Naked Outdoors in the Sun Series
Naked Outdoors in the Sun series:
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  I was always a sex maniac; I guess it was in my genes, or for sure in my jeans, when I started wearing them, after my younger days in shorts with the straps like suspenders, which I hated, by the way. The earliest memory I have was about four or five when I would lie on the hardwood floor of my parent’s house and hump my little dick against the smooth    About that time my mom was on the phone one day and I snuck out on the front porch stark naked and walked down to the end of the deck behind the railing that ran along the street side of the front of the house. My mom came running out and yelled at me and whopped my bare butt as I ran screaming into the house.    That was the start of my exhibition tries. I continued to try to get outside naked every chance thereafter and didn’t get very far due to my watchful mother. When we moved from     We moved up into the foothills and had an old shed in the ‘back forty’, as we used to call it, and I would hide in there and rip off my clothes and fondle my little dick every chance I got. The hot weather meant shorts without any underwear which drove me wild with pleasure feeling the denim rub the sensitive nerves in the end of my penis.     I found, in my explorations of the hills, an older house that was a rental and vacant at the time, and I used to sneak in, since doors were never locked in those days. Once inside I would pull my shorts off and walk around the bare rooms naked, loving the feel of the hardwood floors on my bare feet and the thrill of being naked in a strange house where I might get caught. In the kitchen area there was a double sink with the usual high faucet and I found if I laid down on the counter with my hips over the sink that I could turn on the faucet and let the water run down the crack in my little bottom while I pulled on my dick until I would orgasm in pure bliss, over and over.      Anyway, most boys I think experiment around this way, but I kept it up as I grew older and really became obsessed with masturbating anytime and anywhere I could, but especially outside in the sun, I loved that most of all.      So I got married, several times, but still snuck out to masturbate in the open whenever possible, which didn’t help my relationships a lot. It was that adrenalin rush of being naked in the sun and possibly being seen that kept me going. I frequented nude beaches, took long hikes in the back country naked, etc. and this is my story about several of those incidents.      I was a traveling salesman and had just rented a duplex in      The sliding glass door on the opposite unit was closed, with the drapes pulled, and the kitchen window to the left of that had the mini blinds drawn. There was a sign out front that I had noticed saying it was vacant and for rent, so I assumed I was pretty safe if I wanted to play a little. I was sitting, wearing jeans and a tee shirt and barefooted, on the top step, with my feet extended down to the patio, and leaned back up against the screen door with my face raised to catch the rays as I continued to sip my brew. The neighborhood was quiet with just smatterings of voices occasionally from the people on my left, who were two ladies of whom I knew absolutely nothing about.      I stood up with a raging hard on and rubbed it through the jeans as I stretched and then I went in for another Oly. As I looked out the window and sipped from the new cold one suddenly the mini blinds across the way opened and a lady pulled them all the way up and began to clean the kitchen window. Evidently she was the cleaning service for the duplexes and was getting it ready to rent.        I pulled my tee shirt off over my head as I stood in front of my window and she looked over and then went back to work, apparently too busy to care. Since I was hidden from the waist down by the counter under the sink window I undid my jeans and let them slide to the floor and leaned forward to rub against the smooth cabinets. I continued to watch her stretch and clean and noticed she was very well built, wearing a white blouse filled out very nicely and jeans over a small waist. That was all that was visible as she reached up and sprayed glass cleaner and then wiped all the smudges off the window.        I went into my bedroom and pulled out some old cutoffs that were ragged and very short and slid them over my bulging organ and just fastened the top button. Then I went out through my back door and sat on the steps again with my legs extended to the bottom step and spread so she could look up my pant leg opening, hopefully. She looked over again but still didn’t seem to care as she worked on.      She disappeared for a while and then I heard a vacuum cleaner start up somewhere in the apartment as I dozed slightly, enjoying the heat and the buzz on from the beers I had consumed. I moved my legs back and forth to put pressure on my dick, and it got rock hard again and poked out through the opening under the top button. I reached down and pushed on it to increase the pressure and sighed, God it felt good! But the shorts were binding in my crotch, so I stood up and went back inside for another brew and to find something else to wear.       