Deep Wood Diaries, Part 1

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Between my junior and senior year of college, I got the offer to do an ecology internship deep in the woods of New England. I jumped at the chance, knowing it would be a great educational experience as well as an excellent networking opportunity, and who wouldn’t want to spend three months getting paid to hang out in the woods? So come the end of finals in May, I packed up my Jeep and drove up into the deep woods. My grandparents lived in a similar environment in a different New England state, so I spent much of my childhood in places like this and loved spending time in the woods and mountains. The internship was part of a forestry research center, and housing was rustic, but I didn’t mind. Years of camping trips meant I was more than happy with simple lodging. Researchers and interns alike lived in cabins along the base of the mountain. Head researchers had cabins to themselves, and often brought their families along for the summer. Lower-level employees and interns lived in shared cabins kind of like summer camp—each cabin had two bedrooms with two bunk beds each, a bathroom, and a small kitchen, dining, and living area. Eight people to istanbul travesti a cabin sounds tight, but we spent the majority of our time in the research buildings or in the great outdoors, so no one really cared. The lack of privacy didn’t really bother me. Having spent the first two years of college in the dorms before getting an off-campus apartment, I was an old hand at sharing space, and a master shower masturbator. However, about two weeks into my three-month stay, I realized a problem: I had no way to shave my pussy.I have no philosophical objection to going au naturel, but I have sensitive skin and long pubic hair irritates it. But of course, so does shaving. I’d found a happy medium using an electric bikini shaver to achieve a soft, short fuzz, which was perfect for my needs. Beyond the sensitive skin, there was the issue of going to the bathroom while on the job. Peeing in the woods was old hat for me, and was just part of being out in the woods. As ecologists, we’re big proponents of “leave no trace,” so as a woman your options are to drip dry or to carry around a Ziploc of used toilet paper. Obviously, I preferred istanbul travestileri to just drip dry, but having a full bush was going to seriously get in the way of that.  I’d wager the other women were just shaving with a razor in the shower, but I couldn’t do that because of my sensitive skin, the trimmer was the only option. I knew my bikini trimmer was loud enough that anyone else in the cabin (and with seven roommates, there’s always someone else in the cabin, or the risk of someone coming in) would either know I was shaving, or worse, think I was going to town on myself with a vibrator in the bathroom. Not to mention, the tiny shower stall didn’t really allow for a solid squat position to get the job done. I quickly realized that my only option would be to go to the only place where I could have true privacy: the woods.  So on my next day off, I planned to make a day of it. I’d find a secluded spot to park and take care of the shaving issue, then hike up to this small waterfall and swimming hole I’d heard some colleagues talking about. I threw on a simple black bikini, a pair of short, lightweight hiking shorts, a t-shirt, travesti istanbul and my Chacos. I tossed my bikini trimmer and some hiking provisions in my backpack and set off in my Jeep. I knew the perfect place to go; I didn’t want to risk parking on a trailhead and being seen, and knew there was one surefire way to get into the deep woods with my car. There was a section of the forest full of old trails used for snowmobiles in the winter and ATVs in the summer, but those had since been banned for ecological conservation reasons. A normal car could never drive on them, but my all-wheel-drive could handle it. It’s not a popular hiking spot, so I knew I could expect some privacy, and all the fallen saplings and sticks and dead leaves on the path meant I’d hear someone coming in plenty of time. The trails were also off-limits to unauthorized vehicles, so I grabbed my research center ID and my camera, to have a solid alibi in case a forestry officer showed up. I made my way onto a trail and parked after I was a decent distance into the woods. My original plan was to shave in the back of my car, just to be extra safe. I really didn’t want to get caught in such a compromising position. But I realized the back of my car was going to be covered in pubes if I did, and that was gonna be hard to explain to my friends next time we drove into town together. I was going to have to do it in the forest. 

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