I'll never forget where I was the first time an overwhelming rush of arousal struck my clit and nipples, spreading the desire for release throughout my body... yet... I was nowhere near a safe place to act upon it.
Sexual arousal frequently happens in everybody at any given time, situation or location. I know these feelings are not unique to me, but this particular time my arousal was so intense I knew I wouldn't be able to delay the urge until I got home.
After returning from my holiday in Mexico, where I went topless on the beach for the first time, and masturbated naked on the balcony of my hotel room (Becoming an Exhibitionist) I realised I had opened Pandora's box, so to speak. I had unearthed a strong, sexual energy that I didn't fully understand, let alone was able to control.
Sexual urges struck me regularly, that was nothing new. A flirtatious smile from the cute guy stuck in traffic beside me, the tall, strapping security guard patrolling the shopping mall for signs of trouble, the hot Italian waiter at my local coffee shop, and even a gust of wind across my nipples, or the temperature of the sun on my bare legs and cleavage, were all enough to stoke the fire in my loins, urging me to satisfy myself. The list went on and on.
One evening I went for a run with the weather mild and overcast. The summer was drawing ever closer to autumn. The route I enjoyed the most was a few miles from where I lived with my parents. In my running gear, I drove to the car park close to my starting point. I'm no athlete or fitness guru, I just like to run/jog two or three times a week.
When I run or workout, my big boobs need all the support they can get, that's why I'd spent a small fortune trying out all makes and designs of high impact sports bras.
The bra I was wearing was non-wired and lightly padded, giving my bust great shape and support. It also zipped up and down at the front, making it so much easier to put on and take off. The exhibitionist in me also liked to feel and look sexy in case I passed any hot men running on the route. My running attire did just that.
Arriving later than usual for my run, the small car park was empty. It felt kind of eerie until I put my ear plugs in and warmed up to some music. In my grey and orchid leggings and sports bra, I set off across a small bridge leading from the car park into the woods, and began my steady run.
On the route I encountered nobody. That was a good thing, because fifteen minutes into the run I began to feel sexually aroused. It literally came out of nowhere. I tried to push it to the back of my mind but that only turned the feelings into urges.
Glancing down at the front of my firm, bouncing sports bra, I found my nipples were rock hard, protruding through the padding. My nipples were definitely harder than normal to become that prominent through the material.
I tried to push the pace to get moving faster and distract myself, but to no avail. My pussy wasn't going to let me run in peace until I'd giving her want she evidently wanted.
With nobody around the urge grew stronger and stronger, until finally I gave in. I'd never ventured off the track before, so I didn't know of anywhere I could hide to rub one out. That only intensified my excitement.
The exhibitionist inside was telling me how exhilarating it would be to find a tree to rest against and satisfy the urge. My body had never forced me to take a pee outdoors, now it was forcing me to give it that climatic release.
Giggling to myself as I hopped, skipped and jumped through the plants growing out of the ground, I eventually found a tree with a huge trunk big enough to hide me. The bright orchard trim around my leggings and sports bra hardly blended in with the green and brown nature surrounding me.
I couldn't believe how excited and turned on I was. Everything inside me felt so alive. Giggling again, I rubbed a finger over the material where my throbbing nipples protruded, and then tucked my thumbs into the sides of my leggings.
Not bothering to look if the woods were still clear, I pulled them down around my knees, giving me enough room to spread my legs far enough for a quick and very cheeky rub. I was so wet I didn't require any saliva for lubrication, and despite requiring a fast and stealthy operation, I needed to give my internal walls some loving before blasting away at my tingling clit. Penetrating myself with one finger first, I slumped against the tree and moved it in and out of my squishy vaginal opening with circular motions. It felt so good, so warm, so satisfying.
There was nothing but silence until I added a second finger and my contracting pussy started making squelchy, sucking noises. As much as I needed to be quick, something was making me want to take my time. I loved slow and fast solo sessions. It all depended on what mood I was in. This was not the time or place to be in one of those slow moods though, but what my body wanted it usually got, so slowly I went.
My body had cooled down from the running, only to rapidly heat back up again from masturbating. Masturbating deep inside the woods. Could it get any better? Well, yes. A lovely thick cock would have surpassed what I was experiencing. Never one to be ungrateful, I continued slowly plunging my sticky fingers into my wet pussy. My clit ached to be touched, but I knew if I did I would climax right away, and I no longer wanted to urgently satisfy my insatiable needs. I wanted to take my time, edging and delaying my orgasm, so I could prolong the wonderful sensations now spreading throughout my body.
