Masturbating in the Backyard

As a young virgin, years ago, I used to sneak out into my backyard at night (Sometimes in broad daylight!) and find a spot to disrobe and masturbate! My neighbors could have caught me, and I have a feeling that the occupants of at least two of the houses behind my house did! I was restless and horny and inexperienced when it came to having a sexual partner. I had never had sex before, at that time. (Even to this day, having lost my virginty, I feel like I don't get laid or sexual with a woman anywhere near often enough.) I was desperate for some sort of sexual excitement, eager to be naked outdoors, and not just have every masturbation experience resigned to the confines of the inside of the house. Maybe I was hoping to be caught by a potential woman... maybe she would be the first to touch my penis and scrotum. Sometimes I would go outside in my pajamas and strip to my boxers. I'd let the head of my penis out, and then put it back in right away early on. As I kept going to the yard for sexual purposes, I eventually got bolder and took off more and more clothes. Sometimes I routinely went out at night in nothing but an extra big t-shirt and stripped completely naked in a hidden corner near the outside of the kitchen where it was hard for me to be spotted by neighbors. At night time it felt so good to be completely naked in the summer. I would go out and masturbate in temperatures as low as the fifties (Farhenheit) during the year. There was a trampoline in the yard, that I sat on as a seat, in the crevice outside the kitchen and near the alleyway. Sometimes I rode an exercise bike naked that used to be there too. Those pieces of gym equipment are long gone now. Work was eventually done on the house and the kitchen was extended and the spot where I used to hide and masturbate is now gone, having been built over. Sometimes I masturbated in the rain on cool nights. That was beautiful. I wish I could have experienced that with a woman. There are two separate neighbor ladies who I think spotted me back then. One of them was married. I always avoided her and her husband in public if I thought I saw them. The other woman I came into face-to-face contact with around that time through my church. She was the mother of some girls who were younger than me. She once looked at me with too much concern in her eyes at some sort of function or meeting where it was necessary for me to talk to her about something parish-related that she was involved with. She never said anything to me, I was still very young then myself. It would have been too awkward to broach. I never was attracted to her, anyway. I think it's a good thing I never got into trouble! For years I would see that woman and feel awkward and embarassed around her. She was kind to my family during a dark time, and I never really acknowledged her or thanked her fully, unfortunately perhaps, due to years of built up guilt and embarassment over my hunch that she saw me masturbating at least once. I wouldn't be surprised if she told her daughters what she saw. I tried to look away and pretend I didn't see them whenever I ran into them in public, and the woman seemed visibly bothered one time that I was ignoring her, and said something to one of her daughters. I guess she wanted me to be kind to her and acknowledge her. If she had seen me masturbating years earlier, I guess she was willing to not judge me for it by that point or look at me as some sort of deviant. I sometimes miss the hiding spot in the yard that's gone. I can't masturbate out there today without being caught. There's one spot where I could still try to do it, but there's a motion-sensor light above that spot so as long as that light's there it's not really possible. I wouldn't risk a neighbor catching me anymore, and I'm older now. I wouldn't want to get into trouble with the law or end up on the news. My neighbors aren't really attractive these days, there's no one who interests me sexually who lives in the immediate vicinity of my house or behind it. One time I went to a forest at night and jerked off in the rain under a hidden area obscured by bushes and pine trees. I think I was about nineteen or twenty then. I wouldn't do that today either. It doesn't do it for me to be alone and risk getting arrested and ruining my reputation. I'd rather have a woman play with me in a safe environment. But one can remember the old days and type up a SoloTouch story and see who's interested and what people's reflections or thoughts might be.