Masturbating Under A Bridge In The Rain

This past April has been exceptionally rainy, but I've been eager to get outdoors and do the things I love.  One of my favorite hobbies is trail running, and there's a large local park near my house with gravel trails that meander through trees and over streams.  It's a beautiful setting with several miles of possible running routes.  The sky was overcast, with a chance of scattered showers, but I thought it was worth the risk.

I put on my light blue running shorts, a longer yellow sports bra, and tied my hair back.  Heading out, I set my Fitbit and was planning to do around five to seven miles today.  At this distance, I usually get a nice burst of "runner's high" as well as can get extremely horny, as an added bonus.  Sometimes the feeling lingers, and I masturbate in the shower after stretching.

The trails were lightly traveled with several runners and bikers.  I was about four miles into the run when the skies kept getting more and more threatening.  Shortly after, the first drops of rain started to fall.  The drops changed into a kind of misty drizzle, but the trees did a decent job of shielding some of it from me.  I was still getting wet, but it was actually more refreshing than a bother.  The problem, though, is that rain makes me need to pee really badly!  There was a bridge, not too far ahead, that I could go beneath to do my business.  I veered off the trail, down a small slope, and got under the bridge.  There was a small stream there, but there was enough overhang for me to hide under safely.  The trickling sound of the water was also now adding to my bladder pressure.  I pulled my shorts down to my thighs, squatted, and did what I needed to do.

As I was finishing up, I started getting horny.  Really horny.  Air by the stream is always colder, and the air was cooled even more considerably from the rain.  Between my legs was hot and sweaty, and this cold breeze tickled my sensitive bits.  My blood flow was increasing, pulsing and engorging things down there.  It was very apparent that I wouldn't be able to ignore the situation.  Once I had it in my mind that I needed to masturbate, it was a mental domino effect making the urge increasingly stronger.

There were a couple of large boulders under the bridge that were about chair height.  I waddled over to one without pulling my shorts back up.  It was clean enough to sit on, but I wasn't exactly being too picky.  I scooted to the edge of the rock, did a quick look around, and then lowered my hand between my legs.

My pussy felt hot despite all the surrounding skin feeling cold from the sweat.  I used three fingers to glide slowly from my clit down over my lips and pussy, repeating several times.  I couldn't spread my legs wide enough to get comfortable due to the tight shorts around my thighs.  I kicked my shoes off to the side and then slid my shorts down over my socks.  I placed the shorts behind me on the rock and spread my legs wide.  Much better.  I continued rubbing my pussy, occasionally slipping in a finger or two.  My body had a warming sensation spreading all over, and my pussy was getting exceedingly wetter. 

My other hand moved up to my boobs.  Why were they still covered?!  I flipped my sports bra up, not taking it off completely, but still fully exposing my boobs.  They experienced a similar sensation as my pussy with the colder air.  They were sweaty and my nipples were pointy and firm.  I alternated squeezing each boob, with my motion ending with pinching the sensitive nipple.  My other hand switched solely to fingering now.  Two fingers fucking my pussy faster and faster.  The squishing sounds were audible over the light noise of the stream and rain.  My hips started to instinctively buck on rock.  I was so close and likely couldn't stop if I wanted to.  I focused the attention back to my clit in quick circular motions.  I exceeded the point of no return, gripped my boob, and thrust two fingers back into my pussy.  My pussy clenched my fingers with incredible force as waves of pleasure shot through me.  I tried to contain myself vocally, but I couldn't hold back a short but loud "AHHhhh!" that probably could have been heard if there were any passersby on the bridge above.  My grip lessened on my boob.  My pussy relaxed, freeing my fingers from deep inside me.  I steadied myself on the boulder with my "boob hand", and brought the other hand's fingers to my mouth.  I closed my eyes and savored the taste.

My post-orgasmic mind quickly shifted back to logic and, for a brief moment, panic set in as I had lost awareness of my surroundings.  Nobody was there.  I slipped my shorts and shoes on, and finally rolled my sports bra back down.  There was a wet spot on the edge of the rock that was clearly the work of my pussy.  My sweaty bum also left distinct cheek prints, which I admittedly laughed when I saw them.

The rain was no better or worse, so I made my way back up to the trail.  My nipples were clearly visible through my bra as I ran home, but there really wasn't anything I could do.  I saw a few men on bikes who shared a smile and wave as we passed, and it was quite a turn giving them an innocent little peek.  I'll never know if any of them happened to be over the bridge at the time of my release, but it's fun to think that they were.

xx,

clover