The feel of my breasts bouncing gently as I walk naked through the woods always serves to turn me on. Any breeze through the trees, added to my own movement, makes my nipples crinkle up and harden to little nubs. Until recently, there was no one besides me who knew about my naturist side.
There is a large pond in the woods on the back side of my property. It is fed by a couple of springs, one of which is partway up the hill and always trickles a run of water into the pond. The second spring is at the bottom of the pond; I know it is there because that spot is sandy, and occasionally you can see bubbles rising from the area. There aren’t any fish in the pond, but there are always frogs and turtles, and because of the springs, the water is clear enough to watch them swim around. The frogs sometimes spend time on top of lily pads on the near side of the pond; the turtles often bask on a half-submerged log on the far side.
Because the pond is in a little bowl in the hills and surrounded by trees, there is rarely more than a gentle breeze there. That leads the surface of the pond to be smooth and reflective, so reflective that I have been able to take pictures of the turtle side of the pond where you can’t tell which side is really up or down. The dappled sunlight through the trees is always so lovely; it illuminates the deep green wild plants that grow around the pond.
Technically, the pond is not all on my property; two other plots abut it. I’ve never seen anyone else near the pond, but I know that the old couple who owns one of the other properties do walk out there sometimes because there is a little-used trail that leads back towards their house.
I’ve got my own well-worn path to the pond, and over the last couple of years, I’ve cleared a small grassy space on the bank where I can enjoy the sun and the water. Carrying the weed whacker all the way out there a few times a year is worth the effort to keep the grass short and the weeds down.
There is almost nothing I enjoy more than lying naked in the sun, getting super hot, and then plunging into that cool, clear water. On those hot summer days, I leave my clothes at home and only bring a towel and a bottle of water. Something about the peace and quiet out there really calms me down.
The one thing that I do enjoy more than lying naked in the sun and getting super hot is lying naked in the sun and getting super hot while masturbating. After orgasming, I find a quick dip in the pond always cools me down.
I walk out to the pond almost every day, usually after work; it isn’t far, but the exercise is nice. Any day it is warm enough I walk sans clothes. The path is good enough that I don’t even wear shoes. I can only spend time basking in the sun on weekends because the sun is only in the right spot for lying out in the early afternoon; it isn’t at the right angle in the evenings. I’m near my lush, verdant pond so much that even the birds have come to ignore me. Maybe they quiet down when I first arrive, but within minutes, they return. Their songs and chirps and twitters make the pond even more magical.
The birds are how I first knew they were there; their sudden quiet gave the visitors away. I was lying on my towel with my fingers drifting lazily across the skin on my stomach. I was in no hurry to get to the action; it is often the buildup that makes the best orgasms. I would occasionally drift higher, cupping my breasts and brushing my thumbs across my nipples to keep them engorged and hard.
Being distracted by my own thoughts and the sensations of my fingers sliding across my skin, I didn’t realize at first that the birds had gone quiet. But they had, and then I heard it, a noise I hadn’t heard near my pond before, human voices. Well, one human voice, a male voice. “Shhh! She’ll hear you!”
People don’t realize how well a whisper carries across still water.
I didn’t react. I didn’t want them to know that I knew they were there. Looking down the length of my naked body, I searched the brush on the far side of the pond. There were three of them; young guys, maybe college age, hiding behind trees. They weren’t dressed to blend into the brush; they were easy to see when I looked.
They weren’t on the old couple's land, but the third property. Maybe I had new neighbors that I hadn’t met yet? Well, they didn’t want me to know they were there, so who was I to burst their bubble? I would do what I came out here for.
The fact that they would be watching made the buildup even better. Maybe even dangerous. I found the thought of them seeing everything turned me on. Knowing they were watching was even hotter than normal.
Luckily, they were in exactly the position to watch between my legs as I brought my knees up and slid my fingers through the sparse hair on my mound. The sun and heat had already started to cause me to sweat a little, and my lazy daydreams had started my juices flowing. Knowing they were watching my every movement jump-started my lust. I pressed my middle and ring fingers on either side of my clit, not directly on it, but close enough that I could feel the pressure. Massaging up and down my slit a couple of times, I kept going and slipped both fingers inside myself. Pausing a moment to adjust to the intrusion, my left hand cupped a breast and gently tweaked the nipple.
Slowly withdrawing my fingers, I pulled the well-lubricated digits up my lips and back to my clit, rubbing slowly and carefully to spread the slickness around. Knowing that I was putting on a show for my viewers on the other side of the pond, I exaggerated my movements. Starting slow, I slid my fingers up to my clit and back down so that I could fully insert both fingers again. I tried to keep a fairly even pace, but I couldn’t help speeding up. I would twiddle my clit with my fingers at the top and mash it with the palm of my hand when both fingers were stroking my insides.
As I massaged my sex, I lifted my butt off the ground as if I was throwing my hips into an invisible lover. I tried to stay quiet, but I couldn’t help but moan out loud. I didn’t yell, I never did out there, because I didn’t want to disturb the natural order. But I’m sure the men watching heard every moan and sigh.
My left hand moved back and forth between my breasts, massaging each in turn, and tweaking my nipples. I had barely begun, and I could already feel my orgasm building. To put on an even better show, I alternated between thrusting my hips and contracting my stomach muscles like I was doing crunches, making it look like I couldn’t control my body. In some ways, I couldn’t because as my orgasm peaked and crashed over my body, my stomach convulsed, and I couldn’t help but roll onto my side.
“Oh, fuck, yes!” I didn’t yell, but even my normal speaking voice sounded loud in the relative quiet of the woods.
After catching my breath, I stood up and walked into the cool, clear pond. The chill water made my skin tingle, and the skin around my nipples contract. I made a point of not looking directly at my viewers, but I did check them out from the corner of my eye. They were still watching from their hiding places. As the water reached my hips, I pushed myself forward into a fake dive. It was just a way to get wet more quickly; I didn’t go under or even get my hair wet. The coolness of the water was very bracing after the heat of the sun.
I stood up with my back to the guys and rubbed myself with water, including splashing some onto my face. I really wanted to turn toward them so that they could see my naked breasts, but I knew if I did that, I would not be able to resist looking right at them. I paddled around in the pond until I started to get cold, and then walked back out of the water. I made sure that my hips wiggled more than usual as I stepped onto the bank and returned to my towel.
I sluiced the water from my arms and upper body with my hands. Then, placing my feet shoulder-width apart, I bent over and did the same with both legs, making sure that I flashed my ass, and maybe my vagina, to my viewers.
I bent over again to pick up my water bottle and towel before turning back to the pond. Glancing up into the trees to check the angle of the sun, I breathed a big sigh, big enough to expand my small chest to make my breasts look as large as possible. I smiled to myself as I realized I was also sucking in my stomach while puffing out my chest to give the guys the best view possible.
With a normal voice, which I am certain they all heard clearly, I said, “I am so glad tomorrow is Sunday.” I let out another big sigh and started walking up the trail to my home.
Would they take the hint and come back the next day?
