Mid run masturbation

I was maybe about 1/4 of the way done with my run and I was dying both literally but also dying to touch myself. I had not realized that running naked had three effects on me:

1. The thrill of being caught by anyone still got my juices flowing despite being naked for so many years. The honk of a passing car ‘s headlights illustrated their approval of my running “attire.”
2. The cold seemed to make my nipples ache and throb, which in turn made me produce even more juices from my pussy as well. The warm juices and sweat would cool down to cause a shiver of pleasure through my body with each step.
3. The most important effect was I forgot that my boobs would bounce all around with my run, causing a stream of pleasure with each bounce. This would lead to the production of even more pussy juice and eventually lubricated my legs to rub right at the top of my legs where they would graze my pussy just enough to **** a ping of pleasure with each step.

I was breathing heavily from not just the cold air and fatigue of being out of shape but also due to the need to get myself off. I told myself, (C’mon, Jaime, self control…I need to push myself a bit before rewarding my desires.) I continued with my run and each step only seemed to feel worse than the last as my fatigue and horniness mixed together to form an interesting combination of pain/ pleasure. I was never one of being a masochist but I’m assuming this is what the hardcore bdsm must be describing when they endure some gnarly treatment during sex.

The ping of pleasure was beating out the pain as I realized I was about at the halfway point and in the park that was at the end of the neighborhood. I slowed down my pace and could feel that I was soaking wet between my legs. I found the park to be completely empty considering it was maybe about 6:30am on a weekday so that was to be expected. I found a gazebo with a park bench that seemed to be the perfect spot to get myself off before making my way home. I couldn’t tell you why I was so horny but I had given up on trying to figure out why my body did things the things it did.

I plopped my sweaty ass on the bench and brought my left foot onto the seat right next to me. I heard my lips squelch open just from the movement as I could see the glistening in the early morning light. I was soaked and ready to play with myself. I decided to tease myself as I wiped the thin layer of cool sweat off my arms before wiping off my chest. My hands made it to my tits but not to my nipples. I purposely wiped around it before I could not endure it any longer. I pinched my nipples as I let out as coo of pleasure that had been stuck inside me since I started the run. I cupped each breast and started to moan. My other hand was quickly moving down and wiping the sweat from my tummy before it was rubbing my outer labia.

The pleasure from doing that had me sucking air through my teeth and groaning in pleasure. I could wait no longer as my other hand plunged into my soaking, wet pussy. It squelched and squished with each thrust of my fingers. My other hand played with my clit as I was roaring with pleasure. I was laying back on the top of the bench with my hips in the air as my hands were quickly bringing my orgasm to light. I was in heaven as I could feel myself reaching the precipice of pleasure and then I felt myself squirt followed by the sound of it hitting the pavement. My groans of pleasure reverberated in the empty park as I rubbed myself to prolong the orgasm to its maximum.

“Oh wow…that was fucking incredible…” is all could hear as I laid there in pleasure as I was not expecting to have an audience this early in the morning.