I sighed as Mark walked out of the door. Sure, he banged me good, but I had plenty of that. I needed something much more risky, adventurous and fun. The only thing I could think of that would excite me was getting my freak on in public places.
A smile appeared on my face as I thought about how kinky that was. I had always been sexually adventurous but had never done it in public. All of the guys I had been with were too scared to have sex with me outdoors, so I had to settle for the bedroom or a car. The closest I got to public intimacy was sex in a pool.
I wanted to do it in the open, preferably with people in close proximity. Knowing that I could be caught in the act was exciting to me. To be completely honest, I actually wanted to be caught. The only bummer is that I couldn’t find somebody who would entertain that thought with me. As soon as I found out that a guy wasn’t into outdoor intimacy, I dumped him. That’s why my longest relationship was two weeks.
I assumed that the only place I would find someone adventurous would be at a naughty party. Like-minded people were bound to be there. I googled ‘naughty party’ and found a place that was hosting an event the following night.
“Yes!” I pulled down my clenched fist.
I had a good feeling about that party. Something about it made me believe that I would meet the one. No, not the one to spend the rest of my life with. I wasn’t crazy to go down that road. After all, I’m only twenty-four. I’ve got years of banging to do before I settle, and when I do, it’s going to be with someone who likes public sex.
The following night, I parked in front of the venue, then looked in the rear-view mirror. “I can just feel it. He’s here tonight. Oh, my God. Hope he likes me.”
I walked inside the venue and looked around. The lodge had lots of space, little furniture and a thatched ceiling. It was quite interesting for me to see that since I hadn’t before. People were mingling all over the venue and sipping champagne. I heard several people screaming and grunting from the bedrooms. They sounded like they were really having fun.
A topless guy with great abs walked up to me, winked and then gestured with his head that we head to the bedroom. “Why don’t we go outside? It’ll be more fun to do it out in the open,” I said.
“What?” He frowned. “Somebody’s gonna see us,” he added.
I wasn’t going to bother trying to convince him, so I carried on walking. I needed somebody keen and excited at the prospect of having public sex.
After walking around and talking to several guys to screen their desire for public sex, I was exhausted. Several of them were hot, but none of them wanted to do it in the open. I looked around the room again and saw that most of the guests were over forty and probably married, then realised the reason they came to the party was to have privacy while having sex.
I blew out a long breath as I walked down the corridor, ready to storm out of this hell-hole and never bother looking for an exciting guy.
A guy opened the door and stepped in front of me, bumping me slightly. “Oh, I’m sorry,” he said.
“It’s fine. Don’t worry about it,” I said firmly.
As I walked away from him, he said. “Hey. Are you okay?”
I stopped, turned around and then slumped my shoulders. “No, not really. I’m sick and tired of meeting guys who are such wimps. I need a real man.”
He stepped towards me and extended his hand. “Hi, I’m Bret.”
I smiled. “Martha. It’s nice to meet you.” I looked at him for a few seconds and saw that he was cute. “What are you doing here?”
“Just doing my thing.”
“Getting your freak on, huh?” I asked with a cheeky smile.
“Yeah. A man’s gotta do what a man’s gotta do.”
I looked at the door that he had just stepped out of and smiled. “I guess.”
“What are you looking for?” he asked.
“Someone who’s not afraid to show his lust for me in a public place.”
“You’re looking at him.”
My lips curled, and my eyebrow raised. “Really?”
“Damn straight. I’ll show you a good time, girl. You better believe that you’ve met your match.”
“Oh, my God. I can’t believe this. I was just saying to myself in the car that I’d meet someone special. By special, you know what I mean?”
“Of course. Somebody to bang your brains out right in the open.”
My smile broadened. “Exactly.” He smiled at me, and we looked at each other for a few seconds. “Should we try it outside?” I asked.
“I’d love to, but I just finished with this girl. She’s actually my second for the night, so my tank is running on low, if you know what I mean?”
“You’re saying that your balls are empty.”
“Right on. But hey, there’s always tomorrow night. We can get to know each other in the meantime.”
“I’d like that. Yeah, that sounds like a great idea.”
We walked over to the bar, and Bret handed me a champagne glass, then said, “Cheers.”
“Cheers.”
We sat on the couch and looked at each other. “Tell me about yourself,” he said.
“There’s not much to tell actually. I grew up without a father. I work as a tattoo artist, and I’ve got a kink for showing my body to as many people as possible.”
“Awesome. I like that.”
“You?”
“Banging chicks is my thing. That much I can tell you. Orgies, threesomes. You name, and I’ve done it.”
“Nice,” I said. “I’ve always wanted to try an orgy. Must be fun.”
“We should do it.”
“You think?”
“Absolutely.”
“Okay, but first, outdoor sex.”
“You’re on.”
Bret walked me to my car, groped me and then rubbed my pussy over my pants. As our lips parted, I looked at him with my droopy eyelids and felt my mouth dry and feeling hot under the collar.
I went home and couldn’t stop thinking about him. It seemed surreal that I was going to have public sex the following day. Finally, my dream was going to come true. I couldn’t believe that I had met the man I had been looking for so long. He was experienced, fun and open to doing whatever I wanted.
