It had been building for weeks. After several beers with friends we walked back towards our cars. Our lips met. Then hands. His fingers find me. Up my dress against the wall of the dark apartment complex. He shoved me forward and pulled up my dress from behind. I came the moment he entered. The hard brick wall scratching my arms, his hands in my hair. His mouth on my neck. I try to be quiet as we are in the dark but not well hidden. He’s so vocal and that makes me even more incapable of not losing it. It’s hurried but passionate. I spin and take him in my mouth, but he’s not having it. His hands grab my nipples and he pulls me up and I arch into him with another orgasm. He’s like nothing I’ve ever known. Kissing and hands everywhere, not conscious of the world around us.. we are suddenly very aware of a loud hissing noise that is accompanied by cold jets of water. My intense ecstasy turns quickly to intense laughter as we dodge nakedly from the lawn sprinklers attacking our bare bodies. He grabs my hand as we run, laughing, to the next more secluded location.
-TBC
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/8xhkw6/fm_public_fire_doused_by_sprinklers