Lae Dreams

After 25 years of going to a local nude lake, what occurred was something completely unexpected. The last weeks have been cool and often very rainy, so the lake is at the highest level any of us long term nudists have ever experienced. The result is that all the grassy sections are much smaller with so much of the area being under water, and the vegetation is much thicker and higher than normal along the footpaths and between sections.

The weather has been very inconsistent till now, so I have only been able to spend a couple of hours naked every 4 or 5 days. This mainly to maintain a minimal tan, as the water is still too cool for swimming even on a nice day. Today was likely to be the best sunny day for a while.

I ride a motorcycle, and for the last several years, use a coat hanger on a spreading oak tree to hang my jacket. Keeping it in the shade and away from the ants is one of those little touches that makes visiting more comfortable. Entering my normal area, I saw a single man, still in tight longish shorts with a largish blanket spread, so that there was not enough sunny space for another blanket.

After hanging the jacket, holding everything instead of putting my stuff down in the grass as customary. To each side of this grassy area are other sections, the path to the other section I use regularly currently under a foot of water. Going the opposite way, my foot began to squish in the mud just after seeing a person there also, legs spread, knees up in the air. My first impression when starting to backtrack was it was a man laying on the blanket, possibly cock touching considering how the legs appeared.

I then went around the long way on the main path to the other section, where someone I knew was laying in the sun, eyes closed. Taking a quick glance, his cock seemed hard, though his hands were at his sides. I put my things down, not looking. Hearing him sit up, I told him I planned to bring my jacket here. Mainly, because I did not really trust the other person enough to just leave my jacket out of sight while laying naked in the sun.

Also because it would be an excuse to check out that other section without getting my boots muddy. An excuse that was not all fantasy, because I had not seen how much free space there was. And after that first surprising and brief glimpse of one hard cock, I realized that if the same occurred with a second man, that would be fine. In a quarter of a century, I had seen exactly a single stranger's hard cock, one being sucked by a naked woman. Seeing two in one day would be very unusual.

Walking down from the main path, the ground sloped down to the level of the water, providing a bit of an overview. I could see the opened legs, truly looking like someone was sexually aroused. Glancing around, realizing the vegetation screened me, a certain temptingly voyeur sensation began growing after taking another quiet step, seeing enough breast to recognize it was a woman. Who I slowly realized was using a rabbit/dolphin style vibrator, explaining the enticing position of her knees and legs. Her phone was near her head, lightly playing a Rolling Stones song, eyes closed. Her blanket was quite large, without me noticing clothes on it. A minor thought, my attention fully turning to how she was playing with herself, observing what she was doing.

Positioning myself to ensure she could not see me with her face hidden from my view, but still getting a lovely view of her breasts.

A view that soon shifted, my mind drawn to the reality that a woman was openly masturbating with a toy, the end rubbing at the top of her slit, over her clit. Her breathing kept growing heavier as she played, reaching the same light volume as the phone. Chancing a quick glance, seeing her eyes were tightly closed, expression showing the state she was in, just like her legs.

She was using both hands to guide the toy, hips starting to move. Her nicely sized nipples were flat on top of likely 36C breasts. She was probably somewhere in her late 20s or early 30s, and unmistakably increasingly getting off. I kept watching, as quiet and hidden as possible, not wanting to disturb what she was doing alone nude outdoors, that being making herself cum. Realizing that she had been already playing for several minutes, luckily having not disturbed her earlier.

The signs of a woman about to cum are familiar, and seeing them now on a complete stranger was an intense thrill. She was the first woman I had seen play with a rabbit style vibrator, though over the years I have seen enough porn with it involved. Hot porn, because women really seem to like the way it buzzes their clit when the dildo is deep inside. But today, another thrill involved the voyeurism, of the best kind, since she was totally turned on.

Seeing her naked would have been customary. Variety is part of what makes a nude lake attractive, and she was quite attractive. I am not a voyeur of nude women, as being unclothed is something normal at such places, while sex most certainly is not. I have even seen a couple of women regularly over decades here, legs spread providing a variety of views of their unaroused pussy. In return, all the women see my unaroused cock. For one woman in particular, she is not flashing, she really does not care, including how I will politely enough look at her labia for a bit as we talk, or as she does various stretching exercises.

This lake was not an official nudist location, unlike a nearby larger city owned lake, with a marked nude section. However, a major difference exists between nudity and sexual activity, and what I was observing was incredibly sexual. Something officially not allowed, but of course people enjoy being outside and getting off, especially when no one is around. Ending up in a state of no longer being aware of what is happening except for pure animal pleasure. Something not really personally experienced in this spot, though the bi friend that introduced to swimming here fell under that seductive spell multiple times over the years with my help.

Basically, a woman can play in a public setting in a way that a man never can. My ex wife enjoyed orgasming with her pussy perfectly positioned in front of a couple of specific water nozzles at several local mixed saunas, but when watching her cum, I tried to not get hard, much less stroke my cock. When the jets started on their cycle, she would look around to make sure no one was around. If no one was, she would begin finding her magic spot, holding on to the wall, legs spread. With the bubbles and waves, what she was doing was not exactly explicit.

