Enjoying The Rain In A Very Personal Way

This happened during a long weekend getaway. I rented a cabin on a ranch. Part of the ranch had large house that the owners turned into a bed and breakfast. It was huge with several rooms for rent. The ranch also had three old cabins, which they remodeled too. Those were rented separately. They weren’t close to each other or the main guest house. In fact, they were so far apart, you couldn’t see them or hear them from the cabin you were staying at. If you rented a cabin, you were guaranteed to hear nothing but the sounds of nature.

 The cabins had separate entrances to the property. They were also connected by a series of trails that also lead to the main guest house. But there were so many miles of trails, you could still hike and not see any sign of civilization. Plus, signs were posted on the paths that led to each of the cabins asking the other guests not to use the paths and respect the cabin renters’ privacy. That’s why I chose to rent one of the cabins. It was like having my own little piece of the prairie.

I arrived and checked in. While I was talking with the property manager, she mentioned that a nudist club had rented every room in the main house. She said it was a last-minute deal and if I felt uncomfortable, they would return my deposit. I was also told none of the other cabins were rented. I told her I had no problem with it. What I didn’t tell her is that I’m a nudist too. This little bit of information basically gave me the green light to openly enjoy my stay nude. I was going to do it any way, but now I wouldn’t have to sneak around. They rented the main house to nudists. I would blend in if anyone saw me.

I arrived at my cabin excited for the weekend. I unpacked my car, but didn’t completely unpack my suitcase. I left the clothes I brought in it. I only needed the clothes to carry along to cover up with in case I ran across anyone on the trail. There was no worry about that now. I was quickly undressed and set out to explore my surroundings. The sun and the breeze felt good against my skin. What I really wanted to see was a nearby stream. The manager said had a nice swimming hole. Skinny dipping was now at the top of my list.

 I found the stream and the swimming hole was as advertised. It was easy to get in and out of. I wasted no time in wading in. At its deepest point, it was about stomach high on me. The water felt even better than the sun and wind. After a long drive to get there, a relaxing soak is just what I needed. I spent about a half hour in the cool water before getting out. I let the sun dry me off as I further explored the area.

I returned home very relaxed. The prairie was wide open. You could see for miles. It seemed to be filled with birds of every variety. Their songs filled the air. I had only been here a few hours and already I was feeling right at home. Because the prairie was so wide open, with very few trees, I knew I could probably be spotted a mile away too. This was kind of exciting. I could roam around the property completely nude and could be seen by people I may not even realize are there.

The next day I woke up to cloudy skies. Rain was in the forecast but there was hope it would miss us. But the thunder was telling me another story. Before long, it started sprinkling. The sprinkles turned into bigger drops which soon turned into a gentle rain. I didn’t mind. There are few things I enjoy more than hiking nude in the rain. I grabbed a hat and left my sandals behind. I set out bare and barefoot. The rain trickled down my body. While it felt cold at first, I quickly got used to it. I wasn’t going to waste any of my time sitting inside. After my quick hike, I returned to the cabin and dried off. I fixed breakfast and made coffee. The cabin had a covered porch. I sat on the porch swing and enjoyed the sound and scent of the falling rain. When I was done, I propped a pillow against the end of the swing nearest the house. The swing was just long enough for me to stretch out with just my feet handing over the other arm. The atmosphere was very relaxing. I ended up dozing off.

I woke up very relaxed. This trip was supposed to help me unwind and it was working out just fine. The rain cooled the air to the perfect temperature. As I lay there listening to the rain, I realized my cock was a little more awake than the rest of my body. I got up and poured another cup of coffee. I pulled a chair to the banister on the front porch and propped up my feet. The rain felt good as it soaked my feet. I sat there and sipped my coffee. I also let my hand check out what was happening between my legs.

I wasn’t sure if my cock was relaxed and stretched out or if I was on the verge of being turned on. I gazed out onto the prairie while I let my hand do some exploring. I absentmindedly caressed my cock and balls. My touching was more of a reflex action. I continued to touch and rub myself. I wasn’t really turned on. It just felt nice and added to my relaxation.

I probably would have been fine if I had left myself alone. But too much attention caused my cock to firm up. The relaxing feeling was being replaced by another feeling. My touching became more constant and my cock was now getting much harder. I was no longer relaxed. I was now sexually excited. I spread my legs to give my hand more room. Fondling became stroking and my cock was even harder still. I was caught between two worlds. On one hand, I loved sitting there doing nothing but enjoying the rain. On the other hand, well, it was starting down the path to something I really enjoyed.

It was really the perfect mix. I would stroke and caress myself for a while and then stop. Edging seemed natural. My cock was solid at this point and enjoyed any attention I would give it. But sitting on the cabin’s porch during a gentle rain, didn’t give it a sense of urgency. I didn’t feel compelled to rush to finish the job. In fact, I began to wonder if I could do this all day. I closed my eyes and relished the moment.

I had probably edged myself for an hour when the scales tipped toward pleasure. My cock had endured all it could and now wanted release. The rain had picked up and was falling harder. I started matching the rain’s pace. I was now stroking a very swollen cock. I was still stretch out with my legs propped up on the porch railing. But they were spread farther apart and were tense from the teasing I had been giving my cock. My toes and the rest of my body tingled with the anticipation of what was about to happen.

I was stroking faster now. With each gliding pass, my cock jumped with excitement. The pouring rain was blowing into the porch and soaking my body. It didn’t matter to me. I was now focused on the building pleasure I was feeling. I did my best to make it last even longer, but my body gave out. My cock caved into the tantalizing pleasure before it. It erupted with a cloudburst of its own. Streams of cum shot from my cock landing on my chest and stomach. I was still stroking and prodding my cock. I wanted to experience every ounce of pleasure from this experience. Wave and wave of orgasmic delight echoed through my body. My body was truly alive. The air seemed come alive with each burst from my cock. Soon I was spent.

I lay there, now completely relaxed. The rain was coming down even harder now. I opened my eyes to survey the white sticky streams of cum as it mixed with the rain. I was completely satisfied. I was so relaxed. I didn’t want to move. I let the rain and cum drip down my body. I eventually decided to get up. I ventured out for another walk. What better way to get clean than let the pouring rain do all the work?