Story A:
My ex and I had gone to my grandmother’s so I could introduce him for the first time. I wore a dress and on the way to her house (about an hour away), he fingered me the entire time. I was the one driving, and it was all I could do not to wreck.
Once we got to my grandmothers, I introduced them and we talked for a bit in the living room. I then offered to go get him a drink. He agreed and tagged along.
Before I could even reach for the glasses once in the kitchen, he turned my around, facing away from him, bent me over my grandmother’s kitchen island, and shoved his big hard cock into me. It was our first sexual experience together and I hadn’t expected him to be so thick.
It took all of my strength not to cry out as he thrusted into me hard and fast, not bothering to be gentle.
We were almost ready to cum, but my our efforts were thwarted by my grandmother asking from the living room if we had found the drinks.
Story B:
I had been seeing this guy for a while and asked him if he wanted to go to the city with me for some clothes shopping, dinner, and just an all around day out. He agreed.
We went to one of my favorite clothing stores. He was nice about it, but I could tell he was bored, so I decided to make it up to him. I snuck him into the dressing room with me so he could “critique my clothes.”
The first, and only thing, I got to try on was a bathing suit. I pulled the bikini top on and watched as his eyes went from his phone, up my naked body. I acted as though I hadn’t noticed, and proceeded to pull my bottoms on. I looked at myself in the mirror and could feel his eyes on me, getting more intense the more he watched.
“Whaddaya think?” I said playfully.
“Come here. Let me get a closer look.” He responded.
I did as he said, coming over to him slowly, teasingly. When I got to him, he pulled my bottoms to the side, leaned and tilted his head, running his tongue gently across the lips of my pussy.
Before I knew it, he had me on my knees on the ottoman in the dressing room. He got behind me and had his way with me, not caring that our slapping thighs were echoing throughout the dressing room. Our moans could undoubtedly be heard by the other patrons.
Needless to say, I left with that bathing suit, and did not return to that store for quite some time.
Story C:
Several years ago, an ex and I went to a park. It was rather empty and I was young, much younger than him, in age and sexual experience.
We had a picnic and enjoyed some time together in the nearly empty park before he grabbed my hand and led me towards the bathrooms. I was confused, but followed. When we arrived, he sat on the floor and tugged my pants and panties down and forced me to straddle his face.
It was the first time I had ever been ate out, and my body was overwhelmed with emotions.
I came quickly, and just in time, too, because as soon as I put my pants on, other people began entering the bathroom.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/i5vt12/a_couple_short_stories_of_my_f_rather_public