Wank Diddle Diddle All The Day

I guess you could say I am a pervert. I choose places just off the 'beaten path,' where there are usually a fair amount of people close by to find a nice shady spot in any trees or woods close by that... to wank in.

I was even more the pervert, because I was secretly hoping that I would get caught. And that by some strange coincidence, whoever caught me would either want to wank along with me, or better yet, be a woman and she would be desperate to fuck.

Of course it was only to heighten the taboo of it, so I could feel more on edge with adrenalin pumping for when I came. I always looked forward to coming so hard I would almost faint.

Now I had been doing this since... well, since I was 'old enough.' Now I was in my late twenties, and although I wasn't a football/basketball type, I didn't look too bad. I had a nice enough face and body, I should have been able to get a regular girlfriend by now. But I wasn't sure I wanted that hassle.

Oh, I'd lost my virginity just out of high school with a woman I met at a bar. She was rather homely, but all I really wanted to do was get her back home with me. Or anywhere else she'd let me pull down her pants and take her. But I took her to her home, because she wanted to feel safe.

I

just wanted to feel

myself

inside of her.

I'm not one for relationships though, and after a couple of times of 'riding that saddle,' I went back to the 'hey, diddle diddle' in the woods. She wanted a boyfriend, and I just wanted to walk away. Oh, hell, oh well...

So one of my favorite spots to wank away, is in the woods just outside a ball-field in my town. I'd go and 'watch the game' for a little while (all the while watching some of the mothers of the children playing instead, gathering up some mental wank bank material), and then go and slowly slip away.

If one of the babes in that group of mothers of babes was really hot, I'd go off sooner. Luckily since it was the middle of summer (and a hot summer at that), most of the babelicious moms would be dressed in short shorts and tank-to-really-tight-tee tops. The more shapely, the better.

And today was a boom time. One of the 'hot mama's' had even worn a very tight fitting tank with out 'visible means of support' (If you know what i mean). I didn't get close enough to check out whether she was sporting pokies or not, but I could just well imagine she was. Not big in the chest or ass, but just nice and... well... Ahem! Well-rounded!

I had just gotten myself nice and off enough beyond the tree-line so I could still hear the shouting but not be seen, when I yanked down my own set of tight shorts (nothing too hard to take down if I'm really stoked about what I've seen). I had my rapidly rising meat in my hand and ready to stroke myself to a nice heavy spurt.

I heard one of the 'mamas' shout encouragingly to her youngster, and I imagined her yelling in a different sort of way. "Yes! Yes!" she screamed to her child, but I was hearing her screaming a different sort of "Yes, Yes!" as i was pumping (in my mind) furiously into her from behind. I was thoroughly enjoying her scream, when I heard the sound that I sought for, but often dreaded behind me.

A twig snapped, and I quickly spun around... to find a not too bad looking woman, slightly older than I am, standing there in shock.

"What the fuck are you doing?" she whispered at me furiously.

I had been so into the wank, that I hadn't stopped, even when I had turned around. So now I stood there with my mouth hanging open, but my hand still firmly wrapped around my throbbing member and still stroking. She didn't look happy, so I slowed down and let my hand go.

She didn't scream though. And I watched as her eyes dropped down to where my still throbbing prick was waving at her with the beat of my now-thumping hard beating heart. "Ummm," I said, and then I started to say,

I can explain everything

...

But she didn't move. she just stood there and stared at me and my monkey. She didn't run. She didn't pull out her phone and try to take a picture of me for the police. She just... stood there. Still staring at my member.

"Why are you walking though these woods?" I asked after we'd stood there in silence for what felt like an hour, but was probably only thirty seconds or so.

"This is kind of my back yard," she said, pointing vaguely over her shoulder while still continuing to stare at me. Stare at my still hard prick. "What are

you

doing here? Besides being a pervert, that is. You know this is sex offender material, don't you?"

Ok. The thrill was gone. My manhood began to shrink away and shrivel at that. That was a serious threat. I didn't want to be collared as a sex offender.

"I umm. I'll just..." I started to say as I reached down without looking and began pulling my shorts up. While my eyes were till locked on hers. She didn't take out her phone and start dialing 911. But she did fold her arms underneath her set of nice perky tits. The scowl of minutes ago was still there, but it was not in the grimace that it was before.

After my shorts were up around my waste again, I found I had the time to start taking this woman in.

She looked... maybe late thirties? About ten years older than me. She looked... not beautiful I'd say, but she certainly wasn't an ugly woman. She had kind of straight reddish brown hair cut in a bob cut at her chin. Kind of a nondescript face with a not too big nose, but kinda big eyes. Of course they were still big in size, because she still kind of looked at me with that like 'dear in headlights' look.

And then I also noticed that her nipples were beginning to get on the pokey side, just over those crossed arms and hands under her chest. And her breathing was on the rough side, too.

