Cumming In A Winter Wonderland

This happened when I first joined our nudist club. We had to pay dues for the whole year. But we are in the Midwest and the winter months can get really cold. I asked our club president why we had to pay for the full year when there were obviously months, we wouldn't be able to use the club. He told me the club is open year-round. He said the club sponsors saunas and bonfires and other winter activities as well.

I was still doubtful and even though we don't get a lot of snow, we do get some and the arctic blasts make going outside fully clothed unbearable. He acknowledged this but said once the temperature is around 40 and you find a place out of the wind, it can be quite nice. He said those were the two key things. He pointed out there were plenty of natural wind blocks around the property. He even said he's received a sunburn in January and February before, which was hard to explain to some of his friends. I was still doubtful, but I was going to put this to the test.

Our conversation was in the fall and snowfall was still several weeks away. Finally in December, snow was in the forecast. It wasn't expected to produce much. Still, whether it was a dusting or several inches, I was committed to my plan. The storm moved through pretty fast. It also dumped more snow than expected. We had about four inches on the ground. I couldn't wait. The next day was supposed to be in the low 40's and sunny. I was ready. The snow wouldn't stick around long.

I did dress but kept it minimal. I skipped the underwear and put on jeans and a sweatshirt. I did wear a stocking cap and a parka. I wore some slip-on boots, no socks. I didn't want to go through a big process of getting undressed and dressed again. I also packed a big blanket and a beach towel. I didn't take any sunscreen because I didn't think I would be there that long. 

When I arrived, I was the only one there. There were no tire tracks in the parking lot. I got out and grabbed my water, the blanket and the towel. The question was where to find a spot. It was still really windy. Once I was inside the club grounds, my choice was easy. There was a stage that had a wall built on the back of it. That would be a perfect wind block. The club had also stacked up the lounge chairs used during summer on the stage. I would just dust the snow off of one of them.

I picked out a lounger and removed the snow. I figured it would be pretty cold and that's why I brought the blanket. I put the blanket down and then the towel on top of that. I undressed and put my clothes on another lounge chair and stretched out under the sun. It was such an odd feeling. At first, I could feel the coldness of the lounger, but that quickly faded. The air was crisp and colder than what I was used too. But the stage blocked the wind, and it really did feel comfortable. 

The longer I lay there, the warmer it got. I could still see the wind blowing the tree limbs. But without the wind, it was an enjoyable day. Occasionally a gust of wind would blow snow from the trees down onto me. It actually felt nice. I was getting quite warm, so I decided to get up and walk around. I didn't bother to put on my boots. I remained fully nude. When I stepped out too far from the stage area, the wind was quite strong and cold. But in front of the stage, I still remained warm, and my feet weren't that cold. I returned to the stage and stretched back out.

I would be lying if I didn't admit to being turned on. Here I was doing something I never thought possible. I was enjoying this winter wonderland, covered in fresh snow and I was nude except for my stocking cap, which I did eventually take off. I lay there under the sun, and I started touching myself. I dangled my feet off the lounger in the snow. I closed my eyes and tried to take it all in. It sure was different. The thought of masturbating in the middle of this snowy landscape really got me going. 

I massaged my balls and stroked my cock. I could feel it growing in my hand. I didn't bring any lube. Once I was good and hard, I did try some snow on it. The snow quickly melted. While the water it created was a bit cold, it did the trick. I don't think at that point anything could take the starch out of my cock. I continued to stroke and fondle it under the clear blue sky. I couldn't get over the fact that I was doing this. No one else ever arrived. I had the place to myself, and I was thoroughly enjoying myself. 

I started edging myself which pushed the pleasure even further. My cock was swollen and seemed to be bursting at the seams. I really wanted the feeling to last. But I was getting to the point where that was difficult. The stroking was quicker and so was my breathing. I would stop and restart but knew it wouldn't be much longer. I decided to stand up and finish myself off. 

I walked to the edge of the stage and didn't try to stop. My cock was at the breaking point, it had all it could stand. My hand was gliding over my pipe. Every time the head popped out of my fist; my body twitched with pleasure. I knew this was going to be incredible. Minutes later I found out how incredible it was truly was! I tried to hold back but my cock had other plans. With the first wave of the orgasm, my body shook. I nearly fell off the stage. Stream after stream of cum shot from my cock into the snow. I continued to stroke myself. The cum was now coating my cock with every stroke. I couldn't believe how great this felt! I didn't want it to stop!

But all good things do cum to an end, lol. I was spent. My cock and my right hand were covered in the spunk I had produced. The rest was shot somewhere beyond the stage. I couldn't believe it. I licked the sticky goo from my hand and washed it and my cock off with a bit of snow before drying it with the towel. I lay back down for a while before leaving. As the last of the cum oozed from my cock, I had the biggest smile on my face. The club president was right. Winter did provide some excellent nudist opportunities. But I doubt he had this in mind when he told me how enjoyable it could be.