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I set up near trees near the busy intersection of several paved walking paths. I had a perfect view of the lake and the mountains. More importantly, I could easily people watch. I always wondered what others were thinking about, listening to, or working towards.
I stripped off my black tank top, kicked off my sandals, and laid back with my book in the late morning sun. After an hour of reading, I realized how distracted I was becoming. The warm morning drew people outside in droves.
I chose this lake in particular, as it was in an active area with lots of runners, cyclists and roller skaters lapping the lake on the paved sidewalks. Fit women in sports bras and tight running shorts went bouncing by every minute.
There was a sex scene in my book, and I couldn’t help but look up at the athletic women jogging by – their perky breasts bouncing and curves accentuated by tight leggings. Was I a creep? Maybe. What’s the harm in looking from a distance? A casual glance.
Sure, I was only appreciating their physical beauty. I honestly would never fuck someone I didn’t know intimately. I wanted a genuine connection with someone who just *gets* me. But the pairs of long, toned legs and frequent glances my way began to form dirty thoughts in my head.
I’ve always wondered what it would be like having sex somewhere publicly. An absolute thrill and, likely, positively terrifying. I wondered how passersby would react if a woman – all sweaty from jogging – approached me to flirt. What would it be like, in my teenage wet dream of a fantasy, to have her kneel down and take me into her mouth while I lay in my hammock? Would I watch people’s reactions as they walked by, or would I have to close my eyes to focus on not losing my erection out of the anxiety of such exposure?
Would people point at us? Would they call the police? Or would they look on incredulously as the runner with the tight body lifted her sports bra to show me her tips before sucking on my balls? Would I moan as I came on her tits just to get the attention of onlookers?? Or would this mysterious fantasy woman ask me to take her back home for more privacy?
My book had fallen into my lap at this point while I watched the passersby and thought about my random exhibitionist fantasy. It was probably for the best that I put my book down, since I realized I had grown a throbbing erection at the thought.
I tried to think about the last time I had had anything close to public sex or risked exposure. There was that college girl two years back in the Target parking lot. She had begged to let her ride me in the front seat, but we couldn’t find a rhythm and her car was just too small.
I then remembered a time when my ex and I were watching TV one beautiful weekend like this. I don’t know why we were inside on such a sunny day. Perhaps it had been too hot and humid midday, and we needed a break from the sun.
I remember my roommate had stepped outside to wash his dog and his new Audi. He babied that car, but he was too reckless and constantly scratched the ring and bumper. My girlfriend had her head in my lap as we watched Gotham. When we heard the hose turn on in the driveway, she didn’t say another word. She lifted her head off my lap and pulled my pants down. Her bright blue eyes locked on mine as she took me in her mouth.
One of the few things I regret about that relationship is not recognizing her closed hyper sexuality. I only recognized the signs in those long, lonely nights after we broke up. When my body ached for a familiar presence and a sexual release, but no one was there.
That ex was the most attractive woman I had been with. She was tall and thin with pale skin that kissed with hundreds of freckles that darkened in the summertime. Her stomach was flat and lean from yoga. Her B-cup breasts were supermodel perfect: perky, puffy nipples and just big enough breasts to fit into my mouth. She always loved when I sucked on them.
She kept her thick strawberry blonde hair long for me. I obsessed over her hair, almost worshiping its beauty. She took good care of it so I always made sure to tell her how beautiful she was. I held that same beautiful hair back from her face as she wrapped her big lips around the tip of my cock.
Outside, the dog had been barking and leaping around the back yard with my roommate giggling toddler. Their sound of innocent play faded away as my girlfriend got on her knees, peeled her shirt off, and deep-throated me.
I felt so despicable at that moment. The playful, innocent moment of family bonding outside while this stunning woman sucked my cock not feet away.
Rap started blaring from a speaker in the driveway. My girlfriend smiled up at me as she peeled off her shorts and climbed in my lap. The windows in the living room were horizontal above the couch, so she could peer out by leaning forward and pressing her breasts into my face.
She stroked my cock between her legs as she looked out the window to make sure my roommate was staying outside. I took her nipples into my mouth and sucked each of them in turn. She gasped and looked down at me with a wicked smile, but she said nothing as she lowered herself down on my glistening cock – wet with her spit.
I gasped as I entered her without a condom. Although I was careful never to cum inside, each time we had sex it became a challenge to pull out. She was the tightest (and fittest) woman I’ve ever fucked, and she was always wet for me. I slid right in, and, every time, I was amazed by how good she felt.