Unless you were looking at her face or seeing how her body began moving underwater. As soon as her eyes fluttered closed as the sensations began growing better, she did not care about people being around, trusting me to prevent embarrassment while becoming helplessly addicted to the pulsing power of the jet as the spell from her magic spot took control. Willingly letting the water current carry her away, cumming several times until the jet stopped, just like how she orgasmed playing with her vibrator multiple times.

However, this was neither particularly exhibitionist on her part, or voyeuristic on mine, though certainly wonderfully sexual, something she could not resist repeating after convincing her to do it the first time. After she discovered how fun it could be to get off in a public place, she would experiment with different jets to find out which ones were the best, especially in terms of a pulsing rhythm that she could not resist.

But what was occurring in front of me today was undeniably masturbation, in a way that was fantastically explicit. Providing an incredible voyeur element, knowing how completely lost in paradise she was using her toy. Hearing her sounds while getting closer to orgasm, seeing her body move and tense, knees up, completely open, humping. This was the second time in the last couple of months seeing an unknown naked woman be totally turned on, but the earlier time involved a bathhouse mixed day in another city, where she knew everyone could see her being fingered, eaten, and then fucked fully publicly.

Now for the first time in my life, essentially spying on a naked woman who was lost in entrancing waves of pleasure using a vibrator outdoors, becoming a true voyeur. Spying in the sense of her not being aware I was there, not in the sense of privacy invasion in what is a fully public space where she was the one breaking the rules. Rules she could no longer pay any attention to, with the fact that she had brought a vibrator meaning she intended to masturbate here on a nice summer day.

On the other hand, she was not putting on a show as near as I could tell, not that it mattered. Beginning to cum, she slipped the vibrator into her pussy, then returned it to her clit, hips thrusting and moaning. When her stomach started contracting and relaxing, grunting in rhythm to the orgasm her masturbating created, amazed at how long she kept cumming with the toy tip moving around her clit, hips lifting off the ground, tits moving back and forth.

Clearly this was not the first time she had cum using this toy, looking at how her hands expertly gripped and pressed it as she kept mindlessly humping in totally oblivious bliss, my cock feeling delightful under my jeans. As the waves of orgasm started to recede, she slid the thick toy into her pussy for a bit, obviously enjoying how it stretched her, though not really fucking herself with it. Finally, intoxicated in the irresistibly enticing way orgasm can make you, she pulled the vibrator out and let it go unthinkingly, one hand still over her slit.

After a moment, she spent a distracted interval picking the toy up, lifting her head and bringing it a bit closer to see, trying to turn it off unsteadily with the buttons on the bottom. Unsurprisingly it had been on, though I had not really heard it as she played, either at the original almost encounter or while watching her. After it was off, she let it drop on her body, remaining in a delightfully orgasmic haze apparently, knees no longer up, but legs still wide open, as I am sure her pussy was too.

That was the point when I left to get the jacket off the clothes hanger, seeing that the single guy was still there, standing, and that there was still not really a second sunny space available. Offering the opportunity to go back to see the section where the woman was, confident she was no longer masturbating considering how extensively her orgasming had played out, brain barely functioning afterwards.

Carrying just the jacket, I made my approach obvious. She was sitting, and when I looked at her in the normal nudist way, not avoiding her nudity but also focusing on her face, her unhappiness at seeing me appear was not hidden. Which was fine, having never had plans to be near her, especially after looking at the section carefully to determine space was lacking for a second blanket here too.

After that, I went back to the section where my stuff was, got undressed, then stretched out to enjoy the sun. Forty five minutes later, the man went swimming in the too cool for me water and when he came back, mentioned there was a couple fucking. I told him that the idea was intriguing enough for me to see for myself.

Walking barefoot through the flooded path, it was possible to see the man that had been here was definitely pounding her from behind where she had been masturbating before, with nothing but except his head and shoulders visible, though the angle of his arms made plain he was gripping her hips. He also stopped fairly quickly, though they had been fucking for a while, undoubtedly. In comparison to watching her play, this was intentional observation, and as generally the case, a certain sense of politeness stopped me from trying to get a better view of the woman who must have been on her hands and knees having her pussy filled. When he disappeared from view by lowering himself next to her, I returned to my blanket, saying yes, they were fucking but not anymore.

Later, a few regulars appeared, providing a chance to see her a last time naked on the blanket, just sitting, a bit too far away to really notice how her nipples looked. Yet knowing she had cum from playing with a toy, and then been fucked hard, created a strong echo of that previous voyeur thrill, along with the fact of having already seen her nipples from just a couple of yards away.

With a day having passed since then, and writing this down, the situation still does not connect when speculating about the circumstances. The individual elements certainly happened, yet for example the guy could not particularly see her playing when I first arrived and said hello, that being an advantage to that spot. On the other hand, after that, he did seem aware she was there, without interacting with me, including not stopping me when first walking towards her. Watching her glorious orgasming with her toy, he was not visible at all. Likely I was not visible to him, meaning he had no idea of my watching her cum so good and hard on her blanket.

She had chosen an excellent spot for this time of year, whether by luck or skill being impossible to know. This being the spot a bi friend and I had used often enough in the past, though only for naked finger fucking after lotioning her whole body in our case.

Possibly it was some sort of date. Even people familiar with the lake, which I basically doubt they were, can miss each other for a while, even when explaining where they intend to be. And the fact they fucked after she had used a vibrator suggested something beyond random chance. Or not, as that was precisely what had allowed me to watch an unknown woman cum in front of me.