Category: public sex

The Commuter Bus

Trudy awoke to the soft classical music on the alarm clock radio. As she lay there thinking about the last evening with Ginger and Scott, Trudy realized she was very horny today and needed a stiff cock in her aching pussy.

Trudy climbed out of her bed and went to the patio window to look at the morning sunshine in the wooded yard outside her apartment.

“It was going to be warm today, she thought.” as she went to take a shower.

Trudy stood under the stream of hot water in the shower. The spray felt good on her skin as the hot water cascaded down her back, past her tiny waist, and rolled off the rounded cheeks of her tight buttocks. She lathered her ample, firm breasts with the soap and picked up the large sponge on the shelf under the shower spray. Rubbing her firm, soft breasts with the sponge, her thoughts went to Scott again.

His cock was so large, as she rubbed it through his slacks last night; she remembered how she could feel the heat of his organ through the thin material. She brought the sponge across her tiny waist and flat tummy and down to the tuft of blond hair on her soft, aroused pussy.

Resting a foot on the edge of the ledge of the shower, she rubbed the sponge around her little mound and across the outer lips of her pussy. She thought about what it would be like with Scott’s’ hand rubbing her there. Her pussy was getting very hot as she fantasized about his big cock shooting his hot come into her. She turned off the water and grabbed a bath towel to dry her soft, tingling body.

She went into the bedroom to dress for work. Standing naked in front of the mirror, she put on her lipstick and carefully applied her mascara. Trudy finished combing her long, blond hair and went to the closet to get a skirt and blouse.

As she put on a yellow, nylon blouse she decided to not button the top because she liked the sexy way her breasts would shake the loose, thin material as she moved. Then she pulled on a ruffled, yellow mini-skirt with black polka dots past her narrow hips and fastened it around her tiny waist. Slipping into a pair of plain, black high heel shoes she crossed the bedroom to her dresser and took out a pair of pink, black trimmed panties. After pulling on the panties, she stepped in front of the mirror and looked at her reflection.

“Such a hot looking babe.” she thought as she examined the sexy, blonde girl in the mirror wearing the soft, yellow blouse, opened to reveal a hint of her soft cleavage peeking past the loose, nylon fabric.
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Wet T-Shirt Dare

We had been partying at a friends house and the topic of the wet T-shirt contest at one of the clubs came up. The guys though we should all go down there and that I should enter the contest. At first I didn’t want to do it, saying all those girls are professional contestants, this is how they make their money and I wouldn’t stand a chance up against them. Well all the guys wanted to go and watch, so we all went down there to watch.

Being a little older than most of the girls that entered these contest, I still hold my own pretty good after having one child. I am a real blonde, don’t ask me to prove it, because I keep her pretty much shaved. I am by no means a hard body, but I am still shapely, with what I am told is a killer ass and wear a thong bikini with no problem at all. I have “C” breasts that don’t quite stand up there on their own anymore, but not one guy has ever turned their eyes away when I flash them, which I have been known to do when I drink.

We continued to drink, the contest didn’t start until 11:30, I was doing shots of tequila so I was feeling confident and ready to party, the guys turned to begging, daring me and calling me chicken, not one to pass on a dare let alone be called chicken, and I had been drinking more than plenty, agreed to it, hell I loved showing off my body and they all knew it, especially my husband. When it was time for the contestants to go get ready. I was wearing a pair of jeans, a little cropped button up shirt and sandals. After cutting up the shirt they provided, there wasn’t much left of it, I knew the jeans had to go if I wanted any chance at the prize money, most of the other girls had on bikini bottoms, thongs and panties…. none of which I had, so I made a thong sorta bikini bottom thing out of the left over T-shirt material.
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Strip Night

My girlfriend Deanna and I had been partying for several hours. We were bar hopping on the strip, drinking and dancing to our wild hearts desires. Deanna was in a wraparound skirt with a thong bikini underneath and a button up half sweater with no bra. Both of us rubbed strange bodies and felt strange hands on every jam-packed dance floor. We could see in each others eyes that we were horny, dripping sweat and ready to do it.

After midnight we began to tire of the dance scene and were planning our next move. Since Deanna had been drinking and seemed open to new things I suggested a strip club just for fun. To my surprise she accepted my offer and off we went. She had never been in a strip club so I picked one of the more classy and expensive ones around so it would be a nice experience.

