One day last summer, I was in my pool and started to get 'in the mood,' and especially since no one was home, I could let go and take my time, try new things. I so wanted to J/O in the pool right there while drifting away in my pool chair. I've always wanted to try the exhibitionist thing, but never built up the courage to. I have some real nosy neighbors, and they would certainly let people on the block know if they spotted me doing something, and then it'd get back to my parents, and make them and me look bad, blah blah etc...
So, instead I decided to do something different. I went inside, took my shorts off, got one hand lubed up, and came out with just a towel wrapped around me. I went to the back side of the pool, pretending I was 'looking for something'. So, I took my towel off, and went to work on myself, while at the same time, looking for 'that thing' I lost. Now, usually I'm a fast cummer, and after about a minute of straight stroking, I'll shoot instantly. However, at this time, I don't know why, I just wasn't getting there. I kept going faster, harder, added some saliva for extra lubrication (IT FELT GREATTTT), but still I wasn't getting anywhere close to cumming.
I thought about giving up mainly because of that (a), b) I was now afraid one of the neighbors would catch me, and c) it was summertime, at night, and the damn mosquitos were out, and they were having an orgy on my back. I got bit so many times, you wouldn't believe it. Nevertheless, I really wanted to experience this, since I had never done anything like this before.
So, I kept stroking, faster/harder faster/harder, closed my eyes, did a little fantasizing, until I felt something building up inside me, and I kept going at it, and the build-up only got more intense, (I couldn't believe this was happening) and then you know how it goes, it keeps getting closer and closer, more and more and more intense, until I started breathing really heavily, and since I was standing, my knees started giving in, and I felt like I was going to collapse,(not to mention the mosquitoes were still biting me, which only added to the intensity). And then the moans started coming out, I seriously was ready to erupt, kept and kept going at it until BAM: I shot out about 10 streams of hot sticky goodness while at the same time trying to cover up my screams with the other hand. (I'm a moaner, can't help it).
I kneeled down on the ground trying to make sense of what just happened, feeling blind for a couple of seconds (the usual aftermath). After coming back to reality, I got a hold of myself, took the towel, and rubbed my back and legs vigorously to get those damned blood-sucking creatures off of me. Still shaking, I wobbled inside the house and took a nice hot shower :-).
Lesson from this story: If you've ever fantasized about J/O somewhere taboo or exotic, take a chance, get it out of your system
, I gaurentee you, it will be unbelievable.