[MF] [public] That time my girlfriend and I accidentally put on a show for some drunk college kids

I had a lot of fun writing my first post here and got a really positive response, so I thought I’d share another story. As before, I’ll mark the beginning of the sexy stuff with a row of hyphens.

This was about two years after my last story. Immediately after graduating I moved back home to look for a job, and it wasn’t exactly going great; I’d picked an easy major because I grew up hearing how important it was to “just get a degree,” and I didn’t do any extracurricular activities while in school (not the kind you’d put on a resume, at least), so my prospects were almost nonexistent. I was living at my mom’s house with her and two of my grown siblings, one of whom had a toddler of her own (I wasn’t the only one in my family who had trouble getting their act together and adulting up). I was working as a janitor, saving money and thinking about what I should do next.

The one thing that was actually going well for me was that I’d started seeing a girl we’ll call Robin. We were introduced by a mutual friend earlier that summer after she moved in with her elderly aunt. Like me, Robin was going through a rough patch; in the span of the previous year she’d gotten married, moved to South Carolina with the guy, found out he was cheating, tried some counseling, found out he was still cheating, and got divorced. Now she was back home, like me, trying to make a plan for the next phase of her life. We went to the same high school but didn’t run in the same circles, so though we never met before, we had a lot in common from our youth and hit it off pretty quickly.

It didn’t hurt that she was, physically speaking, my ideal woman. Robin was almost 5’5″ so a bit on the short side, with these piercing, icy-blue eyes and light brown hair that fell down to about her shoulder blades. You wouldn’t call her fat. but she did have a bit of extra weight – most of which she carried around on her chest (36DD). As Stormy in Sealab 2021 would put it, she had “an ass to match those cans,” too. My type has always been short and curvy, and she was it to a T. To top it all off, she had the tiniest hint of a southern accent – not obnoxiously thick and drawly, but just enough to kind of put a guy in a trance and make him think he should do whatever she says.

(I tried to find a picture of someone with her approximate body type, and [this](http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-szr_fwVbJGw/T5HOujI5cfI/AAAAAAAACzw/eALWCelUH4w/s1600/park.jpg) is what I came up with for those of you who require a bit of a visual aid – can’t really tell how tall this girl is, but the shoulders, chest, and waist look about right to me)

She was a bit on the old fashioned side, too. We dated for about a month and a half before we had sex, which was a terribly long wait for me at the time (I was fresh out of college, so I was used to an on-the-third-date type of timeline) and was surprisingly quick for her (she’d given blowjobs and handjobs to boyfriends in the past, but the only other person she’d actually had full-on intercourse with was her ex-husband). Once we finally crossed that barrier, though, you couldn’t keep us apart. Our living arrangements made it challenging to regularly get alone time, so as a result we were doing whatever we could whenever we had a chance. We’d go to an afternoon movie (empty theater) and sit in the back row so I could slide a hand up her skirt, we’d go out to a late dinner at a Denny’s or something and park behind the restaurant so she could blow me before we went in and got pancakes, that sort of thing. One time at work I found a disused supply closet in a wing of the building that was closed for renovations, and when she met me for lunch that day I snuck her up there to pound a quick one out. It was quite an adventurous time in our lives, is what I’m saying.

On this particular night, we found ourselves on the couch at my mom’s house (which doubled as my bed at the time – yes, once again I was living on a couch) watching TV. We’d had a bite to eat after I got out of work and came back to hang out since we were on my side of town anyway. She was wearing this short red dress with a scalloped bottom that landed just above her knees. She’d taken the bra off in her car before we went to dinner, which I always enjoyed, but had a black jacket on to help preserve her modesty in case someone in the house was awake and came through. And, of course, her boots. I was never really attracted to any of the country girl kind of stuff before I dated Robin, but something about her accent and those boots was just…man.

So it’s getting to be fairly late, around 1:00 or 1:30 AM, Robin and I are still on the couch with the TV on and the lights off. The way the house was built, the living room (where I slept) and the kitchen and dining area were all in the back of the house, and all the bedrooms and restrooms were up front – bit of a rough description, but the point I’m trying to get across is that we’re in an area that isn’t likely to have anybody else in the house passing through at this hour. My nephew was at his dad’s for the weekend and the other three occupants of the house were asleep, so Robin and I were starting to get very handsy with each other.

It gets to the point where we’re desperately trying to think of a place we can fuck. We’re racking our brains for a few minutes (challenging, considering most of our blood had been diverted elsewhere). Right here on the couch? No, there was still the chance that someone could come through to get to the kitchen for a drink or something. In one of the bathrooms? No, too close to the bedrooms and again, someone could wake up and need to use it. Out in one of our cars? We’d done it in the car before but it’s tight quarters….eh…

Robin cocked her head a bit and shot me a sidelong glance with those big blue eyes.

“Back patio?” she asked.

