So, to start this off I have to tell you that pretty soon after I discovered sexuality I realized my love of exhibitionism. The thought of fucking in public thrills me. The act of fucking in public does too but that’s another story.
A few years ago I was going down to lake Michigan for a day of sailing with some friends. At the time I liked this guy with a great body— he had a mediocre face but when you’re using someone for sex, does that really matter? I was still a virgin back then so when I say using him for sex I mostly mean oral and manual stimulation.
But anyways, my girl-friend’s dad owned a sail boat and she invited my guy, his brother and I to go sailing. The entire day was sunny and something about watching his deeply tanned abs glisten in the sun really turned me on. We were out there for hours.
The clothes I chose to wear were ridiculous and I remember not caring what the others thought of me, I only cared that he was watching my body. I wore those clothes to tease him: super short jean shorts that were frayed at the bottom so that my toned ass cheeks were hanging out. Most of that day I didn’t bother with a top and my stomach looked perfect, smooth and small in the bikini I had chosen. I walked with confidence and felt good in my skin. With every step I intentionally swayed my hips to torture him a little longer and I knew he was watching me with every fiber in his being. Only him and I knew of the tension.
We’d just be on the boat, trying not to fall in and enjoying the waves and the sun. He would subtly brush against me. He’d grab my ass and squeeze it firmly. Every chance he got, he would secretly dominate my body. By the end of it I was dripping through my bathing suit. Something about being touched with the chance of getting caught makes me extremely horny. And when he whispered in my ear that I was sexy, I swear we could have orgasmed then. The heat had definitely gotten to our heads.
Then there was the car ride home.
As we walked back through the parking lot we were behind everyone. I ran up to him and squeezed his big dick through his pants playfully. It was actually pretty big, one of the bigger dicks I’ve had. I loved the way he looked at me just then. With such lust; he started rubbing my clit through my tiny shorts and no one was the wiser. They were a few feet in front of us and could turn to see us at any moment. They never did though.
In the front her dad was driving, she was riding shotgun. I was in the middle of the backseat with him on my left and his brother on my right. His brother was stupidly oblivious to life so what we did next didn’t scare me one bit.
He abruptly stood up and pretended to be rifling through the back seat. My eyes got wide and I almost audibly gasped as he entered me. I was not expecting it. He had pushed my shorts aside and was fingering me hard. The whole time he was talking to the others like nothing was going on and supposedly looking for something in the back (I think he turned up some food). He was pushing his long fingers deep inside of me and my pussy was clenching around them. I could see how hard he was through the mediocre piece of fabric that were his swimming shorts. No one saw. They were too absorbed with their phones or something.
He sat back down. I begged him with my eyes, I wanted him back there so badly. I even said, “please,” at one point. I think he liked withholding what he knew I was craving so badly. The tension was ever-growing and we both were feeding on it. My body yearned to feel his dirty touch again.
Then he sort of ruined the mood and whispered in my ear with a big, dopey grin on his face, “there’s a lot of sand in your vagina.” He thought it was hilarious for some reason. Ugh.
Then while we were driving he decided he was “cold” and laid a towel over his lap, drawing my hand underneath it and into his pants. At one point my friend turned around and started talking to us. She definitely gave the towel a suspicious glance, her eyes rested on his lap for a few seconds more than would be considered normal and I think our breaths caught. She never mentioned it. After she turned I jacked him quickly beneath it. I loved the smooth feeling of his sensitive skin in my palm and the masculine rigidity of the engorged veins pressing back against me. With my thumb I swirled his precum around the head of his dick and paid particular attention to the edge. The feelings of temptation were nearly as good as actual sex. Playing the game is most of the fun. Then I got really into it again and he ripped my hand from it and whispered to me that he didn’t want to cum in his pants. I looked straight into his eyes with my big blue ones and said “I want you to cum.” He didn’t care. I was upset about it until he started on me again.
His strong big fingers were pressing into my virgin pussy firmly and oh god I loved it. I was so tight and literally I could hear my wetness. I don’t know how the others weren’t catching on. The tips of his fingers went in and out smoothly and they stretched me open with every thrust. He knew exactly where to touch and it was amazing. That was when I noticed the driver was giving me a weird look. Maybe it was because he recognized my pre-orgasm face in the mirror. I definitely had a glazed, incredibly horny look in my eyes. He knew what we were up to but I knew he wouldn’t say anything. My guy didn’t seem to notice we were caught and he kept on with it. I tried to avoid eye contact with her dad but I could feel him glancing at my face in the rearview mirror every now and again. I tried to bite my lip to conceal my expression but for all I know that could have just amplified my appearance of pleasure.
I never came in the car. Unfortunately guys couldn’t make me cum back then. But I went straight up to my room, locked my door and stripped down. I sprawled out on my queen bed, my pussy was bare because I had shaved it to be sexier for him, and I parted my lips with the tip of my middle finger. They are taught and when I pull them apart it’s almost as pink as my dark, full mouth is. I built myself up to the point of cumming and then I would return to fucking myself. Doing with myself what we had done together. Torturing with the desire for release. I kept on that until I could no longer take it and I kept rubbing my clit furiously. My body needed to cum. I came thinking of they looks they gave us when they were on the verge of catching us and I came thinking about the games we had played. Images of him rubbing my body in the hot air swirled through my mind. Each one of our seductions that day built up inside of me and it released in a rush through my whole body. I came in a rupturing orgasm, the waves rippled through me for what seemed like forever and my pussy contracted around my fingers like they had around his.
I laid there panting, basking in the feelings of the day. I didn’t want to move because then it would be over and I’d lose the sensation.
Eventually I had to move. And I texted him saying, “You were right. There’s an entire fucking beach in there.”
Thinking back still gets me.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/563upl/he_fingered_me_in_a_car_full_of_people_mf
Some pictures of you showing off in public would be really great!