy, safe space from then on.
Twenty minutes after leaving the library, I was in that sexy, safe space, leaning against my favourite tall, beech tree, relaxing my gaze as I softly placed my hands on my chest and sensually cupped my breasts through the bright blue linen dress I was wearing.
Invisible to anyone walking the beaten path through the woods, I pulled the knee length, light, breathable fabric up high enough to get a hand inside my white cotton panties, and exhaled a deep, erotic sigh from my lungs.
I quickly became absorbed in sensory pleasure. The scent and sight of the violet bluebell wood, the taste of fresh spearmint gum in my mouth, and the sounds of chirping birds and leaves rustling in the breeze, bonded with the comforting moist warmth I felt from gently touching my pussy.
Sliding a finger along my wet slit, gasping at how hot and sticky she was, I wished for a hard cock to push through the lips of my aching empty hole, deep inside my body, deep inside the woods, thrusting away slowly until I climaxed, then filling my womb with sperm.
A few snapping sounds of twigs on the ground suddenly fought for my awareness, but I slipped a finger into the silky-smooth wetness and stayed with the thought that it was a cock entering me.
I then heard rustling on the ground as if something was coming towards me. My eyes burst open, and I screamed. "Ahhhhh!" I snatched my hand out of my panties and pulled the dress down.
A few metres in front of me, stood a tall, built man. I knew he was old in comparison to me, but he was also surprisingly very attractive for a man I guessed to be older than my parents. He had a clean-shaven face and a well-groomed, thick grey quiff hairstyle.
I looked over his attire. Dark walking trousers, muddy boots, and a red chequered lumber shirt. I then gasped at the metal chain dangling from his big hand.
Fear naturally took hold of me, but I didn't run or scream. I remained very still, rooted to the ground like the tall immovable beech tree I had my back against. I stared at the imposing figure as I tried to guess his intentions.
"Don't stop on my account," he spoke in a friendly tone. The softness of his voice surprised me. "I've been watching you for weeks. I regularly walk these woods with my dog. And I promise I won't lay a finger on you, not unless you want me to," he grinned.
My heart was pounding and then I pushed back on the tree when he suddenly whistled. A dog barked and came running through the woods towards us. It was a Border Collie. The pet sat beside its master, tongue hanging out of its mouth, breathing heavily.
"I'd expect any girl or woman to run away if they were caught pleasuring themselves in public, but you're different. Why is that?" the man asked speculatively.
I shrugged my shoulders. "I guess you don't frighten me," I answered bravely, but I was scared and very cautious... and aroused.
I was just an ordinary college girl. 5ft 7 inches with an innocent, fresh face and long dark auburn hair. I'd grown up with a masculine dad and two older brothers.
I was emotionally stronger than most girls my age, and I generally didn't scare so easily. But that didn't make me physically strong or invincible. The man could easily overpower me, and he had a dog I'd never outrun.
"I've been wondering what your voice sounds like. Soft, innocent, yet sexy, and I'm relieved to hear I don't frighten you, because I won't hurt you," he said convincingly. "You're free to walk away. I won't follow you."
"That's good to know," I said.
"But something tells me you don't want to walk away, do you?" My response to that was silence. The man smirked. "Me and you are more alike than you realise."
"How do you draw that conclusion?" I muttered, finding the situation increasingly arousing.
"Because we're exhibitionists and voyeurs," he smiled.
"Exhi-what?" The word was unfamiliar to me, let alone understanding its meaning. I was used to looking up the meaning of academic words.
"You enjoy getting off on behaving sexually in public. You're young. It might develop into higher risk taking," he smirked hopefully.
He just educated me with the word for my lewd, public behaviour. I said it in my head. "Exhibitionist". I wondered if he had an explanation for my compulsion, but I wasn't going to ask him for it.
"I'm a voyeur. I like to..." he continued.
"I know what one of them is," I stopped him. I once got caught peeping on one of my brothers shagging his girlfriend. My sibling threw that word at me.
The man chuckled. "I also like behaving sexually in these woods, especially when you're around," he winked, casually unzipping his fly and taking out his cock. The size of it made me gasp and quiver.