I thought about it for a second. The door out to the back patio was right there in the living room, so we didn’t have to go through the rest of the house to get to it, and as I said before all the bedrooms were in the front. The patio itself was paved and covered, and there were high hedges on either side of the yard so it was doubtful any night owl neighbors would see us. The one risky element was that the house happened to back up onto a golf course; we were in the suburbs and there was a country club with a golf course built right in the middle of the community. Only a four foot tall wrought iron fence separated our yard from the eighth hole. Still…it was 1:30 in the morning and there were no lights on the course. I conveniently forgot about the misspent nights of my youth running around on the golf course with my friends, smoking and drinking and leaving garbage in the holes, and decided that the back patio was the perfect venue for tonight’s main event.

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We made out on the couch a bit longer to get primed for the actual sex – we were both okay with the back patio, but wanted to spend as little time as possible out there just in case. Robin removed her jacket as I slid my hand up the bottom of her dress, along her thigh, and found her shaved pussy (she never wore panties during this “anywhere, anytime” phase of our relationship). With her jacket off, I could see her nipples straining against the thin fabric of her dress. I leaned down and gently bit on one. She sighed as I slid my index finger inside of her; we’d been groping each other on the couch for hours at this point, so I was met with very little resistance. I pulled my finger out and quickly pushed it back in, along with a second one.

Robin sucked air through her teeth and closed her eyes. She ran one hand through my hair while I continued biting and sucking her nipples through her dress. With the other hand, she began rubbing my erection over my shorts. After a few more moments of this, she reached under my waistband and gently closed her hand over my bare shaft, absentmindedly rubbing up and down the entire length of it while I continued to work her over.

Soon I escalated by adding a third finger to the mix. Robin’s handiwork became more erratic and her breathing more rapid as she approached climax. A few moments later she stopped stroking entirely and instead held onto my dick like a safety bar on a rollercoaster. She pulled the hair on the back of my head with her other hand, and I bit down hard on her nipple. She moaned, and I felt her cunt tighten around my fingers. I pushed my palm up against her clit and began rubbing, and she bucked hard against me, the plastic feet of the couch squeaking on the tile floor.

More often than not, this was our sexual MO – I would get her off with my hand or my mouth, then I’d be free to do whatever I wanted to get mine. This way she was guaranteed to get off at least once, I didn’t have to be self-conscious about whether or not I was satisfying her (a big part of my enjoyment in bed is the other person’s enjoyment), and as a bonus for me she tightened up even more after cumming.

Eventually the couch stopped squeaking and Robin’s breathing returned to a more normal rate. She released my fingers from between her legs.

“Okay. Outside,” she whispered as she stood up.

There’s something about the way that big, braless breasts move beneath a shirt or a dress like this that just gets me crazy, and watching Robin stand up and start walking towards the patio, I was practically rabid. I followed her right out (I left the patio light on – it was an old fixture and thus pretty dim anyway, and there was no way the neighbors could see us through the hedges), closed the door behind me, grabbed her around the waist and pushed her up against the brick wall next to the door. I had to have her right there, but we quickly discovered a problem – the height difference. I’m an even six feet tall, so she was considerably shorter than me. After a quick glance around the patio, we found the perfect solution. A small plastic step stool was near the grill – the kind you’d find in a bathroom so a child could reach the sink to brush their teeth. Apparently it was outside so my nephew could “help” my brother at the grill.

I kicked the stool up against the wall, and Robin dutifully stepped up on it while I unzipped my shorts and pulled my cock out. The height difference being resolved, we prepared to initiate docking procedures.

I didn’t know Robin in high school, but if I had I would’ve known she was on the drill team. Though she’d gained a bit of weight since then (as we all do), she was still quite limber. She hiked up her dress and lifted her left leg up and over my shoulder, still wearing those boots. She threw her arms around my neck as I leaned forward and pressed my dick into her. This was the first time we tried a standing position like this – the increased tightness from her recent orgasm and the added pressure of this particular angle…it was incredible.

“Ohhhhh, Glib,” she sighed. That lilting accent. In the hazy patio light I could see her jaw clenching as I got to work.

We went at it like this for a few minutes. It was working well, but I thought I could get a bit deeper if we got her other leg up too. I didn’t really work out at the time, but I’m a fairly big dude and I was doing a lot of physical work at my job, so I knew I could handle it.

I let her left leg drop down beside me. She hooked it around my back and I reached underneath her, bracing the length of her thigh against my arm and grabbing a handful of her ass to support her.

“Get your other leg up,” I growled into her ear.

She opened her eyes and looked up at me. “Can you–?” she breathed.

“Yeah, I got you. Do it.”

Robin tightened her grip around the back of my neck. She kicked her right leg up around my back – the plastic stool clacking lightly against the pavement – and squeezed her thighs around my waist. I reached down with my free hand, grabbed a handful of the other side of her ass, and leaned hard against the wall and into her. I was right – I was now considerably deeper inside of her, and I felt the warmth of her body against my balls.

