POV: You Find Boba Naked and Masturbating While Hiking (2,457 words) (Patreon)

Hi everyone!! 💞 I have a brand new story for you all! This one was actually inspired by some of the sexy convos I've had during some steamy sexting a while ago. Specifically, it's about what I would do if someone caught me naked and masturbating during a dare. Honestly, the real answer can depend, and be quite boring; but it got me thinking of what I might do in a perfect, fantasy world. It's written in second person, and follows the reader's POV as they find me... Ahem. Enjoying myself in the forest 😉 This time I also added some tags down below, so you can get an idea of what kinks/triggers are inside before you dive in. Anyway, I hope you all enjoy! 💕💕Tags:[POV] [F4M] [Fantasy] [Dub-con] [Exhibitionism] [Hiking] [Caught] [Handcuffs] [Ball Gag] [Hands-Free Masturbation] [Multiple Orgasms] [Strangers] light [Edging] [Semi-Public] [Overstimulation] [Vibrator] [Helpless] [Finger Sucking] [Blowjob] [Throat Fucking] [Choking on Cock]

You’re about halfway through your trail hike when you decide it’s finally time for a break. This hasn’t been a particularly long or difficult hike for you, as the terrain has been mostly flat through the lightly wooded forest. However, the light to moderate heat and humidity had worn you out faster than expected. You spot a fallen tree sitting in the shade just off the trail and you take a seat, wiping your sweat and sipping your water. A short rest would be adequate to finish the hike, but you decide to take your time and rest longer, taking a moment to appreciate the natural environment.

The forest's beauty is at first unassuming, but as your eyes wander, you begin to notice some of the small details that had escaped you during your exercise. The green, glowing leaves high above you are shimmering as the wind blows. Patches of grass flourishing in the undisturbed sections of the forest floor. Various insects buzzing and crawling about. You close your eyes and take a deep, cleaning inhale. The light scent of dirt, grass, and wood enters your nose. Your lungs fill with weighty humidity. You hold the air for a moment before letting it all go in a full, relaxing exhale.

A feeling of calm enters your body and mind, and you shift your focus to your tactile senses. The log beneath you on the slow path to decay, gives little fight as your fingers pick at the textured bark. Another deep inhale, moving your attention to the sounds around you as you exhale. Prominently and near, you hear birds chirping and singing. More quietly, the wind gently blows through the trees, and the soft shake of their leaves. Even more quietly, though, you notice the softest hint of moaning in the distance.

Moaning? Your head tilts and brows furrow as you focus on the sound. You want to brush it off as an odd sounding bird, but the rhythm and pitch from this distance immediately registers as moaning to your brain. No matter what you try to imagine, you can’t think of any other explanation for the sound. Perhaps it would sound different as you got closer. Curious and distracted from your meditation, you leave your backpack at the fallen tree, and head towards the sound for a better listen.

Nearing the sound’s source, its feminine, sexual, and pleasure-filled tone becomes clear. It’s undeniably moaning, and whoever is doing it is clearly enjoying themself. You stop for a moment and listen to imagine what might be going on taking place based on the sound. With a careful ear, you can make out a slightly muffled tone in her moans. She sounds like she has something rather large stuffed in her mouth. Not something as difficult as a cock pushed deep down her throat–but you imagine it could be a ball gag, a bandana, or even her panties. The moans also have a pleading and helpless undertone to them, almost as if the source is slowly becoming overwhelmed with the pleasure inflicted upon them. Your cock stiffens and presses against your waistband. You’re incredibly aroused by stumbling across something so erotic, and curious to have a peek. It should be ok as long as you’re quiet; they’re in public after all, moaning freely and rather loudly. It wouldn’t be unreasonable for you to investigate for a moment and satisfy your curiosity.

The moaning grows near, and you see hints of red fabric in the distance between the foliage. Cautiously and quietly you approach. Eventually the trees and brush clear enough for you to catch a clear glimpse of the scene. A petite brunette with a long, green ombre lays completely naked on a large picnic blanket. She’s squirming, bending and squeezing her together as if fighting an intense yet invisible pleasure between them. Her arms, however, are pinned underneath her and behind her back. Moans mix with whimpers, culminating to a loud, stifled cry. She arches her back, bouncing gently in the tension for a few moments before returning to rhythmic squirming. Your eyes drift from her perky, jiggling tits to her face. A ball gag sits nestled securely in her mouth, and luckily, you notice a satin blindfold covering her eyes. You feel your nerves calm, as it’s very unlikely you’ll get caught and scolded by someone unable to see; and with the loud cover of her moaning, there’s an opportunity to get closer than you had originally anticipated.

