Kate and I have gotten a little bit more brazen lately due to wearing these masks in public. If we’re shopping in the store, I might smack her ass more. She’ll show me something we should buy and then grab my dick. It built over several weeks and spilled over this weekend.
We’ve had sneaky public sex before the rona, but this escalation was different. We were suddenly not caring about getting caught. PDA was on high level. It was probably gross to all the prudes watching and I’m sure there were pervs staring.
This weekend the weather was gorgeous following some thunderstorms and we decided to go kayaking. For some stupid reason, the park requires masks at all times, even when kayaking. Whatever. I’m glad to be out of the house. We kayak to an island in the middle of the small lake. It’s not an uncommon spot for fishermen or hammockers to hang out. The water from lake makes the breeze cool on the island.
For now, though, we had the island to ourselves. I set up a blanket for a picnic and Kate and I ate a small lunch. After, we laid on the blanket and watched clouds. I was stroking her arm and she was nuzzling. We started pecking at first, then kissing. Then we were making out. By now our hands are all over each other and I hear a loud “WOO!” from a kayaker oaring passed.
Kate pulls my shirt off and tells me to put my mask on. I begrudgingly comply, not realizing what was happening. She starts taking off her pants and it’s more clear now. She takes off mine and lifts the mask to suck me a few seconds. Then she turned around, got on her elbows and wiggled her ass at me.
I immediately rose up on my knees and began playing with her clit and slit. The previous kayaker was out of view, but if another one came by, they were in for a helluva show. After about 30 seconds of teasing I aimed my cock home and pushed inside Kate’s warm waiting pussy. She moaned and I felt her insides squeeze me.
I took my time and with long slow strokes fucked Kate while having the sun bake us and nature yell all around. Just when I started picking up speed, though, we saw a pair of kayaks coming our way. I asked Kate if we should cover up or hide and she said, “You better fucking not.” So, I grasped her hips and slammed mine against her tight ass as hard as a I could. I felt her rubbing her clit and by the time the hipster couple with the sleeve tattoos rode past, she was moaning loudly to go along with the visible show. I could see the guy staring and the woman trying to ignore us. I smacked Kate’s ass hard and loud. The woman instinctively looked over and Kate just groan-moaned through an orgasm.
I felt pride at the jaws dropped as they drifted pass and picked up momentum, driving deep and hard. Kate finished her long orgasm and called for a position swap. I laid on the blanket and she climbed on my cowgirl facing the water. another couple of kayaks were making their way as she bounced on my dick. These looked headed for the island.
Kate didn’t stop and kept riding me and I think fear Wass the only reason I didn’t cum yet. She felt so good. The couple in the kayaks started cheering and clapping as they pulled up on the island, but stayed in their kayaks. They were young, like 18-20. They didn’t seem phased at all. Like same shit different day.
I felt the eyes on me though and while Kate was on top, I did my best to participate. Grabbing her hips, spanking her ass, squeezing her tits hard. When she rides up, I know it’s time for orgasm two and I keep my place steady changing as little as possible until she falls apart on top of me. She’s moaning loudly and saying “fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck” and just having a blast and the sight of her happiness sends me over the edge and I fill her up.
We wrapped up grinding slowly on each other, and by then the couple was gone. Presumably, into the woods. We got dressed and cleaned up. We heard some moaning coming from the woods on the island as we shoved off and we smiled at each other hoping we inspired them.
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Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/i3jdqd/mf_these_masks_are_great_for_exhibitionists