My mind started to wander and I was soon sucking on some hunky runners big cock. On my knees in the woods, just as I was in my running gear. As I continued to finger myself I cupped his imaginary full balls while deep throating my fantasy man. I'd never deep throated anybody in my life, but in my fantasies I could do anything I wanted.
Imaging the stranger unzipping my sports bra to release and fondle my boobs, I actually pulled the zipper down the front of my chest, exposing my soft boobs in real time. The breeze whistled across my sensitive nipples, briefly cooling them as they throbbed. The mild air on my boobs forced goosebumps to the surface, and I couldn't resist caressing myself while I slowly fingered my pussy.
The hunky runner then hauled me to my feet and bent me over. The sports bra fell to the ground in my fantasy and suddenly he was sliding that imaginary thick cock into my tight, greedy pussy.
Panting with my back against the tree, I was living the feelings and sensations of my fantasy. My sports bra was completely apart, hanging from my shoulders and the criss-cross straps at the back. I needed something bigger inside me.
Then suddenly, I heard a loud whistling sound and a dog barking. I instantly froze with one hand holding my boob while two fingers stopped deep inside my pussy. I daren't shuffle across to look around the tree. I waited while my pussy throbbed around my fingers, encouraging them to keep moving.
The dog was scrambling around the plantation on my side of the path. My heart started racing and I closed my eyes, hoping the dog and it's owner would quickly carry on through the woods without detecting a horny female runner rubbing one out.
Silence returned. I quickly pulled my leggings back up and secured my boobs inside the sports bra. The mood had been ruined. Cancelling the run, I jogged back to my car. Once I was sat behind the drivers wheel I started laughing, before I eventually drove home.
Driving along the country roads, heading back to suburbia, I felt myself becoming aroused once more. There was something about leaving my playtime unfinished. I couldn't accept it knowing I was still in relative privacy. At the next lay-by I pulled in.
It was clearly a lay-by but it was hidden from the country road by a row of large bushes. The sun was setting, leaving me with roughly ten to fifteen minutes of daylight. I looked around outside. Zilch. No cars, no people, and no annoying dogs barking. With a cheeky grin on my face I lifted my bum off the seat and pulled my leggings down to my knees again. This time I would finish myself off.
However, as soon as I started rubbing my fingers through my clitoral shaft, I wanted to prolong the excitement again. I closed my eyes with a dreamy smile on my face and let my mind wander yet again. Lazily playing with pussy and clit, rubbing and fingering, I eventually needed to play with my nipples. I was deeply connected with my body that even the faint sound of a vehicle close by didn't alert me to open my eyes.
Rubbing over my nipples through the sports bra, I was dreaming of the hunky runner in the woods again. He was taking me from behind, up against the rough tree. I gasped and moaned inside my car, failing to react to the sound of a door being shut closed.
Circling my clit and panting, getting closer to my goal, I switched back to my pussy and slid two fingers inside myself. The edging and denying was addictive. I was wet and sticky, ready to take a real man inside my body.
Groaning at my self teasing, I shifted into a more comfortable position. As I moved I opened my eyes and screamed. Outside my window stood a man in jeans, t-shirt and a coat. The coat was undone along with the zipper on his jeans. He was standing there with his hands inside the fly, touching himself. When I screamed he didn't flinch. The man stepped away and put his free hand up as if to apologise. I quickly sat upright and locked the doors.
"Don't be scared. I'm not going to hurt you. Is this your first-time dogging?" I faintly heard him as I desperately pulled at my leggings.
"Dogging?" I mouthed through the window. My damn leggings were folded and inside at the waistband, making it harder to pull them up.
"Yeah, dogging," the man replied. I started laughing because I knew what dogging was. I wound the window down a few inches to hear him properly. "You do know this is a dogging spot, right?" he chuckled.
"Are you serious?" I laughed. No way had I unintentionally parked up at a dogging site to do exactly what a dogger would do. "I thought dirty doggers only came out late at night." I laughed again.
"A few couples come early because it can get a bit overcrowded when it's dark. Too many men," he frowned.
"Are you on your own?" I wondered, bringing the window down further so I could pop my head out to look around.
"I am. Do you fancy finishing what you started? You're gorgeous and you looked like you were so close," he grinned. "I've never ever seen a young, hot female here before."
A ball of warmth suddenly lit up inside my tummy. It made me smile and lose all sense of reality. The warmth quickly spread throughout my body where it turned into daring excitement.
