Caught Masturbating in Public?

In my town there is a beautiful 338 acre wildlife refuge with lots of woods where one can see deer, eagles, and various wild cats, and a large pond where one can see ducks, geese, swans, and beaver.  Many folks walk the mile long road that abuts the pond, for their daily exercise, and to take in the view.  Others burrow deep into the woods to hike.

A couple of years ago, the town built a lovely all wood pavilion out over the pond.  There is a small parking lot about half wayalong the road, a roughly 50 foot boardwalk, and then the covered pavilion where one can sit and read, enjoy the beauty of the pond, fish, or just have a look and then return to your car.  I suspect teens go there at night to make out.

I like to go down there to read, but what I really go down for is to masturbate in public.  When I see no cars in the parking lot, I pull in, walk down the boardwalk, and sit on a bench where I have a clear view of the boardwalk, but can’t be seen from the parking lot.  I begin by reading my kindle, then very shortly I pull out my cock and begin to stroke.  I can edge for a long time, even over a period of days, and have no desire to cum, just to keep stroking, feeling the excitement.  I use a light stroke, whichmakes my cock extra hard, sticking straight up, throbbing and pulsing.  It feels like it is getting longer and fatter with each stroke, although I know that’s not possible.  I keep an eye on the boardwalk in case someone enters.

A couple of weeks ago a fisherman I know entered the boardwalk while I was wanking.  I had just enough time to tuck in, but notenough time to zip up, so I crossed my legs, and put the kindle over my crotch.  He proceeded to regale me with fish stories, along with phone photos, for 20 minutes.  I kept my cool and he finally left.  That’s not the story I want to tell, but it gives you an idea of the risk.

Earlier this week I went down to the pavilion.  It was a perfect sunny, cool, low-humidity day.  There was only my car in the lot. Shortly after I arrived at my spot, I surveyed the area.  The road is a good hundred feet away, with thick tree cover, so a passing car is unlikely to see me.  I noticed a parked car behind some trees about 300 feet away, but I felt the tree cover was enough.  So I took out my cock, got it nice and hard, then stroked and read my kindle at the same time, looking up regularly to make sure no one was approaching on the boardwalk, and to admire my own cock (I know you do it too).  Each day that I don’t cum, I get more and more aroused, and this time was no exception.

Despite the heated arousal, and knowing I can always pick up where I leave off, I got tired of stroking after about 15 minutes (truth be told, my book was very good and I wanted to concentrate on reading.  Weird, right?), so I tucked back in and pulled my t-shirt over my crotch.

I read for another 5 minutes when a very tall, attractive woman, maybe 25 or 30 years old, dressed all in black, appeared right there in the pavilion.  I should have heard her making some noise while walking on the wooden boardwalk, but I didn’t, as she was apparently being stealthy.  I looked up, right into her eyes.  I didn’t smile, nor did she, but she did give me a sour look.  Neitherof us said anything (I’m usually very friendly, but her scowl put me off).  She was carrying a fancy camera with what looked to be a 1000mm lens (anywhere from 20 to 30 times magnification).  Not unusual, as the area is very popular with nature photographers.

I returned to reading, with one eye on her.  She took only one picture over the water, then left.  I thought that was odd, but once I realized what I thought had happened, it was not odd at all.

I decided to leave about 10 minutes later.  I got in my car, and drove off, heading in the direction of the parked car, which wastoward home.  Well, what do I see?  The woman was right near the car, taking photos.  Her car.

So here’s what I think happened.  She was by her car, 300 feet away, taking pictures, saw me in the distance, aimed her camera, and could see me wanking as though she were only 10 to 15 feet away.  She had a good long time to watch, and I’ll bet she did.  There I was, sticking straight up, balls hanging free, stroking slowly and visibly pulsating, and she was watching this.

Then I think she wanted to catch me in the act, so very quietly walked down the boardwalk.  By that time, I had already tucked in.  Thus the disapproving glare I got from her.  She either wanted to watch me wank up close, or she wanted to bust me.  I can’t be sure which.

The thought of her watching me stroke for 10 minutes or longer, close up, was SUCH a rush.  I had never before thought of anature photographer aiming and seeing me, without my knowledge, as though she were standing (or kneeling) right next to me, ready to reach out to give me a hand job.  From now on I will be hoping that someone is watching me from a distance.  That will make the risk so much more intensely thrilling.

So did I get caught or not?  Who knows?