I barely slept that night because I kept picturing my pussy get wet as he banged me from behind outdoors.
In the morning, I took a shower, sprayed my favourite perfume and then waxed my legs. I wanted Bret to feel nothing but smooth skin and a wet pussy.
He called me to confirm dinner. If we were going to have sex in public, it was going to be during the day. So, we met during lunchtime at a coffee shop.
“Let’s get out of here,” I said after finishing my cup.
“Oh-kay.”
I sensed hesitation in his voice. “You’re not having second thoughts, are you?”
“No. I just haven’t had a girl ask me that quickly. It’s a surprise but a pleasant one.”
“Great. I know just the place.”
“Where?” he asked.
“It’s a dirt road next to a field. I’ve had my eye on it for some time,” I said, smiling cheekily.
“I bet you have, you naughty girl.”
I stood up and grabbed his wrist. “We can go in my car.”
During the drive, I wanted Bret to get me even hornier by telling me one of his sexual encounters. “Tell me about some girl you banged really hard.”
“There was this one time I met an Asian girl. Man, she was this petite thing that had a small ass and a tight pussy. I could barely get one finger in. She wanted my dick so badly inside her, but I wanted to tease her first by licking her pussy. Man, she was going crazy. I licked her so hard that her clitoris got wet. It was practically dripping.”
I frowned. Her clitoris. I can understand that he got her pussy wet, but her clitoris. He must be boasting. He kept talking about how he banged her hard, but I couldn’t stop thinking about his clitoris comment. It was so strange.
I pulled over to the side of the dirt road, then looked at him and smiled. His forehead glistened, looking like it was sweaty.
“You’re ready?”
His eyes were wide as he gulped, then nodded.
We stepped out of the car, and I saw that he was hesitant to come around the car. I thought his behaviour was so strange. It’s like he was a different person. I still couldn’t get his clitoris comment off my mind. Then, it hit me. Of course, now, everything makes sense.
“Bret, let me ask you something.”
“Go for it.”
“Are you a virgin?” He kept staring at me, eyes wide as sweat slithered down his face, then nodded. “Oh, my God. I can’t believe it. This can’t be happening to me.” I frowned. “What the hell? You said you were in an orgy and that you banged two girls the night we met. I even saw you coming out of a room. What was that about?”
“I went there to lose my virginity. I was in a room with a girl, but I got so nervous that I couldn’t go through with it. Sorry to disappoint you.”
I sighed. “But you seemed so convincing. Why did you lie?”
“Once you’ve pretended for years, the act gets really believable. I wanted you to like me and to think that I was alpha. For most of my life, I felt so insecure because I didn’t have sex.”
I pursed my lips and shook my head as I looked down. “I can’t believe this. Here I was thinking that my fantasy was gonna come true, but I’m with a virgin.”
“The last thing I wanna do is disappoint you,” he said. “You know what? The hell with it. If I’m gonna lose my virginity, I might as well do it in style. Let’s bang.”
I looked at him as my lips curled. “You serious?”
He walked around the car, put his hands on my waist and then pulled me towards him. I felt so helpless and loved it. Bret bent me over the car, pulled my skirt up and my panties down.
I dunked my head as I panted, feeling lust fuel my body. I had never felt so hot in my entire life. Sweat had formed on my forehead, and my pussy moistened.
I smiled as Bret stuck his dick inside me. “Congratulations. You’re no longer a virgin.”
He chuckled, then penetrated. His inexperience revealed itself in his motion, but I would’ve taken that sex over any other. I slid my hands on the bonnet and spread them apart as Bret increased the pace. I moaned several times and closed my eyes.
He smacked my ass, which I thought was kind of kinky. “Do it again,” I said.
He smacked it three times. “You like that, huh?”
“I do.”
“I’m so hard.”
“Give it to me, baby.”
He pulled his dick out and pulled my shoulders. I turned around, lay on the bonnet and then hooked my soles onto his shoulders. Bret stuck his dick in, squeezed my tits and penetrated. My eyelids lowered as I rocked and looked at him while smiling.
It felt amazing to have wind brush over my body while getting banged right in the open. He clenched his teeth and closed his eyes as he carried on. I felt so relaxed and free for the first time.
Bret stopped. “What’s the matter?” I asked.
“There’s a bus coming.”
“Doesn’t matter. Just keep going.” He kept looking at them. I heard the bus stop near us. I tilted my head on the bonnet and saw a bus filled with tourists taking photos of us. “Give it to me right now, please. I’m begging you.”
“What?” he asked.
“Just bang me hard. I want them to watch. Just do it.”
He grabbed my waist, closed his eyes and then carried on banging me. As we were convulsing, I glanced at the tourists and felt my climax. I shot out several screams as I came, and Bret kept going. I was surprised that he lasted that long.
His body tensed up, and I saw that he was going to cum, so I pulled out his dick, kneeled and opened my mouth. He groaned and grimaced as his load shot into my mouth and on my face. I wiped the cum off my face and licked my fingers, then stood up and waved at the tourists. They kept snapping pictures while I realised that finding someone like Bret was almost impossible and that he was one in a million.
It was for the best that I kept him around for the long haul.