Giving Him Two Outdoor Orgasms

Owen and I vacationed one year into dating to a beach in Florida.  We had lots of playtime at the house we rented, but there were two instances where I masturbated him outside, both to his surprise.

The first instance was after a late-morning run.  We're both runners and capable of doing 10K to half-marathon distances, but it's a lot different running in Florida summer humidity and heat.  We mapped out a run, sunscreened up, and headed out the door.  I was wearing a simple running bra and white athletic shorts, and Owen had on a bright yellow shirt and shorter black swim trunks.  The run was oppressive, to say the least.  The sun was unforgiving, and breathing was quite a challenge in the dense air.  About three to five miles in, we were completely drenched in sweat and running low on water, so we decided to head back to the house.

Finally at the house, we cooled down in the side yard under a large tree that seems to have been there forever.  The house was away from the hustle and bustle, and it was about a 10 minute drive to the beach.  I ran inside just to grab some more waters, and then joined Owen under the tree to stretch.  When I came back, he had taken off his shirt, and his body glistened in all of the sweat.  I was getting my typical after-run arousal surge, and my brain came up with a naughty idea.  I went up to Owen's front and undid the ties to his trunks and started to pull them down.  He was rightfully confused, and there was a little bit of concern in his voice.  While we were kind of visible from the road, there weren't any houses across the street, and the adjacent neighbor's windows weren't visible with the tree.  The house sat on a curve, and it wasn't exactly a busy street.  

I got his trunks down his thighs, and he helped get them off the rest of the way.  I turned him around, so my boobs pressed against his back, and then reached around and started to play.  Running my fingers along the bare area above his penis and then downwards to his still-relaxed penis.  His body was so slick from the sweat that my fingers glided easily where they needed to go.  I started massaging his penis between my fingers, and I felt his cock growing and stiffening.  Once completely hard, I stroked him slowly at first, and then faster as his body responded to my touch.  He reached for my free hand and squeezed tightly as his orgasm and uncontrollable moans started.  Three spurts of cum ejaculated from his cock outward several images before landing on the ground.  The rest of his cum didn't have much distance, soaked my stroking hand, and dribbled to our feet.

The second outdoor masturbation incident occurred while we were at the beach.  It was a public beach with tons of people in the water and on the sand.  We had floats of some kind and were out in the water just beyond where the waves would crest and crash down.  We were both in the water, clinging to our rafts, just moving up and down and relaxing with what would become waves.  Most people were enjoying the waves, so there weren't many people out where we were.  Again, a naughty idea filled my head, and I decided to go for it.

While we were both facing the shore and hundreds of people, I told Owen to take off his trunks.  There was the momentary cause for concern as he assessed the situation, and then went along with my plan.  He removed his trunks and placed them on the raft while he continued to cling to it.  My wandering hand then searched for his penis, which was still soft and floating around in the currents.  I retracted his foreskin and massaged the tip of his cock.  Harder and harder his cock grew in my grasp, and I switched to stroking him.  He tried really hard to not be too audible when the moment hit, and he did a good job.  Knowing his body and his body language very well, I could tell when the orgasm hit, his cock releasing cum into the ocean.

The trip was memorable for a number of wonderful ways, but these two outdoor orgasms are ones I still think about often.