This is one of my TRUE public sex confessions.
I guess my half-drunk brain didn’t quite register the sex I was about to be having was going to be public sex. He took my hand, leading me through the rows of opened hash brown cartons and through the back door.
“Come on,” he whisper-shouted as he began to climb up the rusty, rickety ladder leading to the top of our small brick building. I giggled and followed suit, my excitement growing with each clumsy hoist up to the next rung. He took my hand and pulled me up and we both half-laugh, half-panted with eager anticipation.
My boyfriend wasn’t a big muscular guy. That’s not really my type — and never has been. He was thin and wiry, the kind of person you’d want to have around if you needed to crawl underneath something to get somewhere you weren’t supposed to be. Trespassing. Illegal stuff.
That’s another reason we got along so well! Plus there was the fact that we were both total, shameless exhibitionists. He was a Leo, so what do you expect??
Public sex is definitely illegal since it’s “public indecency” or whatever. The roof wasn’t out in the OPEN open . . . but the sound carried as soon as my boyfriend slid himself inside my dripping pussy. He knew I loved it when he put his hand over me to muffle my moans.
I don’t know if he came — he might’ve been too drunk — but I definitely did. And I don’t know if anyone heard it (I never talked about it outright afterward) but there were some smug, knowing grins awaiting me when I went back inside.
Want to hear my other public sex stories? Or maybe you’d rather role play an XXX fantasy of our own?
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