The Great Outdoors (aka Public Sex)

Back in the day, I was friends with an amazingly talented guitarist named Gary. We wrote songs together; he did the music, I did the lyrics. We had some crazy times together; drinking, d**gs, etc. He introduced me to a girl, Annie. She was demure, quite intelligent and funny, had this Scandinavian look about her...slim, blonde, wore her hair in those 'Princess Laia' buns. But in a short time, I was to find out she wasn't as shy and demure as I thought she was....

The first time we had sex was amazing. We were chatting, sharing thoughts and dreams, and then it turned into kissing and groping. We were at her apartment, and when we walked into her bedroom I was stunned. She had mirrors on her walls and ceiling! I was young and had never been exposed to something like this. All I can say is, it was mind-blowing...I watched her POV and in the mirror, as she sucked me like no one has ever done. And when we made love, it was incredible to watch our bodies writhing and grinding, bouncing up and down. I felt like I was in a porno, because I could see everything we were doing. But that wasn't everything...she was a true exhibitionist.

Shortly after our first liaison, we went swimming in the local pool. She wrapped herself around me and began giving me deep kisses. I grew hard and she stroked my dick until I was nearly crazy. Then she pulled her bikini panties aside and slipped me into her. We were gently fucking in a pool, surrounded by a dozen people, including the female lifeguard. It was incredible! Why no one caught us or flipped out is a mystery to me. Our orgasm was simultaneous and mind-numbing.

Not long after that, we were hanging out on her deck, having coffee and shooting the breeze. She had a hammock out there and we snuggled up on it. Once again, kisses led to groping and then she pulled my dick out and stroked me. In no time at all I was rock hard and she stripped off her shorts and lowered herself on me. Holy shit! We were screwing like a****ls out in the open, grunting and moaning like there was no tomorrow. People walked by, most oblivious to what was happening. But I remember one girl walking by and she clearly saw what was going on. She gave me a sly grin and giggled as she walked on past. That did it...I exploded like never before, and nearly blew Annie off of me. She was grinning like a Cheshire cat, she was so nasty and beautiful.

Why didn't it last? I will spare you the sorry details. I just want to remember the most kinkiest, mindless sex I ever had.

Published by grog7x7

9 years ago

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halinaplays 9 years ago

I loved it. I could picture her. I love the idea of fucking in a pool surrounded by people. I've never even had sex underwater. It is on my to-do list. Heaven for me would be sex in the ocean during a storm. I wanted more detail about what you saw in the mirrors. Something erotic that is buried deep in your memory. I want you to find those visuals. Whether it was sex dripping down her back or the way her eyes teared up while she sucked your cock. Those mirrors gave you a view of everything. I would encourage more description of POV. One of my favorite things about writing a sex story is describing the physical movements of two bodies. For example, the way a really tall man must fuck a girl with his neck pressed against her mouth. How a man must pull a woman's hips up towards him, leaving her ass in the air as he slides into her. The more you write think about the anatomical challenges involved with a good fucking. I love describing how a man with broad shoulders forces my legs almost too far apart when he gives me head. Another thing I relish is describing what that orgasm feels like. I remember one erotic passage in a book I once read where a woman always came and had a visual of birds flying off an electric line. It was symbolic of her body taking flight. A man can describe the build up as he fights to cum at the precise time as his partner. It does become a union. You don't care who is watching. All that matters is that release you need more than air. So yes, annie was your cheshire cat. Revisit her over and over. You have suffered a loss. It is important to remember times when you felt nothing but pleasure. It does feel good to describe a sexual encounter as you remember it. I assure you taking the leap where you are fucking annie in a situation you would never do in real life is freedom. As a matter of fact, I think you should work on that cheshire cat's fictional demand to bring another woman into your den of mirrors. I am glad I shared that sample. You recognize you are an easier read. You do not overextend your vocabulary. However, do not fear to indulge in the graphic memories you have of details like the way she tasted and what she wanted to do to you.