Roaming the Grounds Naked During Lunch Hour at Work

In my mid thirties I worked for a company whose head office was a fine old building with extensive rear grounds.

The rear of the building was gravelled with a balustrade running the full width of the building.  At each end of the balustrade a number of steps led down to a large ‘U’ shaped lawn. Two footpaths continued from the bottom of the steps.  One footpath ran parallel along the bottom of the balustrade wall to meet up with the steps at the other end.  The other led off away from the balustrade and followed the ‘U’ loop of the lawn - roughly the size of a football pitch, meeting up again with its counterpart.   A number of benches were placed at intervals along the footpath facing in towards the lawn.  In the middle of the lawn was a magnificent matured ‘Cedar of Lebanon’ tree.  The grounds surrounding the outer rim of the path were planted with variety of shrubs, bushes and small trees.  The right wing end looking down from the rear of the building was far more densely planted and covered a wider area than the opposing side; it was also a very much-neglected area.

On the steps leading down from the balustrade on the right wing end (facing the lawn) a third winding path branched off towards the right leading away from the lawn into this area.  This winding path became inaccessible after about twenty paces where it broke up and disappeared into this dense undergrowth consisting of numerous types of shrubs – mainly mature rhododendron bushes, trees, both deciduous and evergreen: long grasses, ivy and brambles made up most of the ground cover.  The canopy from the trees made for a dapple shaded area. This whole area had been neglected for years.  Overgrown and left to go wild it was untouched by the gardeners.  It covered the same length as the lawn and was about 30 meters wide.  So heavily lined with boarding shrubs that this wooded inner area could not be looked into, neither from the building’s rear windows on the top floor nor from the open lawn area.

No one ventured into this neglected area as I discovered, you simply would not want too.  In good weather company staff wishing to lunch outside or stretch their legs would make use of the path, settle on the benches around the lawn or on the lawn itself.

I started frequenting this abandoned area during my lunch breaks having discerned that no one else ever clambered into this dense  wooded little wilderness, as that is what you had to do to enter.  After about a couple of weeks of observations and reconnoitering I felt confident enough to carry out my first naked foray.  I picked a suitable spot having ventured well into the maze of shrubbery and striped naked, making a firm mental note of where I‘d discarded my clothes.  Then stark bollock naked (love that expression) I would pick my way through the dense foliage.  Barefooted, I had to tread carefully as the ground was uneven, littered with broken tree bark, branches, stinging nettles, dense ivy and stones.  In places after rain, pools of water would form, making the ground slippery and muddy, (Those conditions aroused me even more).  The feel of soft yielding branches of the various shrubs and the fir trees brushing against my vulnerable naked body as I made my way through gave me a total sexual high.  During these wanderings my cock always stiffened without the need to massage.  I would cautiously tread my way towards the pathway bordering the lawn getting as close as I dared before the shrubbery ceased to offer up its’ concealment.  Through the foliage I could see and hear my coworkers strolling along the path or sat at benches in conversation, laughing, drinking their coffees and eating their meals.  On a couple of occasions I counted up to thirty or so people availing themselves of the area.  At certain places the shrubbery allowed me to encroach within two or three meters to the path or an occupied bench.  The thrill I got from my naked vulnerability hidden amongst the shrubbery and quietly masturbating, releasing my load so close to my oblivious coworkers was an absolutely incredible sexual thrill for me.  

Often having masturbated at one spot I would stealthily move on weaving my way through the shrubbery seeking out another group or individual, where again I could approach unseen to within feet and silently release my cum before making my way back to where I had left my clothes.  These naked masturbatory perambulations of mine took up most of my hour lunch break.  On returning back into the office I’d make my way to the washroom to cleanup before returning to my desk.  In all I made four naked rambles before an event cautioned me not to push my luck, and so I stopped my naked escapades.

My last foray was the decisive factor for stopping.  It was also the most thrilling and nerve racking.  On the far side of the lawn was an old abandoned gardeners hut.  The gardeners never used it (They had a new hut elsewhere) as it was insecure, no door, the wooden paneling was rotting and becoming loose creating gaps.  The corrugated roof panels were rusting and rain leaked in and the only window, facing the lawn, had a rotted frame about to cave in some of the glass panes were missing others cracked.  Again, no one ever stepped inside this dank dark musky smelling dilapidation.  

Since my second outing I had had an overwhelming urge fermenting on my mind to masturbate in this hut.  The desire just would not go away, it was something I so had to do.  To me this dilapidated abandoned old hut so close to a path bench! – Just over a meter- represented a sordid but beckoning masturbatory haven.  So, having already over past weeks keenly observed activities I picked the day to carry out the deed.