She held onto the back of the couch as she rode me and bit her lip to keep herself from moaning too loudly. It was the perfect position. I could give her perky breasts all the attention she wanted, and she could feel in control.
I looked up with one of her breasts in my mouth. She ran her fingers through my hair and looked into my eyes while she rode me. Fuck, I wanted to cum inside of this woman so badly. The naughtiness of the moment almost made me cross a line we hadn’t crossed before. Despite her being on birth control, she wanted to be safe (ish) and always asked me to pull out.
Ours was a relationship where the sex kept getting better the longer we were together. Her body knew when I was close to cumming, and she’d always ride me faster, more desperately. Her moans would become louder. She’d beg me to touch her, and our bodies would lock together in perfect synchronization as we neared orgasm together.
That afternoon, I think she wanted it, too. She wanted me to hold her hips and thrust in one last time as I came inside her. But I wouldn’t cross that line without her consent. Plus, it would be that much hotter when she asked me to do it to her one day.
I couldn’t get the thought out of my mind as she fucked me there on the sofa. My hands clung to her ass tightly and pulled her down on me. She closed her eyes and moaned as we fucked. The thrill of being caught gave us both a rush, and I felt that sinful heat rise up in me as I got close to climaxing quickly. She looked down at me when she felt my cock twitch. She could feel it, too, and, this time, she kept riding.
It was later – thinking back on that encounter – that I realized she was much more sexual than I had given her credit. She wanted me to cum inside her at that moment. I think she was curious, too, about how it would feel. Would we feel more connected? Have deeper, more honest, more natural sex afterwards? Maybe that thought is just part of a fantasy, and reminiscing had blurred the two together.
It was later – thinking back on that encounter – that I realized she was much more sexual than I had given her credit. She wanted me to cum inside her at that moment. I think she was curious, too, about how it would feel. Would we feel more connected? Have deeper, more honest, more natural sex afterwards? Maybe that thought is just part of a fantasy, and reminiscing had blurred the two together.
In a panic, she swore and hopped off me. I kicked her shorts and underwear beneath the sofa with my heel as she pulled her shirt back down over her breasts. She grabbed the blanket and threw it over my erection and her naked bottom.
The doorknob stopped rattling. My roommate cursed and said something about his keys. We heard footsteps walk down the driveway and back. I mashed the Play button on the remote to resume another episode.
When he finally came in, he nodded at us, grabbed a beer, and went back into the yard. He either didn’t smell the sex in the air or was polite enough not to call us out. Both of us pretended to be fixated on the TV while hoping he didn’t recognize the sheen of sweat on our bodies.
Almost before he closed the door, my girlfriend’s fingers wrapped around my erection under the blanket to test that it retained its hardness. She gently (but with clear intent) led me by the cock upstairs to my bedroom.
I tossed her down on the bed and climbed on top of her. She laughed as she guided me back inside her wetness and wrapped her legs around my waist.
She tangled her fingers in my hair and pulled me in for a deep kiss. We fucked like rabbits as both of us were even more aroused by almost getting caught.
I touched my thumb to her clit as I entered her. She threw her head back and gripped the pillows. After a moment, she leaned forward to watch my cock disappear between her legs. She started to shake, and I knew she was close. It always made her cum when she watched me fuck her. She said she felt complete, filled, when she watched me like this.
But the moment we had experienced on the couch had passed. That glimmer of mischief when she was on top had faded – lost in her roiling orgasm that washed over her. I watched her nipples harden between her fingers while she came. She felt me tense up, about to fill her with my cum.
But instead of tightening her legs around me. She pulled me in for a kiss and slipped my cock out of her pussy. She stroked me until I came on her flat stomach. I shot cum all the way up her chest and between her perfect breasts. She let out a pleasant gasp as a rope of jism hit her chin and her lips.
She smiled that beautiful, perfect smile and she wiped it off her lower lip with a finger and cleaned it off with her tongue. My explosive orgasm jolted through me and I made a mess in her hand. She wiped it on my chest, and we both shared a lust-filled giggle as we kissed and collapsed into a sticky, sweaty tangle and drifted off to sleep in the afternoon sun.
That intimate memory drifted through my hazy mind as I lay back in the hammock. A puff of smoke escaped my lips as I hit my joint and leaned back. I didn’t even care about my obvious erection as I kicked back in the park. Fuck it.
I tucked an arm behind my head and took another hit as my mind wandered off to other memories, other fantasies. All the while, dozens of fit women ran by in their yoga pants and sports bras. Right then, I felt a little less guilty about watching them. My hazy mind wondered if any of them would get in my lap and not stop riding when I said I was close.
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