Wanna hear one of my true public sex confessions?
Public sex has always appealed to me. I’m more of an exhibitionist than a voyeur, honestly.
I’ve had sex in varying degrees of “public” (a bathroom at a bar, a secluded spot at the park) quite a few times, but my favorite true public sex story to tell takes place on the roof of a certain infamous diner: the Waffle House.
I was working there as a waitress for the summer. My boyfriend at the time had gotten me the job. He’d worked there off and on for years and was popular with the management and the regulars.
We didn’t always work together, but when we did it was during the third shift. Different rules applied at the diner between those strange hours after the sun went down and before it came back up.
We’d sneak sips of our drinks (always something gross, like Jägermeister for example) behind the counter and smoke cigarettes in the back room. It’d been illegal in Ohio to do that for years already, but nobody gave a fuck there.
One night when business was especially slow he cornered me in the back room. He started kissing my neck and my ears, exhaling hot breaths in between long, hard kisses.
Those hot, breathy exhales really turn me on — and he knew that.
He pressed up against me roughly, pulling me closer with his left hand around my waist as he slyly guided my fingers downwards with his left. I squeezed his growing bulge and started grinding my hips into him.
We both wanted it. And we both wanted it right then, right there.
Can’t wait to hear part two? Want to hear my other public sex stories? Or maybe you’d rather role play an XXX fantasy of our own?
You know what to do: call me.
I’m right here, waiting for your call!