On the selected day – overcast and sunny, I clambered through to my usual clothes drop off point.  Stripped, I made my way down toward the bottom of the ‘U’ bend of the lawn, keeping as close as the foliage allowed to the path.  Needless to say I was on an extra high.  I got to the bottom right where the path started to bend to form the base of the ‘U’.  Beyond the base the ground sloped away down to a bordering hedge running the full width of the grounds with a single-track lane on the other side.  The ground cover at the base consisted mainly of tall wild grasses and some low sparse shrubs.  To cross the base I had to crouch low among the grass, down on all fours at times as I made my way across.  The grass was delightfully tickling my flanks, buttocks, balls and cock. So much so that half way across I could not resist the urge to relieve myself.  Kneeling down and facing the slope with parted legs I tore out a thick clump of the long grass wrapped the wad around my stiff cock and masturbated.  The top half of the cedar tree on the lawn was visible, not the building, that was further back.  However, while ejaculating it suddenly dawned on me that I was visible to anyone who might happen to pass along that base section of path and glance down.  In my mesmeric state I just had not thought of that.

Spent, I continued on and back up the slope on the other side and took cover.  This opposite side of the lawn did not offer anything like the same amount of shrubs and tree cover and was overall tidier and in a maintained state.  The hut was about forty meters further along back towards the building.  Keeping low and darting from shrub to shrub as far from the path as was possible I reached the hut, entering the door less entrance at the far end from the back.

It was cool, dank and dark inside and totally bare.  There was not an unpleasant smell of stale compost, which I found somewhat erotic under the circumstances.  The floor such as it was and littered with a carpet of damp rotting leaves that had blown in and lain there since the previous Autumn; that feeling underfoot aroused me further.  I immediately went towards the window.  It was dirty, stained and covered with cobwebs. But I could still see through it.  And there in front, a meter away with their backs to me sat three co-workers. I could clearly hear their conversation. I had not expected that, it was a bonus, and I was ecstatic.

I stood there for a while looking at them, and soaking up the atmosphere began massaging my cock.  Beneath the window the boarding’s as elsewhere were loose and breaking away and here a gap had opened up. (I had helped enlarge it on previous visits, clothed of course).  It was now wide enough for me to ease my swollen cock through which I did. I began rocking gently back and forth my cock rubbing against the sides until I was ready to come.

Moments later my ejaculating cock spurted my cum towards the bench, whilst I tried not to breathe too loudly afraid that I might be heard.  That whole erotic scenario is still very clear in my mind.  The shrub between the bench and the window was not yet in full leaf and did not I’m sure completely obscure my convulsing cock.  What also added to my excitement was the guy who was sat side ways on the bench elbow leaning on the backrest chatting animatedly to the girl by his side; a slight turn of his head was all that was needed to betray me.  The other girl had just stood up and was looking about her.  Then all at once I heard a thunderous clattering above me.   It was a sudden downpour.  The noise on the corrugated roof was deafening.  I was thankfully coming to the end of my orgasm when I herd the guy shout over the pounding rain: “Lets take cover in the hut”.  With heads bowed against the rain they were gathering up their stuff and about to head in.  Shear Panic!  I eased out my still dripping cock, and half slipping on the leafed flooring dashed to the opening and scrambled around to the back of the hut where I lent chest heaving against the back of it under the eaves recovering from my momentary trauma.  I could hear the three of them as they entered.  Had I hesitated a moment or two longer in getting out we would have clashed by the opening, I had been so lucky.

For a fleeting a moment I toyed with the wild idea of masturbating where I stood once more whilst they were inside, but just as quickly dismissed it.  Instead without glancing back I rapidly scrambled my way back the way I had come.  By the time I emerged back into the dense shrubs on the other side I was thoroughly soaked but still on a sexual high both laughing and cursing myself.  My clothes where I’d left them were relatively dry but I had to use my vest as a towel to dry myself off best I could before dressing and going back to my desk. That was when I decided to stop my naked escapades.  I had achieved my secret desire.

No one ever knew, but on the day I left the company a year and few months later I told my assistant at my farewell pub drink session.  She was twelve years younger, very attractive, sexy and very flirty and we were very close.  So much so that several colleagues were convinced we were in an affair. (We nearly had)  At first she was absolutely stunned and shocked by my revelation.  Then I remember her eyes wild and mischievous, as she insisted on being told all the details.  She was particularly keen to know whether I had been naked on any day that she had been sat outside.  I told her I had, and not only that, but which bench she had sat at and with whom and, where I had stood.   She then teasingly reprimanded me for not somehow revealing myself to her at the time.  I asked what she would have done had I been able to.  She thought for a moment and again with a mischievous smile said  “I would have grabbed you by your cock and yanked you from behind that shrub out into the open for all to see and shouted at the top of my voice, NAKED MAN WITH ERECT COCK!”  

We both laughed.  I told her she could have shouted worse; “Pervert with erect cock”.  Her reply surprised me, it was something along the lines of  “Oh no.  I don’t think there was really anything that perverse in what you did”.  Then she confided to me, that when she had in the past been called in to do some overtime during Weekends and found herself literally the only one on the premises, apart from the security officer, she too had harboured thoughts of stripping and running naked across the lawn to the bottom wilder part and to lie amongst the long grass rubbing tufts of grass between her legs.  I often used to visualize her doing just that…. if only I had known.

I met up with her several times after I left and we sent each other Christmas cards for a number of years before we finally stopped communicating.  She really was great fun and I discovered on that last day that she had been convent educated, making her the second fun and free spirited convent educated girl I had known.