Once

My husband reminded me of this the other day. Unlike most of my erotica posts, it’s true.

When we were dating, we went out one summer evening to a pub. It was a glorious evening and we were seated in a beer garden. Slightly obscured by a tree. The beer garden was busy.

We were in that “first flush” phase of constant sex; when we where’re fucking we were thinking about it or talking about it! We’d realised we were a great match sexually and were at it like rabbits.

Anyway, this night he leans over and whispers in my ear. “When you sit like that I can see right up your skirt.”

I got a bit of a jolt in my groin from that. I’m not generally a flasher in spite of fantasies I have posted on here! But knowing he could see and was finding it hot turned me on.

I knew I had red knickers on and I knew he liked them. I parted my legs further and grinned.

“Slag,” he mouthed. We’d just got into dirty talk and I’d quite enjoyed name calling (sorry Americans, just think “slut” in your terms!!).

I deliberately sat like that the rest of the evening. We were kissing occasionally, flirting. Little bits of dirty talk and suggestive chat mingling with our normal convo.

It got later. Darker. We got more drunk. I kept seeing his eyes being drawn between my legs. I put my hand on his leg, ran it right up. Felt his cock through his work trousers. Felt it hardening.

No-one can see, I thought. And I spread my legs wider and I slipped my hand down and pulled my red knickers to the side. Showing him my cunt.

He moaned low. He looked around furtively. The place was emptier and there was no clear view of us for anyone. He started to rub himself through his trousers. I checked over my shoulder for onlookers. None. I joined on. Hand in my knickers, fingers on my clit. Rubbing.

I could feel my heart thumping and a flood of wetness between my legs. I had that rising excitement/panic in my tummy. I was going to cum. He saw it in my face. “Dirty little bitch,” he whispered and I could see the excitement on his face as he UNZIPPED and pulled out his bare cock. Still nobody looking. I felt hot and wanton and dirty and amazing. I rubbed and rubbed and my legs nearly gave way as I came on my fingers right there is the beer garden.

He was too scared of making making a mess to let go and cum. So I promised him a blow job when we got home. He drank up fast.

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/zaptei/once