The sun was sooo bright, and hardly any clouds.

Maybe three small clouds, driftin fast, and the sun was really bright, like there was nothing… between the sun, and that backyard….

I get to the shed too quick… not the normal pattern of the day, and I know it…, and it felt weird , the shade and shadows and everything were not like they were every afternoon when I was there, it was morning, and the place looked weird.

So I get around inside for a second…, and then there is a stall thing…, with a sort of plywood half door, and I open it…, and this total babe from next door is standing there fucking going for it…, bare ass against the wall, standing up, hand moving fast…. with her pants and panties around her knees… and her other hand holding her long shirt up…brown pubic hair flicking mini drips of pussy juice out like rain…

This girl is fully involved…, in, the, moment, baby….,I instantly relax, and back up a bit so she won’t feel threatened , or, stop…..

She looks up , says” What are you doing here… then, ” fuck…, don’t tell my dad…”

Yeah right, like thats the first thing I would think of…

(Most Dads would love it if their daughters were married by the time they are 14, and he would have probably kicked my ass for not fucking her.)

The last thing I would do, is tell a dad his daughter was not good enough for me….

She was acting cool, so I started getting my pants down, slow, to see if she wanted it… and she said…, “fuck off,…. no, not, un hunnnngghh,,

Shit, it was too late anyway, she said “just get out of here for a minute….’

So I walk around for a minute, sort of looking for the box of stuff I normally work with in the stacks… and a couple minutes later she is checking out the front door and getting her pants right…

She walks back to where I am, finds me and tells me its not personal blah blah, I’m over 18 but blah blah… my boyfriend blah, and I seriously wasn’t expecting you.

Mellow.., and I tell her I have jacked off in here a couple times too. And she takes a few seconds, and says..” show me..”

Pants down , dick out.., and I say ok, show me … Pants down, wet sticky panties down, and she says “just be cool ok? …” and pulls up that long shirt showing the nicest little batch of pubic hair and her pussy still a little swelled looking and sits back on some boxes…

My eyes exploring …my hand jerking my cock as it goes in and out of its moods.. going from super hard, to getting a little less, then hard again… she doesn’t do much, but actually seeing her…, seeing her hips and pussy and legs naked , right after she masturbated, was a lot sexier than she was in my fantasies about her…

I wanted to step toward her but I decided to kick back on some boxes that were right behind me. It was all basic, and finally, I was looking her in the eye, wondering ,waiting for some type of connection… nothing, really… So I take my eyes from her face, and look all around, and up at her pussy, and start thinking about just laying her back on those boxes, and fucking her, and fucking her, and fucking her, like a lover I have had for years…, so steady, and not caring about anything else in the world.. and…

Finally…., that hesitation, right, before, I, come, I sort of hold my breath, and her eyes locked with mine, and her focus drilled into the deepest part of my life , and the image of her standing in that stall doing herself , and the feeling of trust, took my mind, and my come shot across the space between us and it was almost like it was not mine, it was hers, it was ours, and it was totally a new thing in this horny creature’s life.

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Then we talked a bit, and it was pretty nice cooling down, and then getting on with the day… so bright, I’ll never forget how that day, was sooo bright..

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This, was the really cool awesome part of this story, I would not mess with looking for that weird shit, a woman is a wonderful, mysterious thing, but that mystery can have some power…, that can stay with you for years … be careful, going in shadowy sheds, at the wrong time of day….

Some sweeet ladies around…

Some girls I can talk to , and it is so casual to not really be flirting, but we are talking about weird places we have been…, where…., “the place just decides” we are going to need to masturbate pretty quick.

Then we can actually talk about like, specific places, bathrooms, stairwells, elevators , in certain buildings, whatever it takes, to get a minute away from the incessant national obsession with monitoring and supervision.

it is a mini rush to hear about a friend of hers( her) who was dong herself in her car in a busy multi level parking garage having a fantasy about almost any guy who walked by her that day…

There is a lot of “defiance against authority” and really, we respect real authority, but there is a lot of it, that never provides anything for us, we get used, and shoved away.