Your heart races and cock throbs. Stumbling upon an erotic moment like this is perhaps a once in a lifetime opportunity, and you crave seeing her up close; so close that you can see and hear every detail as she helplessly unravels. As long as you’re quiet, she won’t even know you were there. You carefully step closer, using the sound of her moans as cover until you’re a mere 6 feet away.

From this distance, the air feels incredibly intimate and sexually charged. You take in her body, letting your eyes linger on her intimate areas. It’s here where you notice the source of her restrained squirming: the tail of a g-spot vibrator between the lips of her pussy, and handcuffs restraining her wrists behind her. It seems she’s been restrained and stimulated at a rather intense level for quite some time, judging by her moans. Perhaps she or someone else created this situation for her as a kink thing, wanting a stranger like yourself to find her. How, or why else would she have ended up like this, in public, alone, enjoying herself so much? Your eyes never leave her as your hand finds its way to your waistband, undoing your pants and pulling out your hard, leaking cock. Your face warms and your body swells with pleasure as you begin stroking yourself. You’re so aroused so you quickly pick up the pace, and you feel your body reacting and igniting like a fire. It’s so satisfying. Your heart is pounding, and your breathing is heavy. Quickly you feel yourself becoming just as breathless and engulfed in pleasure as her. Two strangers indulging in their heated, perverse fantasies, allowing themselves to shamelessly come undone from the pleasure.

You feel yourself quickly approaching orgasm, and you accidentally release a shaky exhale just a bit too loud. She immediately gasps and holds her breath, quickly turning her head towards you and freezing. It seems you’ve been heard–but does she know, or only suspect? You remain quiet, wondering how you might escape without her noticing. A few tense seconds pass; then, a light whimper escapes her gag. Her back arches gently and her hips begin rocking, almost unwillingly. She takes a deep breath only for it to be forced out in a moan as her back arches even more. Despite her fears and suspicions, the stimulation never ceased. The relentless vibrations are driving her back into that heightened, near orgasmic state–and now, she’s unable to stop herself from tipping over the edge.

Her breath hitches and holds before letting out a deep moan of pleasure. Orgasm overwhelms her, causing her body to jerk and convulse. She tenses tightly and her toes curl. The peak of pleasure passes, and she lets out a muffled yelp. She twitches and whimpers, trying to get away from the vibrator as it overstimulates her. But there is no escape. The toy continues just as hard, unaware of the now sensitive and reactive state of her pussy.

She rolls to her side and reaches desperately with her cuffed hands. Her restrained hands open wide and pat across the surface, patting, searching. You notice a small pair of keys on the side of the blanket that she is reaching for, but they’re closer to her head than she realizes. Without vision, it’s unlikely she’ll even think to reach at that high angle, let alone do so easily in her restraints.

The muffled whimpers and yelps slowly turn into moans as the continued overstimulation forces her into another orgasm. Her attempts to find the keys are slowly overridden by waves of pleasure, forcing her body to move in rhythm. Her body tenses and her toes curl as she’s forced to cum a second time, letting out an even deeper, more guttural moan. The tension releases, and she gasps for air before blindly and frantically searching once again. She is trying her hardest, but she’s nowhere close. If you don’t intervene, she’ll likely be stuck in a perpetual loop of forced, overstimulated orgasms for who knows how long; and as much as you’d love to watch her helplessly cum over and over, you decide the right thing to do is offer to help.

“Need help?” You gently ask before approaching, trying your best not to scare her. She lets out a surprised squeak and some muffled whimpers before continuing to fumble for the keys. Arriving at her side, you pick up the keys. Her head quickly turns to you as you lift and lightly shake them. “I’ll unlock you. Don’t worry.” Your hands gently reach for her wrists, holding them lightly as you search for the keyhole. Her skin is soft, supple, and somewhat red against the cuffs. Your eyes move up her arm, and notice a soft redness evenly spread across her chest, neck, cheeks, and ears. She’s blushing with arousal, and it looks incredibly sexy on her.

