Chapter 1
I have always been an exhibitionist, and I carried my kink into my marriage in my early 20's, but my wife did not find it at all amusing or arousing, so I had to suppress it for the years we were together. Now that I am divorced, and still young enough (39), and fit enough, I can act out my exhibitionism. Here I will describe the most amazing exhibitionist experience of my life to date, and likely the best I will ever have.
I woke to a glorious sunny Fall day, and by mid-afternoon, it was pleasantly warm, with a hint of imminent changing leaves. I knew my plan, so I dressed as follows for a walk in the park: Short t-shirt, sandals, and loose baggy gym shorts with no underwear.
I knew of a section of the park that was separated from the main park by a busy highway interchange. Because it is set off by itself, it gets little use (even though it is quite beautiful), but in early Fall, when the kids are back in school, there is pretty much no one there, so it's a great place to get naked in the outdoors with little chance of getting caught.
I parked my car on the street next to that section of park (a side street off the highway interchange. It is a street lined with old mansions in a nice part of our town.)
I walked the paved path into the park, and then began the slow descent down that path lined with trees and flowers. The path descended to an open area, bright with sun, with a chain link fence, overlooking the highway. I kept a close eye all around me, as this path, in busier times, is sometimes used by bikers, and one could have come around a corner and surprised me at some point. But that didn't happen.
When I felt pretty sure there was no one around, I removed my shorts, and began to wank as I walked. Yes, there was some risk, so I kept my shorts in my left hand while I wanked with the right. The slight warm breeze combined with the risk heightened my arousal. I was hard as a rock, and would sometimes remove my hand and wave my cock from side to side.
I settled at my favorite location, a curved section of the path, surrounded by shade trees, a large oak tree on one side, and a park bench on the other.
I stood before the bench, and stroked until I came, an exhilarating experience when done in public. Since I like to be as naked as long as possible, I kept my shorts off, and walked back toward my car, putting my shorts back on just before arriving at the street. I saw no one during the entire time.
I woke the next morning thinking I had enjoyed myself so much I would do it again, so I did. And then again for 5 days, skipping one day because of rain. Not a soul appeared. This was too easy. I should have realized it couldn't continue this way.
Chapter 2
On the sixth day, I felt confident enough to increase the risk factor. I dressed the same way, but when I got to my favorite spot, I went behind the large oak tree on the other side of the path, removed all my clothes and left them there. I looked around the tree, and seeing no one, I walked across the path, sat on the bench, and started to stroke. Again the warm breeze and the sun were delightful across my cock, and I became very aroused. I didn't even look to see if anyone appeared. I came buckets. After calming down, I walked the path a little, and then returned, dressed, and left.
This started to be a habit that I very much enjoyed. Little did I know what was in store.
On the third day of complete nakedness, sitting on the bench jerking, not even looking around, I sensed something different. I looked to the right, and a very attractive woman of about 35 was approaching me on the path. I panicked. I jumped up, ran across the path, my cock bobbing up and down, went behind the tree, and hurriedly put my shorts and t-shirt back on. My erection was gone by then, shriveled by fear. I could hear the footsteps on the path. They stopped. I was sure I was busted. I waited for what would come next.
"Hey," the woman called, "don't pretend I didn't see you. I did. I will not report you. In fact, I'd like to discuss this experience with you. Get dressed and come out."
As I was already dressed, I rounded the tree, a look of fear on my face. The woman was sitting on the bench at one end, her legs crossed, her hands around her knee. She had a sly smile on her face. She was even more attractive close up, blond hair, a beautiful classic face, piercing eyes, luscious lips, a figure to die for. She was dressed in t-shirt, leggings, and flip-flops, which in no way distracted from the effect.
"Please sit down on the other end of the bench, and we'll talk." I did as I was told.
"Don't be afraid. When I explain myself to you, you will understand. By the way, my name is Claire. Let me start by asking why you wank naked in a public place?"
I responded, "My name is Ron. I don't know if I should be talking to you, or running for my life".
Claire laughed. "Talking to me is the better choice. You'll see."
"OK," I said. "I have always had the kink of exhibitionism, from earliest childhood. I couldn't live that kink when I was married, as my wife found the idea repellent. Now that I am divorced, I am exploring different risky ways of being naked in public. I've never been caught until now."
