Ever since I’ve awakened my kinky side, I’ve been drawn to doing things in public. Sometimes it might be something small, like squeezing my thighs and simulating pressure to get myself wet. Sometimes it might be something like giving my boyfriend a handjob in public. But this incident is on a different level.
To start off, this was a day where we were supposed to go on a date. A museum had free admissions for a limited period of time and we were interested in viewing new stuff so we headed there in the afternoon. I was dressed in a blouse and a skirt while he had on a shirt and long pants. As it was in the business district, there was a lot of things to see (also known as window shopping). After walking around a bit, we realized that it was late afternoon by then and we were unsure how long we would take to view the entire museum so we went to grab an early dinner.
By the time we got to the museum, it was almost evening. The museum in a large building that has been preserved. It was full of artwork and different sculptures in large galleries. Since we went on a weekday, there wasn’t a lot of people around. We slowly browsed the exhibits, moving from gallery to gallery, generally sparsely populated cold air-conditioned rooms with a few other visitors. There were two levels to the museum with multiple galleries so we estimated that it would take us about 2 hours or so to finish walking through all the exhibits.
I am not exactly sure when it was, but in the middle of the visit, my boyfriend started getting handsy. Maybe it was because some artwork had a certain level of nudity in them, or maybe because he was pent up, but he started leaning close to me when viewing the exhibits, running his hands subtly down my lower back or butt whenever no one was looking. I did turn and indicated my displeasure by narrowing my eyes at him after a few times he did that since the galleries were covered with security cameras that might notice what he was doing. He stopped, but after a bit, he will start trying to touch me again. It wasn’t that I did not enjoy the attention, it was more that I am wary of the cameras in the galleries.
So, to ensure that the cameras cannot catch anything, the next time he leaned against my back and tried to stroke my back, my moved my hand behind me and cupped his bulge before turning back and narrowing my eyes at him again. As he was wearing a long pair of pants, I could not feel much aside from the material of the pants and how he seemed to be filling up the crotch region of his pants. Through the rest of the galleries, I alternated between teasing and expressing my displeasure at his touching.
After the museum visit, he sent me to my place via the train. From the station we were alighting, there is a park. It sits on an elevation, with large trees shading multiple parts of the park, many bushes, and multiple paths through the park with park benches along the way. The lighting in the park was not the greatest as well, with lamps spread along the pathways to provide enough light for people to walk through but not illuminating enough. By the time we reached the park, it was close to 9 at night. His hand, holding mine, started rubbing my knuckles and he asked me if I wanted to rest on a bench for awhile before heading back. I was pretty sure what was on his mind at this time since he has been building up tension since the museum but acted like I did not and told him that we got take a short break since we have been on our feet for a long time.
Once I agreed, he led me to a path close to the highest point of the park where there was a bench that overlooked the path that led up there, so it was easy to see if anyone was approaching. There were bushes behind the bench that covered a long stretch of the park, effectively blocking the view from the other side. We sat on the bench and he started talking about other things, his palm stroking the back of my hand, trying to not be too obvious even though I knew what was coming next.
After sitting there chatting about mundane stuff for a bit and noticing no one seemed to be taking the higher path (there was the occasional jogger on the lower path), he started caressing up my wrist and onto my forearms, leaning closer to me. I shuffled myself closer as well, half my body slightly resting on his body, with my head leaning against his shoulder. Just enjoying each other’s company. His hands start venturing up my blouse and cupped my breasts. My breathing quickened as he started kneading. My hand moved on top of his crotch and started squeezing the bulge. Both of us were breathing heavily at this point and we felt the heat of our bodies as we leaned into each other and continued our actions. He started kissing the top of my head as his hand wandered down my blouse, lightly touching my dress. I didn’t want to get caught but at this point there was a fog in my mind now and all I thought about was getting his dick out. I fumbled around a little before finding the zip on his pants and pulled it down, letting his hard cock that was still in his underwear out. I started tracing the shaft, placing my palm on his dick and started stroking it while his hands started caressing my inner thigh. The more we continued, the more aroused we got and I started spreading my legs slightly apart while he had to adjust his body a little so his cock was more comfortable and not restricted by his pants.
When his finger found the spot in between my thighs and applied pressure on my panties, I was unable to keep myself silent and let out a low moan, pressing the back of my head into him and stretching out my neck, which he started nuzzling and kissing. At this point, we’ve gone past all rational though and I unbuttoned the top of his pants and pulled down his underwear a little, letting his hard rod spring out. My fingers enclosed around his cock, I started to jerk him off. For his part, he was rubbing against my panties, which had a pretty noticeable damp feeling by now. My mouth started drying up as we continued to be lost in the moment, occasionally glancing at the path below us in case someone else came up from there.
His cock seemed harder than usual and was searing hot on my palm. I started feeling more frequent tingles of pleasure, eyes closed, trying to enjoy the moment. I was interrupted by his finger that slipped under my panties and started stroking my wet slit directly. I jolted up and turned my head to look at him. Sensing the movement, he turned to look at me before covering my mouth with a wet sloppy kiss, using his tongue to intrude into my mouth and exploring it. I could feel his hard dick throbbing and pulsating in my grasp. Breaking the kiss, he told me that he wanted it.
Getting his hint, I stood up and slipped my panties down, taking it off and keeping it in my handbag before positioning myself above him, my hand back on his cock before slowly lowering myself down on top of it. As I was wet enough, there was a little tightness at first before his cock slipped into me. With my dress covering our connection, I looked like I was just sitting on his lap. I started moving my hips a little, gyrating on his cock, using my thighs to ease myself in and out of him, feeling every thrust stretching my insides. Sliding up and down his warm pulsing dick, I feel his dick start tightening. The slapping of thighs against thighs sounding obscene as we intensified our actions, our excitement peaking, with both of us slightly sweaty and dishevelled.
Sadly, it did not end well since in our sexed up haze, we heard a loud rustle from the bushes behind us which shocked us out of the euphoria. The sound was so loud that it sounded like something big was in the bushes. We stopped and looked around for what made the sound, but everything was silent. After looking around for awhile, my boyfriend whispered to me that he might have seen something reflecting light and we may have been recorded. That pretty much turned off any mood that we had. I stood up and moved away from the bushes while he zipped up his pants and started moving towards the bushes. We then heard another rustling sound like something big moving quickly away. Since he did not want to bash through the bushes, we headed off down the path in the other direction.
So we ended up not satisfying ourselves because of that scare, which was why I mentioned this was a slightly different type of incident. Still don’t know what it was but this will not dampen my enthusiasm for exploring more in public (without getting caught).
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/q9eha3/f_a_very_different_incident_at_the_park