Nightshirt Solo

I stepped through the sliding-glass door and into the late night air. All I had covering me was an old nightshirt that was barely long enough to comfortably hide my genitals whenever I bent over for whatever reason. I loved this shirt for playing around in. There were two main reasons, really. First, it felt good against my skin, especially when I would sometimes massage my dick through the material. It didn’t take me long to get a hard-on doing that. And two, because of the ease of accessibility and the ability to cover up fast if someone unexpectedly entered my space.

The night air felt great as the soft breezes would blow against my skin, and I felt naked with the wind whipping up against my skin under the nightshirt. So what did I have planned walking out on our back porch at 3:05 a.m. with nothing but a thin piece of cloth on? I bet most of you already know why I was out there, and so did my member, which by now was quite hard and pulsed with the excited expectation of the coming event.

I sat in a lounge chair facing our back fence. No, not a privacy fence, but a chain link one. Now, I’m not usually an exhibitionist. I would generally be embarrassed to know that somebody was watching and I wouldn’t be able to continue. To this date, only my wife has ever watched me masturbate, so this is the closest I’ve ever come to masturbating in public, or where random strangers could potentially see me. I consoled myself that it is highly unlikely that anyone would even notice me in the shadows of the night, stroking my cock.

I started by rubbing my hard-on through the nightshirt. The pleasant feelings of arousal showered over my body, sometimes in a sustained manner, and other times in waves, growing and building with each stroke of my joystick. Then with the building orgasmic feelings running through my body, I used my free hand to inch the nightshirt up my leg, until the edge of it lay on my stomach with my dick enjoying the direct breeze washing over it, even as the orgasmic waves of pleasure continued to reach new heights. As my hand stroked down and up, up and down my shaft, the electric vibrations running through my nervous system continued to spiral up, and up, and up. I quietly moaned as the waves intensified to such a height that I would have thought it was unrealistic to achieve such pleasure!

I felt like the whole world stood still, waiting on me to climax. My legs tensed up and I thrust my dick into the air as I left my orgasm on the edge of blowing. I carefully maintained it there for a long time—about 30 minutes, more or less. I loved the orgasmic intensity of edging.

At some point I finally overestimated how much more stimulation my cock could take—I burst the dam of pleasure that I had built up for the last 30 minutes, and the juice started to flow as my body quivered with delight.

Except this time may have been the one time that someone could have noticed me.

Apparently the house directly behind mine had late night party goers, or something like that, as a car pulled into their driveway with the headlights on high-beam, blasting into the protection of the shadows and lighting up my whole area.

I rapidly threw my nightshirt over my still-pulsing member as the orgasmic vibrations crested and then slowly started to roll downhill into a more gentle feeling.

I waited a while before attempting to start again, waiting until they had entered their house, and first making sure I didn’t notice anyone gazing out of their windows attempting to see me in the shadows.

Once I felt assured that they had either not noticed me, or didn’t care, or couldn’t see me without the aid of their headlights, I uncovered my aching penis. It was begging for me to get back up to the highs of ecstasy once again. I didn’t really mind at all to start the trip up the mountain trail of an intense orgasm again.

I stroked it, pushing the skin with my index finger and my middle finger around the sweet-spot at the front of my once again rock-hard dick.

In a surprisingly short time, the intensity broke upon the edge of no-return land, until I had to have it now! I went faster and didn’t stop, past the point of no return, past the point where my body vibrated with the pleasure racing through me, until I buckled under the intensity of it all, and my cum exploded into the air and onto my bare chest. I gently stroked until my seed no longer flowed from my dick.

I lay there enjoying the unwinding of pleasure from the high to a gentle, contented buzz, enjoying the breeze flowing over my uncovered chest and genitals.

That was my favorite place to masturbate, and my nightshirt was my favorite masturbation clothing to wear. Now, I have revived the practice to a degree. We live in an apartment now, so if I went outside to do it, I would not only be more likely to be noticed by someone, but likely picked up by the police and given a ride downtown. But I have recently bought a new nightshirt, and will play around in our living room before everyone is ready to get up—which is, yes, a bit risky as well, but to my knowledge I’ve not been caught yet!