I like the validation and approval ( and adult erotic suggestions) thing…., from a smiling happy girl who couldn’t care less about what I do, with myself, and mostly just wants to trust me, and relax, and hope we all make it past these weird days, and maybe actually get laid once in awhile.

There are so many people who want us to pay them, for any moment of ‘less misery.’

” sooooo, you had a moment of less misery? huh? you know I could report you for that. “

” do you have a current masturbation permit?”

Another excuse for them…., to claim I am behaving like a teenager, and do not deserve rewards appropriate for an adult.

Pretty amazing that I have some of the most beautiful women within two hundred miles telling me they damn well approve, and they are, the reward, appropriate for an adult.

Somebody out there…., is getting a free ride.. and the girl knows it, and I know it.

So I am sitting in a cool little spot in the rocks next to the creek and the approaches are about impossible for anybody to get to, without me knowing about it, this forest is so natural that the power of the place will force me to act natural, there is no real authority who could ever afford to patrol all of it, but we are so conditioned to believe they could, I am a hundred miles from town and I am still worried about getting caught.

Then I remember the girl back in the city, talking about how she knew a lot of cool girls who…, were very cautious, but they might, maybe, sort of….., get turned on, and let that feeling do what it wanted, until they were getting off, in some strange location.

That pulls in the healthy adult fantasy, nothing weird, strait sex, with a woman who is not in debt to any authority, or worried, about my social status, or earning capacity.

This is an extraordinary exercise in denial. I have to pretend there is some woman left, somewhere, who will not ask what I do for a living, and if I have friends with a fucking speed boat, so she can go water skiing. Maybe uuhh….a hot tub, a hang glider? Scuba gear?

Frequent flyer miles?

Nope baby, I got a hard on, next to a nice creek.

There are so many awesome girls who would love to let me fuck their silly little brains out next to that creek, but their boyfrind’s speed boat wouldn’t make it up my creek, I don’t have a “regulation creek”, it is a regular old fashioned one.

My come, and the authority ghosts and all their friends wash downstream, eliminated by the power of the forest, and the memory of the sweet smile and pretty eyes of the girl in the city, laughs…, and she just can’t wait…, to tell me more about her last…, little time she spent alone…

The girls send the signals….gotta respond somehow

There had been a bunch of guys in and out of the bathroom while I sat there holding my hard – on and finally they were gone, it got quiet, I stood up, looking at how my cock stood out and knew this was not recreational masturbation,

I got my pants down so I could spread my knees and the sat down and my balls were right up against me and I was so close to coming anyway I wanted to enjoy how hard it was for a minute……

Finally…, it was totally quiet, the cigarette in my hand tasted so good as I slowly stroked my cock and laid my head back and blew the smoke into the peaceful atmosphere I needed so much, to let myself get off…

Some shop girl had looked at me like she had wanted me to bend her over, right there, and just wouldn’t stop that look, and sensual smooth activity.. was like she was sort of dancing with me, no matter where I moved around the area….

I could almost feel her lips sucking me, then see her stripping down, and climbing on top, positioning herself, and mostly just wanting a cock, some cock,my cock, and my hand moved faster….as she lowered herself on me and went deeeeep, grippy, and clingy….unnnnghhh…..

The door opened and the anxiety hit, and I started going faster, anyway, I could damn near feel, this girl grinding her pussy on my crotch, and insisting, I come in her.

The guys went to the urinals , speaking a little, and I made myself lay back, they couldn’t see me, and when my body stretched out.. I opened my legs and let my hips squirm, feeling…., the girl laying on me, imagining us in a great bed,

the guy flushed the urinal and stepped to the sink , only a few feet away, and my come shot out… and out… and out…. and oh god it felt awesome…

I didn’t care if anybody was in there, I just slowly milked every drop of it out, feeling so finished and the mess was a lot.. but nobody needed that stall, and I took my time cleaning up.

The guys left, and I stood up and my cock still looked good, my wet pubic hair felt good with the air on it., my body felt good and I wanted the girl , not a bathroom…

But then I really liked it, and I wanted to have a time and place someday, where I could get my pants down, and keep them off, and then jack off when I felt like it..

I like writing about it…

I’m having fun with this.

Have a good … time…