Closest I've been to flashing
The next part happened at the same week I went for a naked night walk in one of my posts.
As I was left alone by my family while they went for vacation, I started to come up with the ideas of how I possibly could expose myself.
At first, I was working fully naked on front yard fully open. Anyone. Just ANYONE could possibly walk by and see me. Nearly got caught by my neighbour, but made it just in time behind a car. The next thing came up to me during a sunset while scrolling porn subs in a chair on a front yard. The urge to jerk off started to overwhelm me and I gave in. At first I was moving my hand carefully while sitting sideways to a sidewalk so it would be hard to tell if something is really happening, but it started to get hot, and since there was nothing holding me back back then, I fully undressed, just keeping my shorts on an armrest to cover a bit. Since it started to get dark, it was a bit harder for passersby to tell if I just didn't have shirt on or I was completely naked, so I used it to full potential. It was late summer, so many people were going for a walk after work and so many of them passed right by me. I was leaking like a hose. Never even I would have thought I would go for such bold move. So many people, so many friend-groups. I knew, if someone would figure something out whole squad will know and not sure what could ever happen if so. Would they laugh, would they just stare? This whole situation turned me on so much I was SHAKING in that chair. Experiencing orgasm out in the open with someone nearby just blew my head off so it even got darker in my eyes for a second. And I didn't plan to stop doing so the next day. I did exactly the same, but without the shorts to cover me, so it was fully obvious what I was doing. But something was different...
Our town was built on a hill and right in front of our house, on the other side of the road, starts a lowland. And it happened to be the second day of my devious activity when someone decided to burn a field down to clean it or it was just some assholes who thought it would be funny to burn down a whole freaking field. Everyone, and I mean EVERYONE, was stopping right in front of OUR house since it had the best view to watch this unplanned fire show. My excitement was through the roof that evening. Pumping my soul out was the only duty that evening. Sheer mass of hornyness made me go from painfully erected to a softie, unable to get hard because of how tensed up my whole body was. And I'm 100% sure few people caught a glimpse of me on both days. Someone even stopped on our driveway to look at the fire and keeping going was as much dangerous as rewarding, so I was not stopping then either. Third day was lame since mosquitoes started eating me alive, so no fun was allowed that day.
All of this happened last year, so I wanted to try again. For a safety measure put a towel on chair just in case to cover myself if something will go wrong. Few people passed by, but noone really cared and they went by without looking. Sadly.
As it started to get dark, was thinking about having a night walk again. At first I doubted that I'll get away with it once again, but I don't have another day this time, so I went once again.
This time I went before 12 p.m., around 11:30 so I have time to cover some distance and maybe someone still will be walking home as there were so many friend groups and couples, who stay up late.
This time I put on long shirt, so even if I remove my shorts, I still be somewhat covered on my waist in case I'll meet someone.
Half-way to a destination point I removed shorts and continued to proudly walk. To make less noise, I had to use road instead of sidewalk and, unfortunately, one of the houses had motion sensor which turns on the light. I hope they didn't have camera too, but as I said, my shirt covered me so I'm MAYBE good. After walking a bit further noticed that there are not so many cars, to be exact, noone passed by by the time I got where I was, which was saddening as I was hoping to flash drivers, truckers preferably.
On my way back it started to rain and since it was clear that noone will be walking or driving by, I removed my shirt too, walking completely naked, not counting the shoes (previous time I went barefoot and didn't enjoy it quite as much as I thought).
Urge to finally cum was too strong, so I put on my cock ring and started stroking as I walk. Holding for 14 days with last 3 days of constant edging turned my brain into a mush, so if anyone, just anyone would pass by, I'll just stand there, jerking it like a complete pervert. I clearly didn't care anymore.
One-third of a distance was passed and suddenly I heard something. A whistle. I'm sure it was a guy, but I didn't know where it came from, presumably from the back, but in darkness it was hard to tell. He didn't say anything else, but judging by the tone of whistle I can say one thing - it wasn't positive encouragement, more like he invited me for a "talk"...
Thanks God, he didn't chase me or anything, but I kept looking back from now on.
By the time I finally collected all my courage to flash a trucker, the road was blocked, so the only way to spice things up was going a bit closer to town's centre, but not too far. Saw a flashlight in a distance, thought maybe it's my final chance to finish in front of someone, but they took a turn and I lost my last opportunity. I couldn't wait another day, my cock was sore because of all that edging and having another full day without cumming would be a misery, so I came standing in the middle of the road, but this time right in the middle of the town so I could be seen. Or I couldn't. Who might know, besides whistler...