Your cock, still incredibly hard, twitches. She lightly whines through her gag and wiggles. Then, a light groan. You pause and watch her as the noises become more pronounced and rhythmic, and her gentle squirming turns into small, rolling hip thrusts that match her moans. You’re so close you can smell the sweetness of her sweat and sexual juices, which has now dripped down her ass onto the blanket in pools of lubrication.

Turned on by seeing her so messy, raw, and exposed, you decide to push her next orgasm to be even more intense than the others. Your fingers lightly dance over her skin, testing her reaction. She gasps and lets out a shaky breath, and her whole body shivers. Goosebumps rise where you’ve touched. Your fingers continue to move up her arm to her collarbone, tracing its outline. A whimper escapes her mouth and she squirms, pressing her legs together. However, she does not protest your touch; instead, seems to be enjoying it.

You push further by gently stroking the outside curves of her breasts. You gently cup and squeeze them, soft and shallow, fitting perfectly in your hands. Her chest lifts, pushing her breasts into your soft grip with a sense of need and approval. Nipples harden against your palms as her body continues to writhe with need. The tips of your fingers drift to her nipples and begin pinching and rolling them directly. She reacts, her moans and movements becoming more pronounced. You watch her beautiful blushing face, and you notice she’s sucking on the ball gag and drooling a bit. Your cock twitches and finds it surprisingly arousing. You can’t help but wonder how far she will go in her cum-drunk state, and how her mouth might feel wrapped around your girth instead.

You undo her gag with one hand, still stimulating her nipples with the other. With her mouth free, her moans louden and her expressions become lewd, opening her mouth and showing her tongue. It looks warm, wet, and inviting. You test her reaction by sticking two fingers in her open and waiting mouth, and to your surprise she immediately wraps her lips around them, sucking them enthusiastically. You start pumping your fingers in and out, and her tongue swirls around your fingers. Such an eager slut you have all to yourself. Your other hand reaches down to your cock. It’s engorged to its limit, practically aching from how badly you want to fuck her mouth.

You remove your fingers, eliciting a small wine as she opens her mouth once again as an invite. You lift your eager cock to her mouth gently touch it to her tongue, pausing to gauge her reaction. She lets out a pleased moan and leans up to catch your tip in her mouth. She gently licks and tastes your precum before sloppily and enthusiastically taking as much of you as she can into her mouth. Inside is soft, warm, and slippery wet with an abundance of spit. You feel her tongue working at your tip and shaft, eliciting soft, uncontrollable moans from you. You feel nearly overwhelmed by being pleasured so well, let alone the taboo of her being a literal and complete stranger.

Her sucking becomes more sloppy and erratic, and you sense she is going to cum soon. Being dangerously close yourself, you begin thrusting in rhythm with her bobbing. Your tip pushes far enough into her and lands in her throat. But before you can pull back, she begins throat fucking herself on your cock. Your tip remains obstructing her airway as she sloppily stimulates it. With a final thrust, she stuffs all of you into her mouth before squealing and shuddering in another orgasm. You immediately cum with her, pushing yourself balls deep down her throat. Tears stream down her cheeks as she takes your cock; she’s unable to breathe, unable to escape. All she can do is take your load as the intense orgasm overwhelms her and resets her brain.

The high slowly fades into deep relaxation. You take your cock out of her throat, causing her to gasp for air. You press the button on the vibrator and turn it off so she too can finally relax. A deep, relaxing breath escapes you. It feels like you just got your soul sucked out of your cock. But looking down at her, you notice she seems even more spent than you. She’s covered in sweat, entirely flushed, and still having little twitches of orgasm aftershocks. You put away your cock and are about to undo the cuffs, but you hesitate. You’re not sure what will happen now. There’s not exactly a clear etiquette as for how to handle a situation like this. Should you introduce yourself? Or maybe run away as fast as possible? Your heart pounds and your mind races, uncertain of the right thing to do.

After a few moments, you decide to unlock the cuffs and slowly place the keys in her hand, closing her fingers around them and giving them a light squeeze. “It was so much fun playing with you,” you whisper, leaning in close to her ear. She smiles a pleased but spent grin. “Likewise,” she musters. You take one last look at her as she lays blissfully in the afterglow, before leaving the scene anonymously.