Written by Harry_22

Fact
4 Mar 2014


I am lucky enough with my work that where possible I get to take a scenic route rather than a more mundane route along the motorway network. A random connection of thoughts (or as I would later realise, memories) gave me the sudden urge to have a wank. Driving across the moors, the road took me up a hill and ahead I could see heavy rain and dark clouds, perfect for the mood I was in.

I pulled into a fairly large car park, it was empty and had enough space so I could park set back from the road, but still have a good view around me. In other words I cold see if any other cars approached!

As soon as I backed into my space the engine was off and set clicked back and reclined. I lifted my waist and undid my belt and trousers pushing them and my boxers to halfway down my thighs, exposing my soft cock. Tingles went through me as soon as I touched it and even as I was still soft, as I tugged up and down I felt the pleasure sensations rise. I looked the wide open space and breathed heavy allowing myself soft moans. I was hard now and wanking in long slow strokes. My body wanted me to go faster, but I fought the urge to make it last.

Wind rocked the car slightly and I opened the windows feeling the cold air blow across my warm skin, cooler air tickling slightly as it blew between my legs. As soon as the window opened my mind flashed to meetings from years ago and I imagined hands snaking in through the opening to touch me and take over my wanking action. I laughed at myself as my left hand closed around the gear stick and I quickly wished that the car park was not quite so remote. I pumped my cock with some enthusiasm now and got that familiar sense of wantonness as I figured I would come right here and now in my car and worry about the clean up afterwards. Rain started to hit the car and cold drops landed on me giving me a new spike of sensation. Cold dots of rain hit my hard on and were consumed straight away by its heat.

The height of my feelings were quickly interrupted as a mini bus slowed and indicated to pull into the car park. I praised myself at the spot I had picked, I had plenty of notice to pull up my clothes and get straight even before it had left the road. I casually brought my note book onto my lap and so resumed the appearance of a business-man pausing to do some work in a picturesque location. I smiled to myself however as I fantasised that I was witnessing the arrival of a minibus of touring swingers and it was at that point that I thought I would get on my way and finish my action elsewhere.

I stopped twice more on my way home and to my disappointment I was interrupted twice more as well. Though to be fair, the disappointment did take the shape of my growing horniness and the need to get off!

When I got nearer home I decided to drive by the meeting places I would frequent a few years back, quiet lane locations with convenient woodlands and laybys. Sadly they were mostly blocked off now, large mounds of earth to stop people from parking. One space was accessible though and I grinned at my memories of the spot; it was ten years, maybe more, since I had an online pal called Leanne. She was much younger than me at the time and like me was in a relationship. We used to chat on MSN and would get each other off and we met a handful of times. I introduced her to this spot, one day I was on the phone to her when I stopped for a wank. I called her on her office number and had her listen to me while she sat at her desk, wanking off and talking dirty to her.

Good times I thought to myself as I parked and got out of my car. About 40 yards into the woods I moved strategically behind a familiar tree and dropped my trousers. I leant my bum back against the prickly bark as I took my cock in hand, near full hard by the time I touched it. My frustration from the day was ready to escape, but again I fought the urge to rush. My cock swelled rock hard in my fist. As I pumped from the base I rubbed a finger from my other hand around my tip accentuating the feelings. My heart jumped as a car went past, but to my relief it just passed on by. A cold wind kicked up and a shower of rain drops fell from the leaves all around me. I wanked in quicker, fuller strokes now and I knew it was time. I groaned hard and looked down to watch the come launch from me, smiling broadly as I saw dollop after dollop shoot from my swollen helmet.

I leant back fully on the tree as my breathing subsided, my eyes closed, my hand still locked around my softening cock. I pulled my hanky from my pocket and wiped what come was left on my tip and then tucked myself back away and straightened my clothes. I felt shifty as I headed back to the car, but knew straight away that I needed to do this more often!


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