[F] I masturbated outdoors exclusively for 2 months when I was 20.

I’ve loved the comments and DMs in response to [the story I posted yesterday](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/voyjnm/fm_in_my_first_year_of_university_i_fucked_a_much/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3) and I want to keep sharing. This is a much less complicated memory for me. I loved writing it out and reliving it, and hope you appreciate it as well.

For my second year of University I moved out of halls and into a house share. I was a stranger to my housemates, but the place was very close to an enormous public green space with plenty of woodland, a few historic buildings, open air fields, and great paths that people would take for walking, running, and cycling. This was when I got into running, first thing every morning. It was my introduction to regular exercise.

Well, it turns out that exercise makes me really horny. Being in the fresh air with lots of grass and trees around also, it seems, makes me very, very horny. For the first couple of weeks, I would get through the door, run upstairs, and fuck myself on my bed after each run. After that, maybe reinforced by habit and context, I’d be overwhelmed about halfway through and need to stop.

One day I took a turn into the trees, looked around, made sure I had sufficient cover, and shoved my hand under my shorts to rub my clit as furiously as I could. On these runs I would get wet enough to soak my panties and I recall smelling myself in the morning air. I was there a few minutes, constantly checking, constantly rubbing, my back pressed into the trunk of this tree, trying to get myself off so I could carry on my run. I gave up and went home that day, and got myself off in the shower.

I had some days like that: enjoying the thrill of touching myself in public but being unable to cum. I started to actively look for spots I could hide, masturbate for a while, and keep running. I was good at it, I had my mental map of the best stops and hiding places, and my confidence built too, to the extent that I wasn’t so nervous about it and was regularly taking my dirty breaks like a pro, delighting in emerging my hiding spots to say good morning to fellow runners and cyclists like nothing was going on at all.

I broke the orgasm barrier when I learned to shed my clothes. One morning I’d gone quite a long distance and managed to find a spot with nobody obviously nearby and no clear view of the path. I removed my top and my shorts and stood there in just my running shoes, feeling my arousal peak as my body was exposed to the sunlight. I felt so fucking sexy like that. I have a mixed take on exhibitionism but this was truly the most sexual and beautiful I’d ever felt on my own. I leaned face-first against a tree and humped my fingers and before long I was having one of the most exhilarating and free-feeling orgasms of my life.

That became my routine from then on: find the spot, get naked, cum. It was always new and always beautiful, it wasn’t even the risk, it was just that it was right. I didn’t have fantasies about getting caught, or about a stranger joining in. It just wasn’t that kind of exposure. I was getting laid semi-regularly at the time as well, but the two were completely unconnected. This was my relationship with myself, or my relationship with the outside.

If I was on the path and I couldn’t see anyone, I began to get naked there too. Little stretches of nudity, peeling my top up and my shorts down and walking for a while, feeling exposed. Pulling my thighs open to show my pussy, stroking my breasts and my tummy, closing my eyes to enjoy the feeling of the open air. Just 20-30 seconds at a time. As an added bonus, it built my energy, so that when I found a good hiding spot to cum I’d be feeling myself so much, tingling all over. I never failed to have the best orgasms in that state.

I was always careful. I didn’t want to traumatise anyone or get arrested or any of the many risks associated. Like I said, it wasn’t the thrill of risk. I couldn’t expose myself until I felt sure I wasn’t going to be seen, and when I was sure I had a few minutes to myself, I could get wild. Lying flat on my back with my legs spread, fucking myself with my fingers; leaning against a wall and sticking my arse out and stroking my clit while the breeze caressed my back; arching and squirming and moaning out loud as I came hard on the grass and in the dirt. I’d come home with grass stains all over me, bits of tree bark stuck to my leg, sometimes with a twig or a leaf in my hair. One of the few times I came standing, my legs gave out, and I arseplanted straight into a patch of nettles which stung for hours.

The peak experience occurred when I went far enough to find the transition between this vast green space and the countryside. It was a Saturday, so more time to explore and experiment, but more risk of people as the day went on. So I went further. I reached the edge of some woodland already mostly nude, and as I strolled through the trees, the cover became dense and I removed my top and shorts altogether. I was sure I could have stopped here, but I was seeking something special. My naked hike, with lots of stroking myself all over, teasing my clit as I walked, took a turn uphill. Things got steep and I remember at one point I made the decision to scramble up a very steep slope rather than seek the path around and have to put my clothes back on. These would have been the distant hills visible from my bedroom window. That view was my favourite thing about that house. I climbed and hiked through some oppressive undergrowth until I reached a grassy clearing that looked like it was just made for me.

It did. It looked like it was made for me. Enough space for direct sunlight to shine down on my body as I lay back on the grass, my shorts in a pile. Enough big slopes all around that I didn’t have to worry someone would come across me. I got rid of my shoes and socks, too. My shins were covered in scratches and dirt. My eyes closed, the warmth of the sunlight on every inch of my skin, my right hand found my pussy. My left touched every part of me it could reach, from my face down to my toes. Admiring myself. I can not overstate how beautiful this made me feel. I wanted to indulge my body in this place as much as I could.

I came, ugly needy groans coming from low in my throat, my thighs seizing around my fingers and my back arching. It felt longer and more than usual. I felt a lot of love, physically. I calmed down, but didn’t stop. I was dragging my arse in the dirt and moaning constantly, both hands on my drenched pussy, vigorously kneading my clit and fucking myself with two fingers. I opened my eyes for the first time since I lay down, my vision tinted blue, and saw the cloud-mottled but bright sky framed by the leaves. I looked down at myself, and saw my naked body shimmering in the dappled light, coated in sweat. I loved the way I looked in that moment more than I ever have. My lower body tightened hard and shook violently with my second orgasm, and though my head jerked back a few times, I kept my eyes on myself, on my beautiful figure, with the grass and trees all around me.

I lay there for maybe an hour after that, too sensitive to keep touching, glowing with that feeling of love. I caressed my skin and felt it come to life beneath my fingertips. I laughed to the open air. The briefest, gentlest summer shower – just a few spitting raindrops, really – moistened my skin with dew, and I let it. At some stage, I felt like it was time to leave, and I got dressed, and hiked for the couple of hours it took to find my way home.

There were other experiences, but that was the one that defined this exploration. If I could only keep one memory of this period, it would be of that clearing deep in the woods. I have occasionally taken trips out over the years to get myself off in nature and feel alive in this unique way, but never such a sustained period again. Circumstances changed, I moved, I acquired a running partner, I dated, I twisted my ankle, I studied, I brunched, and my jogging phase ended. I never did get caught, at least, not as far as I knew… if anyone saw me, they sure as hell didn’t interrupt me. I have had plenty of outdoor sex and good and bad experiences with public nudity. This was my own little world.

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