Some of my most shocking sex stories took place when I was a young, wild thing exploring the newly introduced world of sex and willing to try anything, anywhere. Don’t get me wrong, I’m still a wild thing, but I have a lot more to lose now than I had then, so I haven’t had a night like this since I that time I fucked that stranger raw (whicy I mentioned in my last post – thanks for all the love and encouragement xoxo) Anyhow, here we go. Get straight to the goodies by following the stars (*****)
I was dating this guy at the time, but it suffices to say that he was trash so we “took a break” while I figured out what I wanted. During this break, I messed around with another guy who had a huge and beautiful dick that I reeeeally wanted to sit on. But I was being prude and feeling like I didn’t want to “increase my body count,” so I ended up just letting him finger me a few times. I was missing dick badly by the time my ex reached out to me asking if we could meet and talk.
I agreed, telling him that I would hear him out but not promising that anything between us would change. I met him at the local movie theater in a feeble attempt to eliminate the possibility of sex so he couldn’t weasel his way back into my life so quickly. I honestly wasn’t expecting anything to happen because, though I was horny, I didn’t think I was horny enough to risk being charged with public indecency. But here we are.
He acted remorseful and super polite to me: very unlike the person I broke up with 2 months before. He bought our tickets and some snacks, and we walked into the somewhat empty medium sized theater. We made our way past the 25 or so present patrons, and sat in the semi private back corner.
At first, I behaved. I tried watching the movie. But I honestly don’t remember what show was playing to this day, so that goes to show how distracted I was. I squirmed in my seat for Lord knows how long, imagining the feeling of his thick, perfectly rounded cock entering me. I didn’t know if he could tell how much I was struggling to focus.
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At some point, he reached into his pocket, pulled out some chapstick, and applied it to his lips. I looked at him and silently tapped on my soft, pouty pink lips – a cue he took to mean that I wanted some chapstick, too, and so he tried passing it to me. I swatted his hand away and pulled him towards me by his shirt collar. His eyes widened in surprise for a second, but once he understood what the cue really meant, he wasted no time kissing me deeply.
I slid my tongue in his mouth and palmed his dick while we made out, making my desire very clear. He made it clear that he wasn’t missing any more cues and would go as far as I wanted. He unbuttoned my jeans and slipped his fingers underneath my panties and into my soaking wet pussy. “Oh, shit” he said against my lips, gasping in awe at how wet I was. He CLEARLY hadn’t noticed me fantasizing about fucking him for the last 20 minutes.
I grinded against his fingers as he deftly stroked my pussy and my clit at once. I heard myself begin to moan and bit my lip in protest to avoid drawing attention to us. I was only vaguely aware of my surroundings and the repercussions of our actions, and I was sent further into the void when I heard him whisper in my ear, “You look so fucking sexy riding my fingers right now.”
He nearly sent me over the edge, but I tried really hard to avoid having an orgasm. The combination of months of sexual frustration, the public setting, the spontaneity of it all, and now his words, would’ve sent me spiraling into an orgasm that I wasn’t sure I could control my reaction to.
I heard him begin to unbuckle his belt and pants. I was alarmed, but also desperately needing to feel him inside me, so I ignored all rationale thought as I stood up and slowly sat on his dick, facing the theater screen so that anyone who happened to get up and look back would (hopefully) just think I was sitting in a high chair and watching the movie. He pulled my legs apart and rubbed my clit while he grinded against me, giving me deep and short strokes that were limited by his position. I craved longer strokes, so I started meeting him halfway and bouncing my ass up and down on his cock. I threw my head back in ecstacy and muffled my moans with labored sighs.
Eventually, the sound of him clapping my cheeks was eventing a liiiittle too distracting. I heard someone a rows ahead of us whisper something along the lines of “what are they doing?” All at once my common sense came back to me and I quickly hopped off his dick and back into my seat. My heart pounded as I haphazardly pulled my pants back up, hoping the people up front didn’t catch enough of a glimpse to call security on us or something. I heard him chuckle a little as he zipped his pants up too. Then he kissed my hand and said, “I owe you one later.”
So we didn’t get to finish fucking in the theater, sadly. But later he ate me out in the elevator of the footbridge outside of the theater ? Yay for happy endings!
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/jot2vk/the_time_i_18f_almost_got_caught_fucking_in_a
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