He was answering my earlier wish, but I didn't actually want it granted, or for me to get caught. Suddenly frozen by the ice-queen in my imagination, I looked at the man and his dog as he indecently exposed himself to my gaze.
I remained shocked and confused for the next few moments, despite understanding what was happening. I knew it was a good time to run away, but once I'd gotten over the second shock, I eased into the situation and reclaimed some control.
There were two reasons why I didn't run, scream or tell him to put it away. I believed the man when he said he wouldn't touch or harm me, and I wanted to keep looking at the biggest and oldest cock I'd ever seen.
My ice-like posture quickly thawed, and my body felt fluid all of a sudden. No longer in fear, but not quite as brave as when I backed up against my favourite tree and stuck a hand inside my panties, I stood staring at his cock with my mouth closed and my lips folded tightly in thought.
The soft angled dark brows above my glinting hazel eyes revealed I had become excited again, yet I was mentally in control of the situation in which I found myself.
The man smirked and began to slowly masturbate while his dog found the confusion I'd just lost. "Please continue what you started," he asked nicely, which made me smile and blush.
"I can't do it if I know someone is watching me," I replied without looking at him.
"Mmm, you're not shy, are you?" He appeared to enjoy that I was, after all the times he alleged to have spied on me.
"This is, and will forever be, a rare opportunity for us both. I know you've fantasised about this moment. It's what exhibitionists do. Let us pleasure ourselves together."
I bit down hard on my lower lip, considering his preposterous suggestion. "What if somebody comes?" I giggled.
"I'm hoping we both cum," he chuckled, slowly pulling his foreskin back and forth, showing me his thick, glossy dome shaped head.
I blushed and squirmed my back against the tree. "You know what I meant."
"I'll let you know if we get disturbed, and I'll make sure you're safe."
"And the dog?"
The man glanced down at the animal, who mused and whined at its owner. "He won't tell anyone."
Our combined laughter nullified the risk for a moment. I then stared at the ground before I looked at his dog and then his cock. As hard as I tried, my gaze was impulsively drawn to him masturbating.
I was tingling all over. Every time he pulled the foreskin back and smiled at me as if you could read my mind, I felt my body temperature go up. The tip of his cock was glistening with pre cum. The tip of my tongue came out as I imagined tasting it.
"You want to watch me cum, don't you? Mmm, yes, you do." His eyes sparkled. "Close your eyes for a moment and relax."
"You promise you won't..."
"I won't move from this spot," the man gave his untrustworthy assurance, then sent his dog away to go lie down by a different tree.
I closed my eyes and rubbed my clammy palms down over my thighs. I felt the soft linen against my skin as I listened to him masturbating. His breathing was to the point, but it was the sound of his wrist moving which focused my attention.
"Go back to where you were," he said with persuasion.
I nervously brushed my fingers through my dark auburn hair before I lifted the dress and put a hand where I needed it the most. A soft sigh followed, warmly exhaling through my parted lips.
"Keep the dress up, so I can watch your hand working."
His simple instructions excited me while he masturbated. I made a fist, gathering the linen in my grasp, then raised the dress to show him my other hand slowly moving inside my white cotton underwear.
"Mmm, I can see your wet lips through the fabric. Don't stop."
My confidence grew and grew as I erotically touched myself in front of a stranger. I listened to the arousing sounds he was generating whilst revelling in the sensitive pleasure I was inflicting upon myself.
"You're the sexiest little thing I've ever seen," he said.
I dropped the dress, moaning as I moved my hand to grab a breast. I needed to be touched and caressed all over as my body demanded attention.
"Mmm, that's how you do it. Let yourself go. What's your name?"
"J... Jemma." I sighed through my mouth and inhaled through my nose. "What's yours?" I asked in return.
"Jemma, the rare and desirable Gem. Very appropriate. I'm Ron. Unbutton that lovely dress, Jemma. I want to see if you're as stacked you look."
I sighed and my heart skipped a beat, then, keeping one hand deep inside my panties, I used the other to pop open the buttons lining the middle of the dress.
"Mmm, I was right," he moaned approvingly, when it opened up to create a gap for him to see inside.
I knew he was looking at my cleavage, tummy and between my legs, as I revealed more of my body and the matching white underwear set I put on that morning.
