Hey all,
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Oh yes. You’re not alone.
I’ve many a wry memory of knocking one out while on the way home from work ( commute from the city to the countryside ). Being drunk after a works party always led to an adventure and I’m surprised I’ve neither been caught nor hurt myself. The woods is always good. Feeling close to nature. The rustle of the leaves and the breeze.
I think my most memorable was lying in a sand bunker on a golf course overlooking the city lights.
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When I was younger and was employed as a delivery driver, I would sometimes take time to jerk off in the van. The route I took daily put me in a rural setting, with forest roads. It was easy to park off the highway, and crawl in back and have a quick wank. This was partly fueled by having to deliver packages to a certain business, where the secretary was unbelievably hot. Making that stop was the highlight of my day.