The doorman couldn’t take his eyes off Deanna’s long legs as we entered. She is 5’9″ tall with strong tan legs that go on forever. The 36c breasts bouncing under the sweater also grabbed his attention. The club was packed already and we grabbed one of the few couches left. We sipped on a bottle of Crown Royal we had carried all night and watched some of the on stage dancers. I rubbed Deanna’s body as we lay back and took in all the sights. She squirmed from my touch and began to softly moan as I would “accidentally” brush her nipples or let my hand drift close to her crotch. The alcohol was having an effect. She had watched several of the couch dances around us including one with 2 dancers rubbing each other. A few dancers asked if we were ready, but Deanna was still a little nervous and I turned them down. I finally told Deanna we should get at least one dance just so she could experience it and she agreed.

We watched several of the girls and picked out one we both liked. I explained to the girl that Deanna was a little nervous and we just wanted a sexy table dance right in front of our couch. I didn’t want to scare Deanna away our first time by having a strange girl dancing in her lap. The stripper slowly began twirling in her sheer dress and I wrapped my hands around Deanna and placed them on her belly, pulling her against me.

The dancer sexily slid the dress from her shoulders and down her body. As she did this I rubbed my hands lightly up and down Deanna’s arms and legs. I could see Deanna’s hardened nipples under her sweater as we watched the dancer bending and stretching and showing off for us. The bikini top came off and whispering I asked Deanna what she thought of the girl’s breasts. I let my hands slide under the bottom of the sweater and touch the bottom of Deanna’s breasts. She offered no resistance and after a minute suddenly turned around and gave me a wet full tongue kiss. She was turned on by the sexy show just as much as I was. (more…)

Jenny On The Bus

I’m a nice girl, and that’s why thirty-eight guys have cum in the palm of my left hand in sixteen weeks. Thought I could average one a day, but there just aren’t that many nice guys left who wear overcoats. Today was good though. Just got off the bus, and my hand is still sticky. Thought I shook all of his cum off my hand into the garbage can at the station, but I can still feel some of it on my fingers. I mean, he really came. Seven or eight spurts. Huge fucking balls. I know I didn’t get it all. Tried to keep it in my hand so it wouldn’t stain his pants, just in case he’s married, but I mean shit, I’ve never seen so much cum. He was cute, but they haven’t all been. Guy on Tuesday must have been somebody’s grandfather. Three weeks ago Friday the guy was so fat I could barely find his cock under the big flap of skin hanging down from his stomach inside his pants. When I found his cock he came quick. So did grandpa. There is absolutely no connection between being polite and being handsome. Some of the nicest guys are the ugliest.

Every day I get on the bus at the last stop before the freeway. Every day it’s packed. And every day I stand there, reaching for a handrail I can barely touch, while suits sit on both sides of me on the bus and ignore me. I’m not ugly. I get laid every weekend, sometimes both nights the same guy. But I almost never get a seat on the bus. So sixteen weeks ago, in the middle of December, I came up with this plan. If I guy gave me his seat I’d give him a handjob. Right there on the bus. I would reach up under his overcoat, unzip his fly, stick my hand in his pants, grab him by the cock, and stroke him until he came. Doesn’t take long. Less than a minute. Seems fast? How long would you last with a cute stranger with nice tits stroking your cock on the bus? How long would it take you to cum, bub? I can tell you, it would take under a minute. I have very soft hands and very big brown eyes. If I get to forty-five seconds and you’re not cumming yet, I look up and lick my lips while I stroke you — and then you close your eyes and cum right away. Guess you’re thinking about me putting my lips on your cock when I do that. Not that I’d ever do that on the bus. Even the priest came, and it took him less than thirty seconds, cause the bus only went three blocks. He even gave me a “God bless you” before he got off the bus. I thought about skipping him, but I’m agnostic and if there is a God I don’t think he minded much.

It’s a formula, really. Bus has to be wall to wall people. I squeeze to the back of the bus through the smell and the suits until I get to the four single seats by the right rear side door. I stand beside the guy in the second single seat — or the third single seat if there’s a woman or a boy in the second seat — I stumble once as the bus takes off, apologize to whoever I push, and stand back up. If my guy gets up right away, and if he’s wearing an overcoat, and if the guy standing in front of him is close enough that I can squeeze my hand up under the nice guy’s jacket and grab his cock without someone seeing what I’m up to, I do it. Lately, it’s been the best part of my day. Looking forward to it while I answer phones and take messages. Wondering if the guy I’m talking to will be on the bus.
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First Time In Public

It was the summer after I graduated from high school; I was eighteen at the time. I was dating the guy who was to eventually become my first husband. He was two years older than I. We both worked day jobs and saw each other most evenings.

We both worked about 5 minutes from a large county park. In nice weather, when our lunch hours coincided, we used to meet at the park for lunch. Both of us would brown bag it on those days that we planned to meet. In that park there were probably 20 or so groves each complete with picnic tables, stationary grills, swing sets, see saws, etc. On the hillsides that separated each picnic grove were, scattered here and there, picnic tables and a few stationary grills.

