Naturally
I just needed to get away from it all for awhile. That was my excuse, anyhow, for loading my backpack with a couple of bottles of frozen spring water, a small bag of trail mix and some beef jerky, a blanket, and a spare pair of shoes and socks.
I'd arrived at the park a little after breakfast, glad that the weather was going to hold for the day, not too hot out finally. The trees were just beginning to turn lovely colors, and the water of the stream was warm from all the summer sun that had been working on it for months now. I shouldered my pack, locked up the car, and headed up over the hills and through the woods, thankful for the sound of nothing but birds, the wind rustling the drying leaves, and, in the distance, the sound of rushing water.
As I neared the edge of the stream, I watched the tiny minnows swim near the edge, where the current wasn't so strong, and then I eventually waded in, shoes on for grip and balance on the moss-slippery rocks under the surface. The last thing I needed was to accidentally find a sharp rock or a piece of broken glass that had washed down from upstream, cut my foot, and spend my day off in the ER getting stitches and a tetanus booster. The water filled my shoes quickly, and I started moving once I'd adjusted to the strange feeling.
It had been a long month of too much to do at work, too many things going on in my personal life, and long days inside without the hope of seeing a leaf or a blade of grass that wasn't perfectly manicured by the complex's maintenance staff. I wanted to see tree bark, rough fields, natural rocks, and listen to the water as it rushed over rapids and eddied around the roots of the enormous trees that lined the banks of the stream. I was glad that they'd left this park in its natural condition, and mandated that no homes could be within a mile of the water. It would mean my whole day was peaceful.
After a half-mile or so of walking through the streambed, I found a spot where the water was a little deeper, and I was glad I'd remembered to put everything not waterproof into sealed plastic storage bags. I found myself knee deep, then deeper, in the warm, rapidly-flowing water, and soon enough I was up to my hips, and then my waist, giving a small gasp as the water soaked into my shorts and panties. Even though the water wasn't frigid, it was still a shock to my system, one that made my nipples crinkle inside my bra and goosebumps break out on my arms.
A few more feet, and the bottom dropped out from beneath my feet and I started to tread water, getting wet to the neck. I swam slowly towards the shore, and found a place shallow enough to get my feet under me, and pulled off my backpack and tossed it up between the roots of a giant maple tree that was just on the edge of the water. I swam backwards into the water, just floating, letting the water cascade around me. Dipping my head back, the water filled my ears, and I could hear nothing but my breathing, my heartbeat, and the sound of the water moving. I closed my eyes and let my mind wander, turning slowly in circles as my hands paddled lightly to keep me afloat.
As I moved, I eventually turned with my head downstream, and the water began to push against my slightly-spread legs, and I sighed. It had been quite awhile since I'd had a chance to be with anyone intimately, and even a few weeks since I'd been able to relieve any tensions I was feeling on my own. I just never seemed to have time, but today I'd made time for myself, and the weeks of nothingness were very clear and present just then.
I let the water move against me, my nipples still rubbing against the fabric of my bra, the sun warm on my wet body. But it didn't take long before I knew that floating here wasn't going to cure my "problem", and I rolled up and over, swimming for the shore.
I climbed out of the water and shook the wetness away, wringing out the tail of my shirt before I dug through my backpack and pulled out the bag with the blanket in it. I shook out the flannel square and spread it in the hollow between the large roots to either side of me, then sat down with my back against the rough bark. I pulled out a bottle of water and took a long drink, then put the bottle down as I pulled off my wet shirt and caressed the smooth skin of my stomach, sighing. Knowing I was alone and wouldn't be disturbed, I peeled off my soaked shorts, dumping them to the side with the t-shirt. I lay back a little more, and slid my bra up over my breasts, the palms of my hands grazing my nipples back to rock hardness.
