Some of the most incredible trails lie within easy driving distance of just about any city, so whether I am home or traveling, it’s an adventure waiting to happen, especially if you throw in some extra outdoor pleasures.
Running is one of my favorite excuses to be outdoors in as little clothing as possible. It’s more about enjoying the places I can be than the actual running.
One summer morning a few years ago, I woke up and decided to go to a nearby mountain trail for a run. There is something exciting about throwing on a pair of loose fitting running shorts, a sports bra and a barely there tank top and that morning was no different. I knew this tail really well and could usually guess how crowded in might be based on the time of day. It was early enough to avoid crowded mid-morning rush. I parked at the trailhead, Noticing there weren’t many cars, so the trail would be nearly deserted. How fun it would be to slip my undies off and run with just the thin material of my shorts between me and the rest of the world! There was no one near, so I slipped my shorts and panties off. The feel of my bare skin on the car seat and being nearly naked made me instantly wet.
I started rubbing the soft skin of my outer lips, knowing that it was just the beginning of a morning of secret pleasure. I pictured the trail in my head and thought of places on the mountain where I could stop and maybe spend some time at least partly nude. It was so tempting to just have a quick orgasm, put my clothes on and go for a normal training run. But the allure of being on the trail, aroused and looking for places to stop for moments of masturbation moved me forward. I tucked my panties into the glovebox and pulled my shorts over my running shoes and up my legs, thrusting my hips up and wriggling into them.
Leaving the car behind, I could feel a wet spot in the crotch of my shorts as I started up the trail. I didn’t care for a couple of reasons. First, it was hot and I could already feel the heavy humidity blanketing my body like a liquid outer skin. My clothes would be dark from sweat in a few minutes. Second, I wouldn’t mind if someone notice my wetness. It was a turn on just to think about it. Was it sweat or something more?
My running on the uphill portion of the trail was half-hearted. My thoughts shifted back and forth in a constant tension between the challenge of making it up the 600 foot rise and at the same time wanting to just stop for a moment of self pleasure. Surprised at my own willpower, I crested the top of the mountain and trotted along the ridge line, passing a few hikers who had stopped to enjoy the view of the city below. I knew there was a web of interlocking side trails along the mountain top and decided to take one, continuing just far enough to have some privacy, then dropped my shorts, squatting as if to pee, but instead giving myself a quick tease with my fingers massaging in and around my throbbing, sweaty, hot mess of pubic hair and wet pussy. I was about to settle in for a nice finger fucking when I heard voices coming my way. I stood and pulled my shorts up in a one fast move and started off on a jog, passing an older couple with a dog heading the opposite direction.
I already had my next stop in mind. On the other side of the mountain, the trail descended through multiple rocky outcroppings covering a wide swath of the mountainside. There were plenty of large boulders that offered cover for what I had in mind. I stopped beneath a rocky ledge away from the main trail, my body quivering from the excitement. Wasting no time, my shorts were down to my ankles and I squatted in the uneven rocks, balancing with one hand and massaging myself with my other hand, using four fingers together rubbing up an down my slit, then letting my middle finger push in until it was nice and slick. I slid my middle in, shuddering and softly gasping.
It felt so good that I just went for a quick orgasm, fucking myself as fast as I could. It may have been the excitement or being slightly out of breath from running, but I felt dizzy to the point of almost falling over. Then out of the corner of my eye I saw movement on the ledge above me. Suddenly one guy jumped on the rocks just to my right, followed by three friends, all young and fit looking men.
I completely froze, partially out of fear from having four men finding me alone and naked, but also from the being caught masturbating so openly. My finger slide out and the five of us stared at each other for a moment that seemed like slow motion, me with my naked ass showing and a hand between my legs, and them totally speechless. I muttered something about having to pee and apologized. One of the guys laughed and said, “We’ve all been there.”
I pulled my shorts up and stood as they all half looked away, pretending not to watch. And that was it. They disappeared down the trail below. Then there were more people in view. I continued my trail run and made it back to my car without another opportunity to finish in private.
Sometimes, that moment with the four men on a rocky mountainside still gives me immense pleasure. I cum so easily thinking about how it would have been that day if I just kept going, giving myself a thundering orgasm and giving them an unforgettable show.
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