As I was left alone by my family while they went for vacation, I started to come up with the ideas of how I possibly could expose myself.
At first, I was working fully naked on front yard fully open. Anyone. Just ANYONE could possibly walk by and see me. Nearly got caught by my neighbour, but made it just in time behind a car. The next thing came up to me during a sunset while scrolling porn subs in a chair on a front yard. The urge to jerk off started to overwhelm me and I gave in. At first I was moving my hand carefully while sitting sideways to a sidewalk so it would be hard to tell if something is really happening, but it started to get hot, and since there was nothing holding me back back then, I fully undressed, just keeping my shorts on an armrest to cover a bit. Since it started to get dark, it was a bit harder for passersby to tell if I just didn't have shirt on or I was completely naked, so I used it to full potential. It was late summer, so many people were going for a walk after work and so many of them passed right by me. I was leaking like a hose. Never even I would have thought I would go for such bold move. So many people, so many friend-groups. I knew, if someone would figure something out whole squad will know and not sure what could ever happen if so. Would they laugh, would they just stare? This whole situation turned me on so much I was SHAKING in that chair. Experiencing orgasm out in the open with someone nearby just blew my head off so it even got darker in my eyes for a second. And I didn't plan to stop doing so the next day. I did exactly the same, but without the shorts to cover me, so it was fully obvious what I was doing. But something was different...
Our town was built on a hill and right in front of our house, on the other side of the road, starts a lowland. And it happened to be the second day of my devious activity when someone decided to burn a field down to clean it or it was just some assholes who thought it would be funny to burn down a whole freaking field. Everyone, and I mean EVERYONE, was stopping right in front of OUR house since it had the best view to watch this unplanned fire show. My excitement was through the roof that evening. Pumping my soul out was the only duty that evening. Sheer mass of hornyness made me go from painfully erected to a softie, unable to get hard because of how tensed up my whole body was. And I'm 100% sure few people caught a glimpse of me on both days. Someone even stopped on our driveway to look at the fire and keeping going was as much dangerous as rewarding, so I was not stopping then either. Third day was lame since mosquitoes started eating me alive, so no fun was allowed that day.
All of this happened last year, so I wanted to try again. For a safety measure put a towel on chair just in case to cover myself if something will go wrong. Few people passed by, but noone really cared and they went by without looking. Sadly.
As it started to get dark, was thinking about having a night walk again. At first I doubted that I'll get away with it once again, but I don't have another day this time, so I went once again.
This time I went before 12 p.m., around 11:30 so I have time to cover some distance and maybe someone still will be walking home as there were so many friend groups and couples, who stay up late.
This time I put on long shirt, so even if I remove my shorts, I still be somewhat covered on my waist in case I'll meet someone.
Half-way to a destination point I removed shorts and continued to proudly walk. To make less noise, I had to use road instead of sidewalk and, unfortunately, one of the houses had motion sensor which turns on the light. I hope they didn't have camera too, but as I said, my shirt covered me so I'm MAYBE good. After walking a bit further noticed that there are not so many cars, to be exact, noone passed by by the time I got where I was, which was saddening as I was hoping to flash drivers, truckers preferably.
On my way back it started to rain and since it was clear that noone will be walking or driving by, I removed my shirt too, walking completely naked, not counting the shoes (previous time I went barefoot and didn't enjoy it quite as much as I thought).
Urge to finally cum was too strong, so I put on my cock ring and started stroking as I walk. Holding for 14 days with last 3 days of constant edging turned my brain into a mush, so if anyone, just anyone would pass by, I'll just stand there, jerking it like a complete pervert. I clearly didn't care anymore.
One-third of a distance was passed and suddenly I heard something. A whistle. I'm sure it was a guy, but I didn't know where it came from, presumably from the back, but in darkness it was hard to tell. He didn't say anything else, but judging by the tone of whistle I can say one thing - it wasn't positive encouragement, more like he invited me for a "talk"...
Thanks God, he didn't chase me or anything, but I kept looking back from now on.
By the time I finally collected all my courage to flash a trucker, the road was blocked, so the only way to spice things up was going a bit closer to town's centre, but not too far. Saw a flashlight in a distance, thought maybe it's my final chance to finish in front of someone, but they took a turn and I lost my last opportunity. I couldn't wait another day, my cock was sore because of all that edging and having another full day without cumming would be a misery, so I came standing in the middle of the road, but this time right in the middle of the town so I could be seen. Or I couldn't. Who might know, besides whistler...