I took the crinkled nubs between my fingertips, twisting lightly, the pleasure making my back arch. I could feel the electricity of my motions running in a straight line from my chest, down between my legs. My knees came together and my thighs clenched, giving the first ripple of pleasure. I kept up the momentum, twisting, pulling, tweaking, palms moving and caressing the entire breast on both sides, imagining back to my last encounter with a guy I'd been dating at the time. He had been nearly obsessed with my tits, and as sensitive as mine were, I hadn't minded. I'd had many orgasms just from that alone, both with him and solo.
I slid my hand from my left breast down into the waistband of my panties and beyond, teasing the light smattering of hair, pulling at it lightly, feeling the tension, and then moved my fingers even further down, dipping them into the wetness that my teasing had caused. I smeared it over my clit and began to rub in the small circles that I'd come to trust as almost second nature. One finger traced my flesh, another pulling at the outer lips of my pussy, as my feet braced against the ground. My knees spread wider as I pushed my other hand between my legs, moving my panties away so that I could slip two, then three fingers inside myself. I could feel how full and wet I was, and began to thrust hard against my hand, rocking my hips, moaning out loud.
My fingers flew over my clit, my whole arm moving, and I looked down to watch, turning myself on even more. My eyes closed partially, wanting to squeeze shut with the pleasure, but reluctant to miss out on the erotic sight of my fingers inside me, hand moving, hips grinding, and closer, my nipples hard, breasts swaying.
I cried out as the first orgasm ripped through me, and heard birds take flight in the forest behind me. I pulled my fingers free to allow my pussy to recover, and to shove my panties down and off. Spreading my legs wide, I crammed my fingers back inside myself, thrusting hard again and again, bringing back the tension and setting off another orgasm, a hard one that made my stomach muscles clench and brought my back up in a bowed arc. I kept thrusting, arching my fingers up, feeling the familiar sensations that I loved. After a few more seconds, I yanked my hand free, rubbed my clit a few times and exploded, juices spraying from my pussy in an arc as I came a third and final time.
I lay there, catching my breath, feeling my juices running down the crack of my ass and sighed. I lifted my fingers to my face and smiled, licking just a taste from them, and then closed my eyes, content in the knowledge that there were still miles of creek, plenty of spots to "rest", and many hours before I had to be home.
I'd arrived at the park a little after breakfast, glad that the weather was going to hold for the day, not too hot out finally. The trees were just beginning to turn lovely colors, and the water of the stream was warm from all the summer sun that had been working on it for months now. I shouldered my pack, locked up the car, and headed up over the hills and through the woods, thankful for the sound of nothing but birds, the wind rustling the drying leaves, and, in the distance, the sound of rushing water.
As I neared the edge of the stream, I watched the tiny minnows swim near the edge, where the current wasn't so strong, and then I eventually waded in, shoes on for grip and balance on the moss-slippery rocks under the surface. The last thing I needed was to accidentally find a sharp rock or a piece of broken glass that had washed down from upstream, cut my foot, and spend my day off in the ER getting stitches and a tetanus booster. The water filled my shoes quickly, and I started moving once I'd adjusted to the strange feeling.
It had been a long month of too much to do at work, too many things going on in my personal life, and long days inside without the hope of seeing a leaf or a blade of grass that wasn't perfectly manicured by the complex's maintenance staff. I wanted to see tree bark, rough fields, natural rocks, and listen to the water as it rushed over rapids and eddied around the roots of the enormous trees that lined the banks of the stream. I was glad that they'd left this park in its natural condition, and mandated that no homes could be within a mile of the water. It would mean my whole day was peaceful.
After a half-mile or so of walking through the streambed, I found a spot where the water was a little deeper, and I was glad I'd remembered to put everything not waterproof into sealed plastic storage bags. I found myself knee deep, then deeper, in the warm, rapidly-flowing water, and soon enough I was up to my hips, and then my waist, giving a small gasp as the water soaked into my shorts and panties. Even though the water wasn't frigid, it was still a shock to my system, one that made my nipples crinkle inside my bra and goosebumps break out on my arms.