"Well," responded Claire, "isn't this serendipitous? I am in a marriage in which the sex is, at best, boring as hell. I don't want to cheat on my husband, but masturbating by myself has also gotten hum-drum. Coming upon you like this, your substantial cock bouncing as you crossed the path, instantly aroused me, making me wet, and I thought, hey, voyeurism may be the missing link in my fantasies. Clearly I love watching someone naked engaged in sexual activity. And it's a way to get my needs met without cheating. And this took no more than a few seconds for me to figure out. So this is why I am talking to you."
I was a bit puzzled. "So you're saying that you just discovered that watching someone jerk off is a turn on for you?"
"In a word, yes. I have lots of fantasies, but none has included voyeurism. Suddenly, I find that my juices are flowing just from the thought of what I saw."
"OK, why are you trusting me with these confidences?"
"Oh," she replied, "that's easy. You have a lot more to risk than I do. I can simply turn you in. I've occasionally seen you at the supermarket in passing, and unless you move away tomorrow, I can find you again. This is not a threat, it's just an explanation for why I am confident that I can talk to you without repercussions. Believe me, the excitement I am feeling right now is such that turning you in is the last thing on my mind. Besides, I know that men who expose themselves are not sexual predators, so I feel safe."
"So," I said, "what now?"
"Well, what I'd really like is for you to go behind that tree again, remove your clothes, come back out, stand before me, and beat off while I watch until you cum on the grass."
I thought this woman might be a bit crazy, but the idea she suggested was a monumental turn-on for me, something I had long dreamed of doing. I was hard already, which was obvious through my gym shorts. So what did I do? I got up, went behind the tree, and undressed.
When I was naked, I called out, "are you ready?"
She replied, "ready and eager. Come on out."
I walked out from behind the tree, my very hard cock swinging in front of me. She locked her eyes on it, and said, "I must say, besides my husbands, I haven't seen a hard cock in a very long time and yours looks particularly enticing, a sort of all day sucker, if you will. I am so wet and I want to see you jerk off, now."
I bowed, "Thank you, madam, for your kind words." We both laughed. This woman turned out to be very easy to talk to.
I began stroking. She stared from my cock to my eyes and back again. She remained sitting on the bench with her legs crossed, but I could see her squeezing her legs for stimulation. I could easily have cum in a half minute, but I wanted to prolong the joy. I stroked slowly and lightly, using only one finger and thumb, so that my arousal was more gradual. I have found that this technique allows me to edge for an indefinite period, thus greatly enhancing the final orgasm. Claire was no more than 2 feet in front of me, mesmerized.
"You can cum any time, the sooner the better, or I will lose it completely."
That put me over the edge, so I grabbed my cock hard and pulled with gusto. I closed my eyes tight. I rocked back and forth, thrusting my cock forward, and came hard. When I come from masturbation, I usually moan or am quiet. In this case, I was so turned on by her watching that my body shook with excitement, and I whimpered like a lost kitten. It took 4 or 5 large squirts to finish. I nearly fell over from the shivers that permeated my body. As I came down, I opened my eyes, and she had a look of elation on her face.
She was breathing heavily. "That was one of the sexiest things I have ever experienced. If I weren't committed to my marriage, I'd have sex with you right now, or maybe in 10 minutes after you recover. See, look what you've done to me."
She uncrossed her legs, and spread them. There was a 5 or 6" wet spot on the leggings right over her pussy. There might have been a cameltoe, but it could just have been wishful thinking on my part. She looked into my eyes as they widened.
She then recrossed her legs and said, "Don't worry about me. I will take care of my arousal later."
I didn't know what to say, so I said nothing.
"OK," she said, "Please get dressed again, and come sit with me." I did.
Chapter 3
She resumed the conversation this way, "Look, I know this is absolutely loony, as we have just met, but I can see that you love to beat off for me, and I'm sure you could tell from my soaked leggings that I love to watch you, so it's a match made in erotic heaven. I'd like to meet you here again tomorrow, same time. You get behind the tree, get naked, and when you hear me arrive, and sit on the bench, wait about a half minute, and then come out, cock swinging. This will be our secret, that no one else need know about. Agreed?"