A friend told me of a small lake in the middle of the mountains that was largely unknown and a perfect place to pitch a tent and forget about your worries for a while. So I packed up and drove to this secret lake and it was perfect. Imagine a lake only about 500m in diameter surrounded on 3 sides by mountains. Pure relaxing bliss.
After setting up the tent I was feeling nice and relaxed so I cracked open a beer and knocked it back pretty quickly. It was a glorious day with a warm summer breeze and not a cloud in the sky. I soon got a little horny and decided to get naked. It felt so liberating to be nude with no-one for miles and only the crisp, clean air, mountains and lake for company. This was the first time I had been naked outside and I was soon so hard that I surprised myself. I began walking around the lake naked, cock in hand, slowly wanking myself. It was so good.
Then I found a little rise that led to a rocky outcropping. So I trudged up to the rock and scrambled up to the top of it. There was a perfect view of the lake and tent. I stood at the edge and looked over my domain. With the breeze washing over my cock and balls I jerked off and soon spurted my creamy load over the edge onto the grass below. I had been so horny that my knees buckled as I came. I felt so good.
I spent 3 days at the lake and most of it was naked. I love being nude and jerking in the wilderness.