Fiction - well the masturbation part is, and perhaps fantasy, the rest are memories of real experiences.
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My daydream today seems to be counter to the weather.
It's raining.
But if I close my eyes I can feel the sun on my face as I stand at the crest of a mountain.
Looking around I see mountains and valleys, the forest and of course the road I drove in on. I didn't pass a single car once I took the logging road off the highway; he and I found this spot once when we were just out driving. I think that day my jeans were off and I was bent over that log with my hair fisted in his hand within five minutes of getting out of the car. He didn't even take his jeans off, simply opened the fly and pulled his cock out. He fucked me with no thought to my own pleasure; he needed to fulfill a wild need that was almost feral, something about the view and the clean cool air I suppose.
Luckily for me my clit continually bumped against a knot on the log and when I heard a low growl come from deep within him I exploded in orgasm just in time to milk every drop of come from him.
So here I am today, alone.
I stand and look out over the mountains; the clouds form a thin misty veil over some of the peaks. I can almost feel the swirl of that mist cross my face. Impulsively I take off my shirt and stand still feeling the cool air wrap around my torso. I lift my head skyward and listen hard; do I hear anything other than the sounds of the forest? The question is answered in the sound of the breeze in the trees, the birds chirping and I think perhaps I hear a chipmunk chattering.
I pull off my bra, I don't even bother to unhook it, just pull it right over my head. My nipples immediately tighten; the breeze is cool even though the sun is warm. Spreading my arms wide, almost like wings, I again lift my face to the sun and stand for a moment not moving. A shadow passes over my face and my eyes fly open unsure what it could be. I give a startled laugh as the Red Tailed Hawk circles above me; I'm being watched by a bird!
Being watched can be a good thing.
I again listen intently, still answered by only the forest sounds; I sit down on the log. Removing my hiking boots seems to take too long; now that I've decided to do this I'm raging with need. Finally getting the boots off the socks follow even though I know I'm going to hurt my feet.
A little pain can be a good thing.
I can feel dampness in my panties and hurry to remove my jeans and the panties follow quickly. There, I'm naked in a mountain range and all alone. I feel joyous and feral all at the same time. I spread my legs slightly, resume my wings and again slant my head back to gather the wild into me.
I can almost feel his hands on me, caressing here, pinching there. And then the sting of the branch across my ass. I hadn't heard him break it off and so was startled with the first strike. But my cunt gushed with it and the following strikes. When he pushed me over that log again and fucked me again, he toyed with each welt, a reminder of what we had done.
Today there will are no strikes and no welts, but the memory settles well.
Slowly lowering my arms I look to the log, more bark has fallen off in the years since I was here last. It's almost smooth now and a slight flush crosses my cheeks as I see the knot is still there.
