Nature had come

Last week I took advantage of some alone time at the edge of a beautiful pond in New England. Here is what I wrote to my Dom about the experience. I had been instructed to masturbate three times during the day but not come.

It was a beautiful day here, about 75 degrees. Driving the 3/4 mile road into camp and to the waterfront, I saw nary a soul. Perfect; I love the solitude of the lake and woods. I parked, got my food and a water bottle and went to the picnic table closest to the shore. This area sits on a steep wooded bank about 20 feet above the water. It faces West, so the sun was filtering through the trees. A soft breeze was coming off the lake, keeping insects at bay. No one in sight; no cars.

It struck me this was the perfect place for session three. I could hear any vehicles if they came down the dirt road. I laid back on the bench of the table and pulled by dress up to my waist. The knee of my right leg was bent and on the bench; the foot of my left leg placed on the ground. The breeze on my naked body was heaven. How often can we get naked outdoors? I wanted to strip altogether, but didn’t. Instead, I played; poking, prodding, fingering. I could feel the wood of the bench on my ass as I reached toward my fingers and then retreated, again and again, until all I wanted was release. I didn’t let myself have it.

But what a sense of freedom! Although I wanted and still want that orgasm (twitching now), I enjoyed this experience immensely.

After a few minutes, just lying there on the bench, I got up, my dress falling back into place. I walked to the boat ramp area and waded into the lake. Again, I resisted the urge to strip and jump into the water. Practicality and modesty (fear?) won out. No towels, no way to cover up if some one came by. But I wanted to dive in and come out an lie naked on the sand, in the sun.