A few more feet, and the bottom dropped out from beneath my feet and I started to tread water, getting wet to the neck. I swam slowly towards the shore, and found a place shallow enough to get my feet under me, and pulled off my backpack and tossed it up between the roots of a giant maple tree that was just on the edge of the water. I swam backwards into the water, just floating, letting the water cascade around me. Dipping my head back, the water filled my ears, and I could hear nothing but my breathing, my heartbeat, and the sound of the water moving. I closed my eyes and let my mind wander, turning slowly in circles as my hands paddled lightly to keep me afloat.
As I moved, I eventually turned with my head downstream, and the water began to push against my slightly-spread legs, and I sighed. It had been quite awhile since I'd had a chance to be with anyone intimately, and even a few weeks since I'd been able to relieve any tensions I was feeling on my own. I just never seemed to have time, but today I'd made time for myself, and the weeks of nothingness were very clear and present just then.
I let the water move against me, my nipples still rubbing against the fabric of my bra, the sun warm on my wet body. But it didn't take long before I knew that floating here wasn't going to cure my "problem", and I rolled up and over, swimming for the shore.
I climbed out of the water and shook the wetness away, wringing out the tail of my shirt before I dug through my backpack and pulled out the bag with the blanket in it. I shook out the flannel square and spread it in the hollow between the large roots to either side of me, then sat down with my back against the rough bark. I pulled out a bottle of water and took a long drink, then put the bottle down as I pulled off my wet shirt and caressed the smooth skin of my stomach, sighing. Knowing I was alone and wouldn't be disturbed, I peeled off my soaked shorts, dumping them to the side with the t-shirt. I lay back a little more, and slid my bra up over my breasts, the palms of my hands grazing my nipples back to rock hardness.
I took the crinkled nubs between my fingertips, twisting lightly, the pleasure making my back arch. I could feel the electricity of my motions running in a straight line from my chest, down between my legs. My knees came together and my thighs clenched, giving the first ripple of pleasure. I kept up the momentum, twisting, pulling, tweaking, palms moving and caressing the entire breast on both sides, imagining back to my last encounter with a guy I'd been dating at the time. He had been nearly obsessed with my tits, and as sensitive as mine were, I hadn't minded. I'd had many orgasms just from that alone, both with him and solo.
I slid my hand from my left breast down into the waistband of my panties and beyond, teasing the light smattering of hair, pulling at it lightly, feeling the tension, and then moved my fingers even further down, dipping them into the wetness that my teasing had caused. I smeared it over my clit and began to rub in the small circles that I'd come to trust as almost second nature. One finger traced my flesh, another pulling at the outer lips of my pussy, as my feet braced against the ground. My knees spread wider as I pushed my other hand between my legs, moving my panties away so that I could slip two, then three fingers inside myself. I could feel how full and wet I was, and began to thrust hard against my hand, rocking my hips, moaning out loud.
My fingers flew over my clit, my whole arm moving, and I looked down to watch, turning myself on even more. My eyes closed partially, wanting to squeeze shut with the pleasure, but reluctant to miss out on the erotic sight of my fingers inside me, hand moving, hips grinding, and closer, my nipples hard, breasts swaying.
I cried out as the first orgasm ripped through me, and heard birds take flight in the forest behind me. I pulled my fingers free to allow my pussy to recover, and to shove my panties down and off. Spreading my legs wide, I crammed my fingers back inside myself, thrusting hard again and again, bringing back the tension and setting off another orgasm, a hard one that made my stomach muscles clench and brought my back up in a bowed arc. I kept thrusting, arching my fingers up, feeling the familiar sensations that I loved. After a few more seconds, I yanked my hand free, rubbed my clit a few times and exploded, juices spraying from my pussy in an arc as I came a third and final time.
I lay there, catching my breath, feeling my juices running down the crack of my ass and sighed. I lifted my fingers to my face and smiled, licking just a taste from them, and then closed my eyes, content in the knowledge that there were still miles of creek, plenty of spots to "rest", and many hours before I had to be home.
12 years ago
you pleasure yourself keep writing