Beginning of a fetish [MF][public]

(this is my first story here, so go easy on me!)
I was 19 when I figured out that I was an exhibitionist. This was years ago, before the rise of cameraphones, so my escapades were limited to sneaky, semi-public sex. Looking backwards, I know that I would have come to the same conclusion regardless, but the inspiration for my enjoyment of this particular thrill came at the hands (literally) of someone else.

I met him on Craigslist, of all places. Not the last time I’d find someone on that cesspool, but this may have been the first one I actually met. He was much older than me, 24, with a job and an apartment, and a car of his own. I was in college, looking for someone to take me out to dinner while I was home for the summer, and maybe to expand my not-very-experienced horizons.

I thought that perhaps he was too old for me, and that we’d have little in common, but we both liked similar books, so I thought it was worth a late-night coffee date. Our conversations- via email, of course- had veered into naughty territory but nothing too explicit. I was honest and told him I’d only been with a handful of partners, all in relationships, and was looking to try new things. He said he wanted casual FWB type of arrangements, wasn’t looking for a girlfriend, and really enjoyed oral sex, both giving and getting.

We met at a Baker’s Square halfway between his apartment and my parents’ house (yes, I was still living at home). The first few minutes were intensely awkward, as we weren’t quite sure what to talk about. Eventually we both calmed down enough to have a real conversation, about work, school, and living in the suburbs. I got myself cute (short denim skirt, knee high boots, tank top and a hoodie) and went off into the world.

He was charming, but the more we talked the more I realized that we were really in two separate phases of life. I was living at home with my family between semesters at school, and he was a genuine adult with all the trappings of independence. What would I tell my parents I was doing, if I went over to his house one evening and stayed the night? But he was attractive and decent at conversation, and I found myself wondering whether he was the same as the man who’d charmed me with his words over our emails.

“Let’s go outside for a little bit,” He suggested, after our conversation lulled for the second time in ten minutes. “I have a present for you.”

I agreed, and we left after paying for our coffee. It was a cooler night than I expected, and I wasn’t dressed exactly correctly for the weather. We stood outside, next to my car, while I chatted away and he listened intently to whatever I was babbling on about.
“It’s so cold,” I started, “Do you want to sit in the car for a while?” He nodded, and slid into my passenger seat as I sat behind the wheel.

After a little bit more chatting, and another quiet lull, he asked me my thoughts about fingers. In particular, whether I was more a fan of long fingers, or shorter, stubbier ones.

I felt myself blushing as the arousal started to curl low in my belly. I couldn’t think of a sassy, sexy answer, so I was honest- I enjoyed all the fingers I’d tried, and it was the quickest way to get me off.

“Oh really?” Now he was even more interested. “Would you let me try?”

“Right now?” I squeaked. “We’re in a parking lot.” I was parked close to the back of the restaurant, and people were wandering through the mini-mall at regular intervals. “Someone might see!”

He shifted closer, placing one hand on my knee. “I’m very good at it. And if you don’t make too much noise nobody will know what we’re doing.”

I’m sure my eyes were the size of dinner plates, but my body was very interested in this idea and I could feel my panties getting wet at the suggestion. He continued, “You don’t have to do anything for me, but I’d really like to give you a new experience.”

I felt myself nodding, and his hand slid up my leg to disappear under my skirt. At his direction I slid the seat back, spreading my legs apart as much as I could. His fingers were warm, short and chubby, as they slipped under my panties and yanked.

I lifted my hips, letting the satin slip down to the floor. His fingertips brushed against my dampening slit and we both moaned- me in surprise, him in satisfaction. I slid forward, starting to get greedy for more contact.

“Don’t rush me, little girl.” He chucked to himself, one finger finding my clit and wiggling feather-light touches to find the best angle. “I want to make you come but you have to be patient.”

I groaned as one thick digit pushed into my body. He shushed me then, and reminded me to open my eyes. People were still wandering around us, workers leaving the restaurant and random bar-goers lingering on the sidewalk nearby. He told me to watch them, focus on the other people, what would they think if they knew what he was doing to me just feet away.

The thought was intoxicating. They probably had no clue what we were doing, of course, but the idea that the group of young, drunk people pouring out of the bar across the parking lot could watch me have an orgasm all over this stranger’s fingers, that idea made my knees shake a little bit. Though, that could have been the second finger he eased inside me, his thumb brushing my clit. I was making completely indecent noises then, I’m sure, and trying hard not to thrust my hips up at him.

I’ve always been a g-spot girl, and he was able to find mine quickly. His fingers slid over that spot, figuring out just the right speed and pressure, and just as I was letting loose with a stream of “right there oh my god that feels so good just like that please don’t stop”, a restaurant employee opened the back door not twenty feet in front of us- taking out the trash, like any normal night.

The man two knuckles deep in my pussy shushed me again, but kept his fingers moving. “Watch him,” he commanded, breath hot on my neck. “If he looks over here, make eye contact. Keep your eyes on that guy while you come all over my hand.”

I felt the shuddering take over my body and the orgasm was so big I felt like my insides were turning to jelly. I did my best to keep my eyes on the employee, my unknowing audience, but he didn’t turn around until he was almost back at the door and I was gasping for air.

My date had pulled his fingers out of my body and slid them into his mouth, murmuring about how good I tasted.

“Did you enjoy that?” He was smirking over at me.

“Very much so,” My voice was a little breathier than I intended, but I was still trying to catch my breath while the aftershocks rocketed through my pussy.

“I think you might be an exhibitionist.” He grinned, reaching down to grab my panties from the floor of the car. “And I’m happy to help you realize it. I’m going to keep these,” He spun them around on his finger, “And you can call me when you’re ready for more.”

A quick peck on the lips, and he stepped out of my car. We exchanged a brief wave as he walked back to his vehicle, and sped off into the night.

Eventually I got my body back under control and went home, and got myself off several times that night thinking about what I’d just done, and more- what if I’d gone down on him? What if someone had caught us?

I was hooked, and I’d barely even begun to scratch the surface.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/8auq96/beginning_of_a_fetish_mfpublic