We would meet at the same grove each time that we went there, then walk up the hill to one of the picnic tables that were removed from a grove and other people. We usually picked a table that was near the top of the hill. We would and sit there, in our own private world, and eat and talk. We were in complete view of the road and of everyone else that was using that portion of the park, yet we were also alone together and could talk privately.

The first time that we had overt sexual contact there happened on a beautiful warm sunny day. We had finished eating our lunches and we were sitting talking. I was sitting on top of the picnic table and he was sitting sideways on the bench in front of me, straddling the bench. My feet were resting on the seat that he was sitting on. My back was toward the road at the bottom of the hill where most of the other people were. He moved over until he was sitting between my feet, with one of my legs on each side of him. Lifting his leg that was on the outer side of the bench he threw it up over the bench and turned to face me. He was now sitting on the bench between my legs, facing me, as I sat above him on the table top.

As we talked he slipped his hands up under my dress. I didn’t mind at all and I allowed him to go on without any protesting from me. I knew that no one could see what we were doing because my back was toward all the others that were there. I was facing the top of the hill with no other tables above ours. The top of the hill was covered with dense thick woods.

He rubbed my crotch thru my panties and it felt soooo good. I even spread my thighs open to give him better access. He had a talent for rubbing me in just the right places, thru my clothes. I was enjoying his touch and the feelings that he was creating in me.

He stopped rubbing my crotch thru my panties and slipped his hands around to the side of my hips then up to my waist. I felt his fingers grasp the elastic band at the waist of my panties and wondered what he was up to. He began pulling my panties down over my hips. I clasp my thighs back tight together in defense of his actions.

Being a little hesitant I ordered him, “Stop!”
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At The Movies

Joe will be here any minute. I’m really glad he enjoyed our first date as much as I did and asked me out again. It’s been a week and I haven’t been able to think about anything else but him. He’s so fucking hot!!! We have great chemistry and I could tell he was just as attracted to me as I was to him. I’ve really been looking forward to this.

He’ll be here at 7 and it’s 5:30 already. Grab a quick shower, shave, trim my pussy. Lotion, perfume, hair is done. What to wear? Warm enough now to avoid slacks and a sweater. Let’s see……oh yeah, this will be perfect. Cute halter sun dress. Picked this up last spring and haven’t had the occasion to wear it. No panties tonight dear, definite easy access. Thigh highs and my platforms. Perfect.

Almost 7. I’m in the kitchen, getting the wine glasses out of the cupboard when the doorbell rings. Early. That’s a good sign. I open the door and invite him in. He’s smiling, checking me out, tells me I look great. You don’ look so bad yourself in those tight jeans baby. Tell him to grab a seat, that I’ll be right back. Grab the glasses and the wine, we have time for a quick sip. I pour and sit across from him, making sure I show plenty of leg. Small talk and one glass of wine. Time to go.

More small talk on the way to the theater. No munchies for me, just a small drink. He takes my hand and we head into the theater. Once inside the door, it’s my plan to lead him to the back corner, bench seats and we can be alone. Apparently, he had the same idea, no need for me to lead, he’s guiding me there! We’re seated just as the lights go down.

The previews start and I place my hand on his thigh and give a squeeze. I hear him gasp and I smile at him. He places my arm around my shoulder and I lean in against him. I continue to stroke and periodically squeeze his thigh. He caresses my bare shoulder and I can feel my nipples stiffen. The volume is loud and we’re practically alone in our little corner. I move my hand from his thigh to his crotch. He’s already getting hard. I lightly caress the fabric of his jeans and I can hear his breathing getting heavier. His hand has moved to my breast, cupping and squeezing, kneading. Feels so good. I feel his hand move to the knot in the halter, working it free. The top of my dress falls loose, giving him access to my naked breast. His hand moves to my stiff nipple, lightly caressing it with his finger. I can feel my clit begin to throb.
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Innocent Girl Finds Sex in the Sauna

I always dreamed of travelling the sky’s and when I turned 20 I got accepted on a air hostess training program. It aimed at giving young applicants a three week experience before going through the whole recruitment process. I was so excited. Our first trip was to Sweden, for an overnight, and then back home to London. The airline wanted to keep our look professional so we were given a blue skirt and jacket with the little gold wings to wear for the trip. We were also allowed to bring with us a small overnight suitcase as we would be spending the night at a hotel in a little tourist town in North Sweden, and returning on a flight the next morning.

