[M]et a stranger and [F]ucked him in public

I had just discovered gonewildstories while on vacation in France. I was visiting my friend who’d been teaching there and while she was off for the summer, we were staying in this old castle’s guesthouse, with nothing around for miles except a pool and the old owner’s collection of vintage cars. We were bored to say the least and I hadn’t had a good fuck in months.
So here I was, frustrated and fingering my brains out to other people’s sexy stories, and going nuts. There was nothing really keeping us in the countryside so after a few days of lounging around, we decided to throw our plans into the wind and take a road trip… Check out some medieval towns and charming castles while sipping French ass wine and (hopefully) scoring weed. We packed our shit up and headed to the nearest town, which was Auxerre. It is famous for its three churches, and we were invited to an apartment right next to one of them. I found us a place to stay through Couchsurfing (it’s a popular app for travelers who need a place to sleep for free). I’d met a lot of great people on there throughout my travels and had built up quite a list of references on my profile, so it wasn’t long before we’d found someone to host us. Jacques was single, like 25, with a toned chest and a delightful French accent. As soon as we got there, I could tell he was into my friend, but not so much myself, and engineering a threesome seemed to be overwhelming for everybody, so we all ended up alone that night. The sexual tension was palpable, and add in the fact that we’d scored weed after hopping from bar to bar, it just got downright uncomfortable because no one was making a move. But I was so horny and annoyed that the next day, it was like everything fell right into place.

Laine needed to run some errands alone, and Jacques was about done with the awkward tension so I set smoked a little tree and set out on my own to tour the city. Crazy shit always happens to me when I’m high. I think it’s because I let things happen, my inhibitions come down. That sure happened today.

I had mapped out my route, starting at the southernmost church and moving north. I decided to walk along the river quay, which sealed my fate. Halfway towards the steps down to the water, two tall, dark men walked past me, staring. They looked Middle Eastern, and I later found out they were Turkish. One of them, the shorter, said something to me in French. He smiled and raised his brow. Not speaking the language, I just smiled and went along. His eyes were glued to me as I walked away, roving over my taut, lean legs and ample chest. He was handsome: jet black hair, olive skin, a sculpted nose, and breathtaking green eyes that locked onto mine. I threw my shoulders back so my tits perked up. He made one last attempt to reel me in, and then I rounded a corner and we lost sight of each other.
I felt so dumb. Here I was, pussy pulsating, dying for a good fuck, and this man is damn near drooling over me in the streets. I shrugged inwardly, trying to soothe the burn, and was just about to accept my fate when I heard his voice again, up above me on the road. He leaned over the railing, looking down on me and the river rushing behind my back.
“What did you say?”
He repeated whatever he’d said in French. I smiled up at him, shrugged, and sat down on a bench, unsure what to do next. He skipped down the stairs and sat down next to me, his friend trailing slowly behind.
He said more foreign words to me, and I simply nodded and said “I don’t speak French”, the only thing I could say in his language. He laughed and finally he understood. Addressing his friend real quick so the guy would go away, he turned his attention on me and said, in very accented English, “I’m Sammy.” I smiled. He put his arm around my waist and we sat there on this bench, looking out at the river and the slow Sunday town passing by. Like the seconds. And then his deep green eyes were staring into my own, and he wrapped his hand around my cheek and just kissed me. At first, it was slow, and I was in shock, and all I could think was, I just met this man!
But then I thought to myself, wth, I’m in France, this is what I’m supposed to be doing! Making out with hot strangers! So I leaned into him, fingers rubbing his stubble as his tongue plunged deep into my mouth. He was kissing with more fever now, the taste of him all over my face. My hands wandered over his exposed biceps, firm and thick. He held me tighter as I ran my fingers right down his back. It made him shiver. My hands finally worked their way down to his jeans, and I gasped as they felt the outline of his cock against the fabric. He was long, and firm, and narrow like kielbasa. His groan escaped into my mouth. His hands drifted down to my waist, and then my thighs, clenching them. Someone passed by, I think a couple, off for a midday stroll. I broke off the kiss and we stared at each other, breathless and dazed.
“Do you live around here?” He shook his head and asked, “Do you?” and of course I was just visiting so we were silent a minute. He stood up and held out his hand. “Come with me,” he said, and I did as he told me.
We walked, hand in hand, my panties soaked and my swollen clit rubbing comfortably against them. At some point, though, I had to stop, as it was too much. I needed relief. I leaned against the wall of a short tunnel where the road buzzed overhead and families enjoyed their day off. A bum lay sleeping in the other corner, which I tried to forget as Sammy pinned me to the cool stone bricks and slid his hand along my side. His fingers cupped my muscular butt, squeezing dangerously close to my slit. He must have felt the wetness, because his hips bucked involuntarily against me in the same rhythm as his molded lips agsint my lips. My breasts were pressed against him so hard I could barely move, though I still felt the sensation of my nipples hardening when he slipped under my shirt, stroking my bare skin. I moaned as another couple passed by, staring at us, and I couldn’t help but laugh. I tugged his hand away and we came off the wall, adrenaline coursing.
“Do you have a condom?”
He nodded.
“Let me see.” Out came his wallet and a thin yellow pack fell into my hand. We walked a little further.
“Come in here,” he said, pulling me behind some overgrown trees. He moved back the boughs filled with gorgeous pink and white flowers, until we were surrounded on both sides by the foliage, and further out, the river and Riverwalk where the sounds of people going about their days reached my ears, muffled somewhat. My heart was racing.

Sammy grabbed my breasts with both hands, their ample volume spilling out of his palms. He reached down to kiss them over my shirt as my own hands unbuckled his belt, and unbuttoned his pants. His cock sprung out, at least 7 inches, and bright red, smooth, and solidified. He wasn’t wearing any underwear, so my hands reached around for his tight caramel buttocks and slid his full length into my mouth. I made this stranger gasp. It made me wetter and after a couple of deep throated bobs, I stood up and slid my shorts all the way down my legs.
There was no leverage, no clean place to fuck up against nor anywhere to lay down, so after a moment of pondering, I bent double and grabbed my ankles so he could penetrate me from behind (thank you, yoga!)
His fingers slid along my lips, spreading them and the wetness throughout, slipped on the rubber, and entered me at full length. I moaned so loudly, if anyone had been within earshot, they would have come investigating. The thought turned me on even more so I leaned back against him, pounding hard to match his rhythm. His pubes, spiky after having been shaved, scraped against my clitoris, and so did his balls, so I clenched all around him. Hot, wet come was gushing out of me while he slid his hands underneath my bra to cup my breasts, squeezing, kneading, needing. He sped up and fucked me, like an animal, right there in the overgrowth, in this city in France… A stranger I’d met on the sidewalk, exchanged twenty words with.
He finally came inside me, spent, and slipped out with a groan. He looked at me, grinned, took the condom off, and threw it in the grass. He kissed my lips before putting his clothes back on. We strode into the sunlight together, walked a little ways, and then parted. My fingers still smelled like his sex as I watched him walk away, never to see him again.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/a4sy8l/met_a_stranger_and_fucked_him_in_public