Winter Wonderland

The story as i remember it took place driving south on county highway 275. it was a rather less traveled road than the interstate therefore my choice for a faster way home to my young beautiful wife.   Especially after putting in a hard day building a home for a particular older couple. He was a CEO of a small cable co. She was a writer of literature. After many request as to what type of literature she wrote she finally gave in and told me she wrote erotic literature.   Sadly i never got her to spill the beans on any of the titles.  I am fairly certain it was to keep Her identity secret in Their fancy neighborhood they afforded to reside in.  

Through the course of the project I noticed her more and more. She didn't show herself often and she had a mysterious air about her. All of which made me wonder after learning of her career choice,  what she looked like nude? What did she smell like in the heat of making love? Was she very vocal? was she adventurous? Thoughts like that, sexual obsessions if you will. All while trying to focus on building this addition to their home. 

This particular evening trucks had been loaded up the site cleaned up and the crew and I departed. I was obsessed with those same sexual thoughts of her. The miles became boring and my mind and libido seemed to take on a life of their own. I felt my shaft filling out in my jeans. i tried to put the thoughts out of my mind but they grew as did my shaft. The thought was I needed to masturbate. I wanted to so badly. It was as if she were in my head urging me to take it out. I could picture her face, her small breasts vailed by her blouse. The hidden but noticeable curve of her buttock when she walked past me. Yes i was looking, hoping to see more. Now consumed in lust for this woman who by the way made no flirty comments or gestures to me in anyway. It was my desirer her and I  was heated to the point of no return.

I looked for a cleared area off the highway.I was nervous with what i was about to do. as i had never done anything so bold before in my then vanilla life.  

 It was a densely wooded area no homes in sight, which made me comfortable, so I  chose this area and pulled off onto the shoulder of the road. Jumping out of the truck i had to adjust myself being rock hard and squished in some contorted knotted mess of cock and balls. That in itself was a relief. but not the relief i was craving.  

I wasted no time heading into the pine wooded forest. Maybe a few hundred yards in i realize I no longer could hear the passing vehicles. It was a beautiful setting of snow covered pine trees. I was physically shaking i was so turned on knowing what i was about to do. 

Unbuckling my jeans they fell to the ground. I frantically pulled down my briefs, and my cock sprung free! What an exhilarating feeling!

However the feeling of the cold air on my exposed shaft and balls was even more exciting. My sack quickly tightened and as soon as i touched myself it was electric. The jolt of sexual excitement was almost overwhelming. 

There i stood stroking slowly at first but in total euphoria. Then faster imagining the lady of the day that fueled this lustful event. I pumped it fast, then faster still, oh God I was about to cum. 

Then I lost my balance and stepped backward to not fall. A tree branch slid between my ass cheeks, the cold snow covered pine needles were yet another stimulating jolt. The feeling of them brushing between my butt cheeks and raking under my balls was an added a sensation, one i had never felt before. That was it, I started to cum, and hard, harder than i can remember. 

My knees buckled and i dropped to the ground still squirting. There I was kneeling in the snow branches between my legs pressing  under my balls and cum dripping from my cock. I couldn't move. 

I remember wanting to lay down in the blanket of snow. as if i was being held by mother nature. But i couldn't go home soaking wet. So i just knelt there in the peaceful quiet of the forest.  

The gratification of having just released all that sexual tension and surrounded by the majestic pine trees was wonderfully erotic. I cleaned off best i could got dressed and headed home.

 It was a life memory that I never have forgotten. To this day being nude outdoors is thrilling.  True story. Yes i am hard & tugging on it while writing this wonderful memory.