Outdoor Mutual Masturbation: An Erotic End to my Morning Jog

My exhibitionist side can’t resist outdoor mutual masturbation!

My morning jog is usually an uneventful outing. Surely I never expected it to lead to the hottest outdoor mutual masturbation session I’ve ever had. I put my earbuds in and lose myself in the steady thrum of my heartbeat as I run through the nearby park trails. The shade of the trees cocooned me as my feet pounded along the dirt road. I embraced the feeling of isolation coursing through me. It wasn’t until I stopped to do some stretches that I felt the hair rising on the back of my neck. A tingle in my bones told me I was being watched.

My eyes darted around the empty woods around me, searching for the person I knew was hiding amongst the trees. It only took me a few moments to find him. A man whose height towered over my own. A baseball cap pulled low over his eyes to obscure his face, and a long, thick cock sitting in his hand. My breath caught in my throat as I eyed this stranger just a short distance away. His hand slowly stroking his cock as he tilted his head up as locked eyes with me. I should have run. Instead, I found my tongue wetting my lips as I stepped into the cover of the trees.  It turns out this was a perfect spot for an outdoor mutual masturbation session

My heart was pounding, but it wasn’t from jogging.

The man’s hand paused on his cock and I could see the indecision to bolt on his face as I moved closer. “Don’t stop,” I called to him in a sultry voice. Leaning against a tree across from him, I slide my hands up to my breast, squeezing my nipples and letting out a soft moan of desire. That sound seemed to pull him from his dazed state, and his hand went back to stroking himself. My teeth bit into my lower lip as I watched this man I had never met pleasuring his enormous cock. It wasn’t long until I was pulling my shirt and sports bra off and sliding my leggings down. One hand on my tits as the other moved quickly to shove a finger into my already dripping pussy.

My cry of pleasure was swallowed by the trees as I pulsed my finger in and out of myself. I could see a drop of precum collecting on the tip of the man’s cock but I stayed where I was. Despite my eagerness to lick that cum off for him. There was something about outdoor mutual masturbation with this stranger that was much hotter than just giving him a blowjob would be. The tension continued to build between us as we kept our hands to ourselves.

A bit of outdoor mutual masturbation is the best kind of exercise!

My workout was long forgotten as I slid a second finger into my wet pussy. The wet sounds of my pussy mixed with quiet grunts of the man and my soft moans were the only sounds I could hear. It was like the wood had muted itself, leaving us alone in our bubble of debauchery. I sure hadn’t left my house with the intention of outdoor mutual masturbation with a stranger, but I certainly wasn’t going to complain. Especially not when I could feel my orgasm barreling down on me.

Soon my hand picked up its pace as I watched my conspirator speed up his hand on his cock. Seems like we were reaching our peak together. The image of this man emptying his cock across my chest flashed through my mind. As much as I love cum splattered tits, I didn’t want to break the magic of our outdoor mutual masturbation session. My orgasm hit me with such force that I found myself biting down on my fist to hold back my moans. The man’s cum spilled from his cock in long spurts that coated the ground. We both sat there panting, collecting our breath as we came down from our collective high.

Without a word he carefully stuffed his cock back into his pants and buttoned them up. Then, with a tilt of his head my direction he left. I was much slower collecting my wits, pulling my pants back up, and putting my bra and shirt back on.  I jogged home after that, realizing that there was no better exercise than a round of outdoor mutual masturbation.

So, did I ever see him again? If you want to know, give me a call, and I’ll let you know what other stories I may have.

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