It was a warm day and I had been fishing on the river for almost 2 hours. From the river access point I was about a mile hike from my car. I was chest deep in the water waiting to hook the big one.
Unfortunately no luck. I was getting bored, but I was still determined. Cast after cast, no fish. I put the rod down on a rock and thought, what the hell.
I pulled my dick out from my shorts and let it breath in the cool air. The water that I was originally matted my pubic hair down and being in the open air now the breeze soothed away the moisture from my cock. I grew stiff with each thought of someone walking by. Or better yet I fell into this fantasy world of a beautiful young woman, a drifter.
She'd be washing her clothes in the river away from the highway, close to me. She'd see my actions and would decide to flirt a little by teasing me with her white shirt. She'd slowly sprinkle water over her breasts, shirt still on. Smile at each stroke of my cock.
My Orgasm ended with thoughts of her and I fucking on a rock in the middle of the river.
I've never masturbated outdoors, but there is something free about it. If anyone agrees raise your hand.