As I looked out the window again I raised my eyebrows as I saw the lady appear in the window again, evidently to get more cleaning stuff from the kitchen cabinet. Sometime while vacuuming, or whatever, she had removed the blouse and was only wearing her white bra. She looked over at me, then went out of sight, and the vacuum started again.     I looked around the kitchen and found a thin dish towel. I stepped out of my shorts and wrapped it around my waist like a sarong, feeling my heart race as I contemplated what I was about to do. “Here goes nothing.†I said to myself, as I opened the door and walked out onto the top step, feeling the hot sun through the thin towel on my penis and inner thighs, and I almost came right then.     I sat down on the step again and stretched my legs with them close together and leaned back against the screen door. I looked down at the bulge in the towel, but I was still safely covered if anyone looked out at me. My left thigh was uncovered where I had knotted the towel, but it was hidden from the angle to the sliding glass door across the way, but not to the kitchen window.     I sat and drank with my head back and my eyes closed, and wiggled my legs so my penis was stroked by my thighs and the towel until I was about to explode. By now I was bathed in sweat and it was running down my chest and stomach and off my legs around my balls which added more excitement. I couldn’t help in my drunken state reaching up under the towel through the gap on the left side and grabbing my aching dick in my left fist and staring to run it up and down my stiff shaft, holding it to the side as much as possible so it wouldn’t be too obvious.      I finally stood up and went in for another brew to prolong the delicious ecstasy that was coursing through my body. After getting the new can I moved the towel around so the opening was at the back and would have me covered as I went out to sit. Then I once more went out into the hot sun and sat down with my bare bottom on the warm concrete which turned me on even more! Keeping my legs together I stretched out again and leaned back as I tipped the can up.      I looked over at the opposite kitchen window through slitted eyes and saw the lady appear again and stare out at me this time. She reached up and slid one strap down and grabbed her breast and I almost lost it right then. But then she disappeared again just as fast. “She must be paid by the job.†I remembered thinking, as I slowly opened my legs and began to move them so they were jerking me off from the towel moving back and forth over my lap.      I reached around in back of me and untied the knot holding the towel together. It loosened and my stiff dick pushed it up on my lap like a tent. I looked down and could see my naked sides all the way down with the towel over just my lap. I set the beer down and then I raised my arms over my head and stretched back against the screen door as I felt the towel begin to shift off my thighs.       Just then the curtain on the patio door across the way flew back and the lady opened the sliding door as I gasped in shock. Oh, boy, I’m in trouble now, I thought as I feverishly pulled the towel around me. I stared over at her as she started to clean the sliding door and realized she was wearing only her bra and underwear. Apparently the air conditioner wasn’t working or something because she was sweating and I could see her wipe the sweat from her face periodically. She glanced my way but kept working. I watched and slowly slid my left hand back around my shaft and started jerking off again as I panted and moaned softly with my mouth open slightly.     Once again she disappeared and I heard water running and then doors banging around from in the house, all sounds of someone cleaning speedily. Then all of a sudden all got really quiet as I pumped up and down on my swollen member. I leaned back, now totally drunk and thrilling to the waves of pressure surging through my penis and balls as I realized I was about to come.      No sign across the way so I slowly slid the towel off my thighs so it was only covering my penis and I jerked it faster and faster as my legs twitched open and closed and my bare butt rubbed back and forth on the sweat slick concrete step. The ends of the towel hanging between my legs teased the insides of my thighs. I reached up with my other hand and scratched my fingernails over my nipples and then in long streaks down over my stomach and finally grabbed my pulsing hot penis, just barely covered with the thin towel, with both hands and pumped it feverishly up and down as I humped my hips up off the step and clinched my butt tight.       Then I lost it and ripped the towel off and yanked my dick up in the air in the hot sun furiously as it swelled and jerked, and then I came hard, shooting cum up on my chest and over my hands and spurting up onto my stiff nipples. I convulsed for what seemed like hours as I felt like my insides were ripping apart and I was getting a rupture in my balls.      Then I sank back down on the step and pulled the towel around me as I looked around to see if anyone was watching me. Then I stood up and turned the towel around to cover my butt as I went back into the kitchen. I leaned against the counter to catch my breath when the lady appeared in the patio door again and closed it and locked it, and then pulled the drapes closed. Had she seen me get off? I will never know. Suffice to say she never called the cops, and I didn’t get evicted, but it was one of the most pleasurable afternoons I can ever remember.   Â
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