Okay, thanks for all the positive responses to my first submission, “sex at the nude beach.” This encourages me to post a second true story, from much further back in my past, all way to the sexy 70s when I was at university.
I was a late bloomer, as they say, a virgin until a few weeks before my 20th birthday. The woman who changed all that was a couple of years older and far more experienced – at the time, she could have submitted lots of slutty Reddit-type confessions before she eventually settled down a decade or so later. Who knows, maybe she still could, but I’ve lost touch.
This woman (we’ll call her “Beth”) was not shy about showing off her body. Beth was a fine arts student at the same university, specialising in art history but with great skills in portrait drawing, still life watercolours, etc. After we began dating, she confided that she had often posed for other students, doing nude photo shots or volunteering to pose for drawing sessions if the hired model failed to show up. (She would collect the donations from the other students on those occasions, to supplement her meagre income.) And Beth loved to wear short skirts, low-cut blouses, and very very tight t-shirts to show off her incredible boobs.
Being young and horny, we could hardly keep our hands off each other. We would be walking down the street, stopping every couple of blocks to swap tongues and feel each other up. She loved it when I squeezed her ass in public! And later in the evening, after the sun went down, she would get even bolder. It was a hot summer, she could dress very lightly when we went out. We lived at opposite ends of a very high road and railway bridge that crossed a wide river beside the university campus, so in the evenings we often walked across the bridge, going back from a date to her place or mine. This bridge was constructed largely from huge I-beam steel girders, about 18 inches wide or so, angled about 30 degrees back from the road deck and the sidewalks on either side. These spaces were perfect for a couple to snuggle in and lean back comfortably, especially since the beams retained warmth from the day. If nobody was walking towards us, we could just duck into one of these wide beams and start necking for a few minutes.
Clever readers will ask, “but what about the cars driving by?” Yes, there was a fair amount of traffic, even by eleven at night or whatever the time might be. Headlights would whiz past us, but vehicles would be going too fast for anyone to get more than a brief glimpse at two young lovers cuddled in one of the beams. Inevitably, Beth got increasingly bolder as we carried on this little game. Without any words, she would encourage me to go further, grinding into my erection and kissing me enthusiastically every time I pulled the back of her skirt a little higher, or if I reached my hand into the back of her shorts. After a few of these late night walks across the bridge, I was at the point of lifting her skirt right up to the edge of her panties. Finally on one occasion she broke off kissing for a moment and just about growled at me – “keep going.” I got the hint and pulled the hem of her skirt right up to the small of her back, giving me easy access to squeeze her bum through the thin fabric.
We made out frantically for a while, stopping occasionally to see if any pedestrians were approaching. That did happen, to my frustration, and Beth stepped away. But not for long. She took me towards the end of the bridge closer to my place, looking closely at the girders. She finally stopped and looked around, and pointed at one particular beam. I was a bit confused, since this spot was almost unconcealed from oncoming vehicles. In fact, cars coming around the slight curve to cross the bridge would have perhaps a 40-yard window of opportunity for headlights to play across this location. But that was apparently just what Beth was looking for. We resumed making out and she helped me pull her skirt up high again. Sure enough, the next car lit up her bare legs and panties for several seconds, and she let out a loud, sexy moan. Turned on even more, I played along and pulled her panties down, completely exposing her bare ass as the next set of headlights swept by. This went on for another seven or eight cars, and I started grasping her cheeks to spread them apart as cars went past. Clearly the drivers and any front-seat passengers were getting a great view for those few seconds! Beth was going crazy at this point, her pussy dripping wet as she sucked my tongue and bit my neck. There were always plenty of hickies the next day after such adventures….
“Come on,” Beth said at last, yanking her panties up and her skirt down. She led me onto a nearby walking path, high above the river valley leading away from the bridge. Anyone could have been out for a walk along that path, but it seemed to be deserted this late at night. We went about a hundred yards, until she stepped a few paces away from the path and ordered me to put my jacket down on the grass. I followed her directions, and watched dumbfounded as she whipped off her t-shirt and bra, then stepped out of her skirt and underwear, and laid down naked on my jacket. “Hurry, get your clothes off and fuck me now,” she said, spreading her legs wide.
I didn’t need any more encouragement. I just stripped in record time and knelt in front of Beth, pausing only long enough to get lined up for entry. Her pussy was absolutely wet and my cock slid right in. She was on the pill, and there was no need for a condom. We just started fucking frantically, hoping that nobody would walk by – or maybe she was hoping secretly that we would be seen. At that time of my youth, I was able to keep it up for another five minutes or so, pounding her pussy while she gasped and bucked her hips in time with my thrusts. Finally she let out a very loud, long cry, and I knew it was time to cum inside her. God, that was probably the greatest orgasm of my life! But as soon as we finished, she suddenly got very nervous, and pushed me off to get dressed, hopping around as she yanked her clothes back on. We dusted ourselves off as well as possible and continued on our journey, back to my place where thankfully none of my room-mates were still awake to see us come in the front door looking completely dishevelled.
I’d like to say we had sex all night, but in reality, we were both wiped at that point and went quickly off to sleep. The next morning we did face some catcalls and laughs when the room-mates caught us sneaking down the hall together for a shower, but it was well worth it.
I might write one or two more stories about Beth, who ended up marrying me for a few years. The marriage didn’t last, ironically in part because she was madly jealous any time I even glanced at another woman… but that’s a different story!
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/6cptsx/more_flashing_and_hot_public_sex_a_true_story