Had she been turned on watching me wank away? How long had she been standing there watching?

"Ummm. You're not calling the cops," I said hopefully.

"Why?" she almost barked at me. "Do you want me to?"

"No, no, no. I just... you know. You're not. So maybe I can just..." putting my hand up in surrender now, "You know. Just... walk... away."

Then she kind of shocked me, and got a curious look on her face. I also watched as her arms slowly released their death grip on each other, and start to fall away from themselves, leaving her still somewhat heaving chest exposed.

"Ok?" I asked hesitantly.

Her gaze was still floating between my eyes and down at my crotch. What was she thinking? Was I 'out of the woods yet?'

And then she softly asked, "Then why do you do it?" as her right hand jerked at my crotch.

"Do what? Wank off? Do it in the woods?" Was I going to get away with this?

"Yes. Especially this close to a group of children. Are you thinking of them when you're doing it?" At this, the look of disgust returned to her face.

"No. I'm thinking of their hot moms. You know? Baseball Mom's? Like Soccer--"

"Yeah, I get it," she cut me off sharply. "So is this some kind of freaky thing, where you want to get caught? Like I just did?"

"Well, I kind of..." It was time for me to take a big breath. Should I tell her the thrill of wanking off in the woods so close to a group of people? Not necessarily children, because... well I'm not a pedophile. Although this kind of made me look like...

"It's kind of freeing, ya know. Being out here in the woods. And yeah, I guess the whole 'getting caught thing' kind of gives me a thrill..."

I didn't know what I was expecting for her to say, or do. But what I didn't expect was, "So if it's a such a thrill being out here and just doing it. And maybe you get caught, and..."

"Maybe find someone that likes to do it too?" I said, half-heartedly.

I watched her hands hang limply at her sides, but then noticed that they were getting kind of agitated. She was... fidgeting. Was she getting the itch to try it? What was going on in that head of hers? Did it kind of excite her too? This idea of illicit masturbation in the woods?

Her breathing was getting more ragged again. Like she was feeling the excitement building to do -- this.

Then she went shy and looking down at her feet. Her hands were gripping and un-griping the bottomsf her shorts. Almost as if she was...

She looked up and had a strange look in her eyes. "If you're wondering what..." I began to say.

But her look shifted back up to my eyes, looking fiercely at me. "What. Am I considering becoming a pervert like you? Just dropping my shorts and jilling myself off in front of you?" She said it as a question, but there was a jolt of curiosity I felt I was hearing too.

"I won't rape you, if that's what you're thinking. I mean, you could have all those kids and moms running this way if you started screaming,"

She began shaking her head a little, as if there was a battle going on inside her head. She looked down at the ground, and just kept shaking her head back and forth. Almost like she was doing a Gollum.

Then all of a sudden, she turned as if to walk away. But then she didn't. She stood there, with her back to me. It felt almost like she was testing me. Or maybe it was her she was testing.

After another few strained moments, she slowly turned back around. With her hands still clenching and un-clenching, she looked like she's made up her mind.

Looking fiercely at my eyes again, she said softly, "Take off your shorts and your boxers and hand them to me. Then take off your shirt and throw it away from you."

Holy shit. Did she just do a major twist and shout and turn into a BDSM Domme? What was I getting myself in for?

"Do it!" she hissed at me. And then crossed her arms under her chest again. "Do it, or I'll walk away and call the cops."

Ohhh, kay. What was she going to do to me when I'm like 100 % nekkid? Was she going to run and call the cops then, like she'd said? Her face took on a really dark look now.

So I did what she asked. I took off my shorts and undies, and then my shirt, and handed my clothes to her. If she was going to do anything nasty or dangerous to me, it was going to be now.

"Now, back off another four or five feet, and just stand there," she ordered.

My Willie was now free, but it wasn't anywhere close to rising, either at half mast or full salute. Until she dropped my clothes behind her, and put her hands into the waistband of

her

shorts, and began pushing them down. Ever so slowly, but down.

Holy shit, indeed, Batman! Was she going to talk a walk (or a stand) on the wild side, and beat off while I did the same in front of her? Woah.

Her shorts and panties cleared her knees and fell the rest of the way, and I was standing in front of a half-naked woman I'd just met a few minutes before. Needless to say, I quickly began 'rise to the occasion!'

I took in her nice, but not glamous legs... And the tuft of bushy, curly brown hair, right over her hint of lips peeking out below. Now it was

my

turn to stare at her. (It had, after all, been a while.)

I wstched excitedly as she sweezed her legs together at first, as if she was not sure that she wasn't going to reach down and retrieve her clothes again and run off into the woods, or...

I reached down and grabbed hold of my stiffening meat, and began to slowly jerk myself, hoping that she'd start doing... well, you know.