“Oh, fuck,” she said, a little louder than was probably intended. It was actually the first time I’d heard Robin use that particular swear word, so I was kind of alarmed.

“Are you okay?” I asked.

“Hell yes I am,” she hissed. “Keep going.”

I obliged. The force of that first push caused her legs, which were crossed at the ankles behind my back, to uncross, and her boots now swung freely at my sides with every thrust. The backs of my hands and her bare ass scraped against the brick outer wall, but neither of us cared. She gasped lightly each time I pushed into her, still trying to keep things relatively quiet.

We went on like this a bit longer than I thought we would considering all the buildup (I guess the exertion of holding her up worked to delay things on my end a bit), but after about ten minutes, I began to feel that old familiar feeling.

I wasn’t wearing a condom so I told her I had to put her down so I could pull out. I set her down and reached down to finish myself off, but she grabbed my wrist.

“Wait!” she said. “I have an idea.”

Robin sat down on the stool with her knees up in front of her and her feet flat on the ground. This gave me (and anyone who may have been behind us) a nice view of her shaved pussy. She leaned against the wall, her back straight, and held one of her hands straight up above her head. She was still holding my wrist with the other, so she put my hand on top of the one of hers that was against the wall. Then she let go of my wrist and held her second hand up next to the first, wriggling her fingers to try and get them beneath my hand as well.

She did all this in the span of about two seconds. It took me two more to realize what she was getting at. I readjusted my grip and held both of her arms high above her head, against the wall, by the wrists. She tilted her head back, looked up at me with those icy blue eyes, and opened her mouth.

Robin wanted me to fuck her face.

Once again I leaned forward, slowly pushing my dick into her mouth and down her throat. I exercised as much restraint as I could; rubbing her big ass raw against the brick wall was one thing, but I didn’t want to accidentally crack the poor girl’s skull. This was another first for us – she’d blown me before a number of times, but she was always in control, and only swallowed maybe twice. I’d also never had a girl suck my dick immediately after I’d fucked her. As old fashioned and goody-goody as Robin was in most respects, she apparently had quite a kinky streak.

I went easy on her, being careful not to gag her, but I was really enjoying the whole domination aspect of it. I fucked her face with slow, purposeful strokes – all the way in, all the way out. Holding her wrists against the wall with one hand, I reached down and gave one of her big tits a hard squeeze. I felt her tongue working my shaft, cleaning her juices off of me while I continued pumping in and out of her sweet face.

It wasn’t long before I felt my balls tightening again. I pushed my cock into her mouth one last time, grunted, and came straight down her throat. She looked me in the eyes as I kept pumping what felt like the biggest load of my life into her. I felt her tongue slowly working up and down the bottom of my dick, massaging out every last drop.

Finally spent, I extracted myself from Robin’s mouth and released her hands. A little lightheaded, I stepped away from her and zipped back up. She stayed sitting on the stool, rubbing her jaw and tilting her neck a bit. We stayed out there silently collecting ourselves for a moment.

Some distance behind me, I heard clapping.

I spun around and faced the golf course. Thirty feet from our fence, there was an area of roughage with a few scattered trees. About halfway between one of these trees and our fence, I could make out three people – two guys and a girl. The moonlight was fairly bright out on the golf course, and I could see that the two guys were holding bottles. I guess the golf course was still the place to be for bored, drunk kids in my neighborhood.

All three started applauding. Robin and I froze, not sure how to react. She even still had her knees up, giving our admirers a full unobstructed view of her shaved goodies.

“Good job guys!” one of the dudes shouted.

His buddy let out a loud “Woooooooooo!”

Their female companion yelled “I like your boots!”

That last comment shook Robin back into action and she immediately closed her legs and tried to pull her dress over her knees, but by that time the trio was already walking back towards the trees. We watched, our faces burning with embarrassment, as they disappeared behind trees, reappearing on a golf cart and driving off further down the course.

I have no idea how long they were watching, but they must have seen quite a bit. I can only assume they had parked the golf cart there before we went outside and were hanging around the area drinking – those electric carts are pretty quiet, but I THINK I would’ve heard one moving that close to us if they showed up after we came out. Then again, I was pretty distracted. No idea how Robin didn’t see them creeping up to the fence though. If she has an exhibitionist side, she’s kept it hidden from me (she is actually my wife now, so this story has a happier ending than my last one!).

**TLDR: Girlfriend and I need a place to bone, have a pretty crazy late night session on the back patio, don’t realize we have an audience on the golf course.**

NOTE: A few years later, I heard this story from a friend of one of my sister’s friends. He was one of the two guys, but didn’t know my family at the time, and my mom had moved out of that house since then. I kept as straight a face as I could and did not tell him that it was me he saw that night. This is how I’ve been able to determine the rough ages of our audience. Small world.

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