Have you had sex in a public place? If so where? Same public area others have? The park or in a parked car?
I remember my public indecency like it was yesterday, only I was 15 years younger. I was with my first, the one who deflowered me and had his way with me when he wanted; my all, my “first love.” Yea, young teenage “love,” HA. I was too young to be calling what I had love, but at the time I was so naive that I actually thought he was the one… forever. So cliché but let’s go with it.
It was a beautiful spring morning when I beeped him: 3838 07734. Yes, I BEEPED him in code…Hello Bebe. He called me back at my home phone; we talked about the days happenings and how he missed me. Mind you, we saw each other every other day, but that day I knew what he meant and I was feeling the same. I was feenin’ for him but didn’t know how to tell him, let alone the thought of where would we do it. My mom was home and his parents were home. So what now? How can I work up the nerves to tell him? Where do we go? For an inexperienced girl, I wanted him and I needed him now!
I finally blurted it out. “I want you; I need you; let’s have sex!” .. And right away like any guy would do, he came up with places we can go. We didn’t drive at the time and I didn’t want to go to a friend’s house.. I mean, for what? So they can creep around and watch us? Ha; that already happened our first time… but that’s another story. I was feeling myself right now so I said “Meet me on Laurel Hill, by the stairs.” We were a few minutes away from each other and met up within 10 min.
The minute he sees me, he passionately kisses me. I stop him to take a breath and saw the lust in his eyes. We impatiently run down the stairs by the avenue and walk towards a nook under the bridge. Once we got there, we couldn’t control ourselves. I had on a skirt for easy access. As we kissed he pushed my panties to the side and grabbed what was his; my pussy. No; HIS pussy. All his. He started to rub my clit, and the sensation was something I’d never felt this before. The times we had sex, I was wet, yes, but not like this. I was out of control. Felt a little cold at first, then warmth all over my body; a tingling sensation. He massaged my clit, getting me to cum, then he stopped. Damn, I was almost there. He saw my disappointment and just smiled. Mother effer smiled! He possessed my mouth, his tongue assaulting me (Yum), all while his manhood found my wet throbbing pussy. Oh my. Rammed his self into me, with no mercy and I loved it. I couldn’t stop moaning; as he kept penetrating I was beginning toshake. He whispered something but I was incoherent, I was cumming! First time ever; never felt this way… wow, I was weak!
When I finally opened my eyes he was just staring at me, with the biggest conquering smile. He came too (that is what he was jabbering about). He wanted us to come together and we did. Not many teenage boys, let alone men, know or want to do that. My first everything; my first asshole was very considerate that one day under the bridge. We fixed ourselves and walked back hand in hand to the avenue. Needless to say I was hurting the next day, I mean, we were fucking in an uncomfortable position on a rock but we were so in need that it didn’t even matter. Nothing matters when you want it. Doesn’t matter the day, time, or place. Just fuck me.. please.
Now, every time I drive by, I look over to that nook, that one rock, and just reminisce about my first tingling sensation, my secret public place.