Her eyes went wide as they seriously took in what I was doing, and I watched as first her right index finger reached down below, and she began relaxing the tension in her legs to slowly open herself up to her finger.

My breathing began speeding up, as her finger inserted itself into the gap at the top of her thighs. She tentatively began easing her finger in and out slowly, and then began the movement a little more vigorously. Then she added her second finger to her first, burying them further and further into her now splitting nether lips.

Her tongue came out from in between her two squoze together upper lips, and she began to use it to lick them, as her mouth relaxed and opened wide. She looked up at me then, and her eyes were now no longer fierce, but squinting seductively in lust.

I quickened my pace, yanking and pulling on my now raging rod, making sure to catch some pre-cum at the tip to keep me well greased. This was getting hotter than I'd ever wanked out here before.

She was sliding her whole fist in that crack between her now well apart legs, and her fist was flinging little 'spits' of her own cum out in front of her.

This was so fucking HOT! I wanted to walk over to her and stick my pounding and throbbing prick deep into her pussy. but I knew that that'd put an end to this REAL quick, so I didn't.

I just kept on Wanking. And she just kept on thrusting, bending over now at the waist, with

her

body throbbing visibly and shaking. I wanted to come at the same time as she did, and waited for her shaking to become quaking, and then I slammed myself hard for several strokes--

"OH MY GOD," she pretty much screamed, bent over, as I shot my load at her, crossing most of the distance of the almost seven feet between us.

We were both breathing in heavily and almost spasming at the same time, and she leaned herself against a sapling that was close, as I bent over and hugged my knees.

Several minutes later, we were both breathing much easier. She looked up at me and with her exhausted stare said, "Holy shit! Is it like that all the time?"

I just laughed, softly at first, and then harder and harder. When I got myself more under control, I just said, "Can I have my clothes back now?"

This caused her to laugh for the first time, and she relaxed much more visibly. "No. Seriously."

"For you I think, it was because of the thrill of being your first time. For me, it was as much about having someone to beat off with -- a woman to beat off with -- that got me going and really slamming it."

"Have you ever done this with a guy?" she asked, as she reached down for a leaf to wipe up some of her excess girl cum before pulling her shorts back up.

"A couple of times. Back in high school with one of my nerd friends. But never with a girl before."

"Don't you have a girlfriend?" she asked the ultimate question designed to embarrass a guy.

"No. I guess I'm not boyfriend material."

"Why? Cause you like to beat off in the woods?"

"I don't have a lot of money. And I don't do fashion well." And then it struck me. "And do you have a boyfriend? Or a husband?"

"I'm divorced. And my husband left me for some cute chickie babe ten years younger than me."

Oh. "Sorry. I shouldn't have--"

Ahe took a deep sign, and then said quietly, "Oh, it's ok. Even my mother has learned to back off, after what my David did to me. God knows she hasn't re-married either. But she's--" she began to say and then stopped suddenly. "I'm sorry. I don't know you," she said quietly.

"Well, maybe if you did--" I began so say.

"And when people ask us how we met, I guess I'm supposed to say, 'Oh, I met him in the woods while he was wanking off, so we decided to make a go of it'." She just laughed sadly and shook her head.

"Yeah. I guess that wouldn't... You could say that we met at that little league game! That I was watching the hot Babe Mamas cheer their kids, and then you caught my eye wandering through."

She looked like she was thinking about it for a hot second, and then her head just began to start swaying, "Yeah... No."

"Well, why don't we meet here say, like next week, and get to know each other better?"

She gave me a serious side eye squinting in serious doubt as to what she'd just gotten herself into. Then she took a deep breath and let it slowly out. "Next Thursday. Here at eleven in the morning. My kids will be in school and I'll have an hour or so then." And then it occurred to her, and she added, "As long as you don't try and follow me. I could get in serious trouble and lose my kids, if this ever got out. Understood?"

"Ok. Let's shake on it," I told her, and she extended out her hand hesitantly again, but then took mine, and I very lightly took her hand in mine.

"By the way, what do you do for a living that you can come out here in the middle of the day and do this?"

"I'm a software developer. I run my own business, so I can do whatever I want with my time."

So she shook her head yes, and turned to walk away. After a few feet, she turned back slowly and said, "Next Thursday. I won't come back again if you're a no show." And this time, she turned and walked away. I liked the shape of her body as she did.

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So that next Thursday. And the following Tuesday. And... We met each time, masturbated with each other, and then walked away.

After about a month of this, I formally asked her out and she said yes. My days of wanking alone were gone, and hey! All of a sudden, I had a girlfriend. I met her daughters and we got along. But a few months after our first 'encounter' in the woods, she met the guy that she became the next wife of.

And me? I just went back to my old wank ways.

I eventually met a woman that liked this little kink almost as much as I did. We dated, we wanked, and then, lo and behold, we got married. And we wanked and fucked outdoors for the remainder of our lives. The Blend.