As a preface to this story. I was dating a guy at the time and we decided to try to have an open relationship. This meant that we both found another person to have sex with outside of the relationship. I chose an ex-boyfriend (let’s call him Dylan) that I hadn’t spoken to in nearly five years other than a singular meeting here and there. This is the story of our first sexual encounter after we made the deal.
I had written back and forth with Dylan for a few days, slowly getting more and more suggestive. In the beginning he was very confused by the sexual undertones, seeing as I was in a relationship. When I explained the situation to him, he was all in. We talked possible places where we could have sex, seeing as my boyfriend at the time was always home and Dylan was homeless at the time. We decided to meet in the centre of the city a couple of days later to talk and maybe fuck if we found a place.
When we met, we gave each other an awkward hug and we were relatively silent for a few minutes. We decided to go towards the harbour / my apartment and on the way we quickly started to catch up. I found out a lot that happened to him these past years that I never knew. After about 45 minutes, we were at my apartment and I invited him up for a beer. I told him that my boyfriend wanted to meet him just so he knew what type of guy I was hanging around with. All three of us started having some banter and in a fit of laughter I accidentally spilled some beer on my clothes. I excused myself to go change. I put on a pair loose red pants with long slits in the front, all the way up my thighs and a red crop top. Since it was a bit breezy, I slid into my faux leather biker jacket as well.
When I returned to the living room I asked Dylan if he wanted to go for a walk with me in the area and he agreed. After walking for a while we settled down on a bench in front of a public bathroom. There we started talking about sexual preferences. Being vocal about these things had never been my strong suit and I must’ve blushed about a thousand times in those 15 minutes. He told me that he hadn’t had sex in the past four years, so he hoped he could still perform. I told him that in the past six years since we dated last I had become more confident sexually and was now able to say no or move if something was uncomfortable. I also told him that I still liked the way he used to fuck me, hard, choking, spanking, all that.
Dylan suggested that we started with a kiss. He could obviously feel that we both were stalling because of nerves. I could feel my stomach clench and butterflies running wild. Slowly I leaned in and locked his lips with mine. His lips were smaller and rougher than my boyfriend’s but I loved it. We broke away, looking at each other. Then we both leaned in again. This kiss, while still sweet seemed hungrier, like we were both longing for something. “How was that?” He asked after we broke away. “Weird, but not nearly as weird as I thought it would be” I answered.
He then stood up, walked in front of me and reached his hand out. I looked up at him. Damn I could get lost in those beautiful brown eyes and that playful, but caring smile. I took his hand and followed him to the public bathroom behind us. While he locked the door, I looked around. “This doesn’t look as bad as I remember” I commented awkwardly not paying attention to what he was doing. I felt his hand on my wrist and turned around to face him. As soon as I did, he locked his lips to mine and wrapped his arms around my waist. Soon the shock washed away and I put my arms around his neck and got completely lost in the heat of his lips. As I softened I let my handbag fall to the floor, not caring if anything broke. My hands ran up and down his back, first over his shirt then slowly moving under his shirt, tracing my nails lightly against his skin. His hands travelled down my back and grabbed my ass, hard. I let out at startled moan, careful not to alarm anyone outside of the room and gripped him tighter.
He broke the kiss and turned me so I faced the wall but never moved away from me. He pulled me even closer, drawing my hair to the side to kiss my neck. I could feel him getting hard against my ass and that made me so wet. He pulled at the elastic band of my pants and they dropped, landing in pile around my ankles. I put my hand on his neck and rubbed my ass against his crotch and heard his breath get heavier. One of his hands wandered up my shirt, pushed my bra up and grabbed my small breast. The other trailed down, into my thong and started rubbing my pussy. He rubbed me surprisingly softly, but his firm handle on my breast kept me moaning like I didn’t have a care in the world. I reached behind me, undid his belt, shoved my hand down his pants and grabbed his dick. I stroked him, desperate to feel him, while still pressing my ass against him. I wanted to suck him off but he wasn’t willing to wait that long. He pulled his crotch away from me, but before I could react, his rubbing on my clit got fiercer. I moaned uncontrollably and turned to him. I kissed him while he put the condom on, but this wasn’t the way he wanted me.
He grabbed hips, firmly whipped me around and pulled off my thong. I arched my back as he pressed his dick against me. I quickly noticed that I was a little too short compared to him, and he must’ve seen the same thing, because as I stood up on my tip-toes, he bend down slightly. I grabbed his dick and rubbed it against my wet pussy for a few strokes, than lead him inside of me. I gasped as he filled me up and moved against me. I had only tried this position one or two times before, but never like this. Being almost fully clothed and being in a public space was so fucking hot. I began pressing myself against him, matching his rhythm. This made him gasp, he grabbed my neck and started rubbing my pussy again, all while still thrusting in me. I let my moans run free, not really caring if anyone heard me any-more. I could feel a deep warmth in the pit of my stomach and it spread as I melted into a puddle of thrusts and moans. At this point, all I wanted was to feel him cum inside me. I put my hands against the wall and pushed myself against him, harder and faster and I could his breathing get more and more shallow. Hearing him losing control turned me on so fucking bad, I had to bite my lip to keep from moaning too loud. His grasp on my hips got firmer as he got close and I heard a small “oh, fffuuckk” leave his lips as he made his last thrust and came deep inside me, I swear, I could’ve cum then and there just from that. Four years in the making, the condom didn’t take away anything. I could feel him cum as clearly as if he hadn’t been wearing one, and it so fucking sexy.
He pulled out and disposed of the condom, while I pulled up my pants. As he turned around, I kissed him hard and out of breath, as a thank you. I had never experienced anything like this before and as we walked outside, I hoped that this wouldn’t be this last time we did this. I’d gotten a taste of Dylan, but I was nowhere near done.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/fj84lk/mf_my_first_time_in_a_public_space