Most of the stories I have submitted here happened to me a long time ago. This one however was from just last month. There is a place in my home town where lots of men go to find relief. It is in a valley out in the woods and in the summer months it is pretty well shielded from prying eyes because of the type and amount of foliage. There are several small pathways near a major recreation trail and men looking for some fun go down in the valley at all hours of the day hoping to find someone willing to play. Of course like any outdoor area you can never be certain about who may or may not come along the path while you are engaged so there is also an element of risk involved in getting too exposed.
On this particular day the weather was just about perfect and the area had not had rain for a few days so the ground which is often quite muddy was dry and easy to walk on. I'm in my mid sixties now so the number of times that I am both horny and nature co-operates is no longer great. In my twenties I didn't care much if it was cold or not but I'm a lot choosier now. At any rate I took a walk down in the valley hoping to find some excitement and was rewarded with a great lunch time episode.
As I strolled down the main path I was passed by a man riding a mountain bike. This is common on this part of the valley as this trail is one of the main biking areas in the city and connects the downtown region to the escarpment. I left the main trail and started walking slowly and quietly on one of the small side paths where in the past I have had luck finding willing partners. This path forms a long U shape from the main one about 300 yds long and twists and turns a few times along the side of a pond of almost stagnant water beside the main river in the valley.