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Peeing in the Woods

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: bhan Posted on: 08 May 2004 2 comments
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I've been jilling off a lot recently, but I haven't had much time to write, and I guess nobody else has either. I'll write a shortie today about a very pleasant way I had of masturbating in a semi-public way before I was married.Many of you already know that one of my very favorite ways of jilling off is to retain urine until I can't stand it any more, masturbate off an on while the urge to pee gets toward that uncontrollable stage, and then time the orgasm, the "cum", so I can get off and let the pee shoot out at the same time. The incredible relief of emptying my bladder at the same time I jerk myself to orgasm is a uniquely exciting experience. It's a truly amazing way to intensify my orgasms - not for everybody, that's for sure, but it works wonders for me.For a few years when I was much younger I had the opportunity to do this outside, which made it even better. I would drink water, soda, and occasionally a few beers to tank up my bladder at home, then drive to a woodsy park a few miles from my apartment. Usually I would tap my clit through my clothes as I drove (I often do that anyway), so I'd be pretty well lubricated up even before I got out of the car.These were not well-tended or much traveled woods.There were three separate trails into the small forest, and I usually took one which wasn't so easy to see and which wasn't used often. I always went braless, so I could stimulate my breasts a little more intensely. Often I would drink yet another soda, another bottle of water, or even another beer as I walked, deliberately in order to make it even harder for me to "hold it". I would wander through the woodsy trails, reaching my left hand between my legs to tease myself often, or else pulling on my jeans or slacks to provide a little stimulation that way. If I positioned the seam of my slacks just right I found that I could actually use it to provide a very pleasant intermittent pressure on my clit even as I passed someone on a trail. Actually though, I tried very hard to use these trails only when I was as certain as possible that I'd be alone, for reasons which will be obvious in a moment.I had (and still have) several very sheer blouses which showed my chest off to good advantage. My nipples showed through each of these nicely, and I thought (and still think) it made my tits very attractive and desirable. I would sometimes wear a long string of inexpensive beads hanging down between my beasts. I could slide these up and down against my nipples, keeping them erect and sensitive. Once a nipple was fully erect I could place one strand of the beads on each side of it, and sort of seesaw the beads up and down against the nipple. I liked to watch my nipples as I walked along, doing this. Eventually, of course, I would unbutton my blouse so my breasts - my tits - would be free, open to the air. I could flick them with my fingers or slide my fingers along the nipples. I loved to watch my nipples as I did that. I liked to think of it as jerking off my nipples, just like a man would jerk himself off - but I used only fingertips for this. By the time I'd walked for 15 or 10 minutes I almost always had my blouse completely unbuttoned. I kept wondering if I could have an orgasm just from nipple stimulation alone. At the time, I didn't know the answer. But I didn't really care much - the exhibitionism and masturbation I was doing were plenty of stimulation for this girl!When you have to pee pretty badly it's amazing how much erotic stimulation you can give your clit and labia through clothing. I could get very close to orgasm - close to cumming - several times this way using my hand between my legs, gently and quickly circling my clit as I walked. But ah - that skin to skin touch - that's the very best!! What a relief it is when that finally happens. I would reach my good left hand inside my slacks and rub briefly for several seconds, stopping just before that inevitable point of no return, then walking on. Sometimes I could just keep my hand down there, sometimes I had to remove it intermittently. It was so great to be walking along in a public forest, masturbating, knowing I was going to pee and cum, jerking off my bare breasts and my clit at the same time!When I realized that the next session of good clit stimulation was going to push me over the edge no matter how hard I tried to stop, I would always have my blouse unbuttoned and my tits completely free. I'd spread my thighs a little, watch my tits and my hand circling between my thighs. Knowing that I was goign to pee, to "piss myself", and knowing that I was going to cum at the same time - just that knowledge was a really sexy thing. My pelvis would be pushed forward to meet my hand, my fingers rubbing in a blur of motion, my tits beautiful and bare, I'd be bent forward just a little so I could watch myself (yes, I am a narcissist) the pee just about to explode - Sometimes I was able to cross my legs and hold the pee back just a few minutes, or a few seconds, longer. But I had to be very careful. If I misjudged and peed too soon with my legs crossed, it seemed to spoil part of the orgasm for me. Of course I still came, no way of stopping that, but it wasn't that super-intense feeling which I wanted - needed - at the time.When I knew it was inevitable I would pull on a nipple - usually my good left nipple - pull hard as I jerked myself off. I like to pull a nipple as I'm getting really close to cumming. A little pain always helps and actually that nipple pull isn't at all painful when I'm on the threshold of a good orgasm. And I would come. I would cum! My God I would cum!My whole body would jerk involuntarily, a hot flood of pee would jet from my overdistended, swollen bladder. It would run down my legs, flood my slacks, soak my left hand. I kept jerking off, kept my fingers driving at my clit and labia, kept tugginhg at my nipple, kept watching myself cum until every drop was peed right out of me. It was wonderful beyond description, completely exhausting. Often I would have to lean against a tree as the orgasm passed. And there I was, tits still bare, nipples now a little sore, hand usually giving very gentle, light post-orgasm stimulation between my legs, slacks completely soaked with a very obvious stain between my legs and about halfway up my abdomen. I would stay there quite a few seconds, maybe a few minutes, that way, breathless and worn out. Then I would usually (not always) button the lowest two or three buttons of my blouse and walk slowly back to the car. Several times I passed people who couldn't help but see the obvious large wet stain between my legs - but nobody ever commented on it.I kept several towels and a large sheet of plastic in the car to assure that I didn't soak the car seat with pee. By the time I was ready to drive home, the memory of what I had just done was so exciting that I was ready to start masturbating all over again. At least one tit would come out of my blouse, I'd drive with my right hand, and start giving myself another session of delicions self-love on the way home.I really enjoyed writing this. Can anyone tell just when I came for the first time as I wrote? Hope this helps someone else masturbate and have a really good cum (you can tell I'm on the way again). Let me know if it does.