The day arrived. I put on my uniform and my mother dropped me off at the airport. I was nervous all dressed up on my first real job. I met the other 2 recruits at the designated meeting point in the airport. They were Tom (25 years old) and Jenny (18 years old). We were given a quick summary as to what our duties would be on the flight and then we were guided through security and onto the plane.

After take off I was responsible for walking behind the catering air hostess and smiling to the passengers as I offered them a drink. The flight was quickly over and we were taken by bus to a small hotel resort to spend the night. It was only 4pm when we arrived and we were free to spend the afternoon and evening as we wanted. The hotel was isolated in the ski hills so we had to entertain ourselves there. The hotel had a gym and sauna which Tom and Jenny had planned to use. I went to my room to change into something casual, but soon realised that I had not brought with me anything other than a long dress for the evening. I stayed in my uniform and went out to the hotel shop to buy something to wear. It had just closed. On my way back up to the room I passed Jenny who had already changed into black leggings and a halter top for the gym. I told her that I didn’t have anything to wear so wouldn’t be able to come to the gym.

She told me to meet her at the Sauna after she had done some gym. I decided to go try out the sauna as the Swedish sauna experience was famous. It was an outdoors sauna with a plunge pool next to it in the snow for cooling off. I arrived 30 minutes later at the Gym. Jenny was sweated out and ready to try the sauna. I went into the change room and asked the lady for two towels. She handed me over these tiny towels so I asked her if she didn’t have any bigger ones and was given a look, which required no words. I took off my skirt and blouse and left my underwear and bra on and placed the towel around me. Jenny took her gym clothes off and covered herself with the towel. Jenny was much shorter than I so the towel reached from her neckline to her knees, but on me it just covered my breasts and ended up at the bottom of my butt. We were about to leave the change room and Jenny told me my bra strap would burn me in the sauna. I unclipped it and took it off.

We entered the sauna and felt the hot air engulf us. I noticed that there were others in the sauna already. I was a bit taken back as there were two men and another women all sitting there totally nude. I didn’t realise it was a unisex sauna and I was shocked that they didn’t care to cover up and weren’t embarrassed. We sat on the upper bench opposite the 3 others. They stared at us as we held our towels tightly around us. Meanwhile, as I sat down my towel would either have to drop below my cleavage line or go up over my miniskirt line. Without much thinking I sat down and the towel rode up my thighs, exposing my pink satin panties. I pushed my legs together, not really considering why I was doing it.
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Remembering Mardi Gras

I was wearing ten strands of beads, and the night was just beginning. My date had left to find a restroom and I hadn’t seen him since. Then again, who needs a date at Mardi Gras?

My dress was tight and soaked from sweat and spilled drinks. I smelled like Rum & Coke. I had worn a tube dress because it yanks down so quickly and easily, and I was determined to win my share of beads. It was also short, in case I gathered the courage to try earning a few more strands of Mardi-Gras beads. But so far I hadn’t dared – that was like inviting rape. And every man in a three foot radius grabbed for your pussy the second you lifted your skirt.

“What will you do with your beads afterwards?” yelled a voice at my ear, straining to be heard above the music and noise of the crowd. I craned my neck to see him: the crowd was so tightly packed that it was nearly impossible to turn around.

“I thought I’d hang them on my grandmother’s grave,” I shouted over my shoulder. “She always did love Mardis Gras.”

He laughed. It was a rich, dark Cajun laugh. “You’re funny. I appreciate that.”

I felt him put his hands on my hips, which constitutes ‘dancing together’ in a crowd like this. I looked down. His hands were large and dark, with fingers that were thin and elegant but also strong. Heat rushed to between my legs. His head leaned forward against the back of mine. We danced. Several minutes later he spoke again.

“You remind me of my best friend in high school. I can’t figure why.”

“I hope your best friend was a girl.”

He laughed again. “Lor’, yes. I haven’t seen her since high school.” A minute later he added, “I think it’s your hair. She had long hair; she kept it just the way you do.”

“Were you two strictly friends?”

At first it seemed like he hadn’t heard me, though I knew he had. He took so long to reply.

“I always wanted more, but I never had the guts.”

I could feel him growing harder against my ass. The heat between my legs grew in like. I pressed slightly backwards, rubbing back and forth against him. His breath rushed past my ear. His hands migrated downwards until they came to rest at the hem of my dress. The heat between my legs grew again, and I could feel myself growing wet.
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Cindy Loosens Up

My wife and I met in high school. I was a football stud and a party animal. She was an honors student and painfully shy. I actually approached her because I felt sorry for her at some party that her friends had dragged her to. She just stood in a corner and looking down at the floor. I walked up and started a conversation. It did not take long to realize how beautiful and sweet she was. I gave up my hound dog ways and decided that I had found what I had been searching for all along.

Our relationship was very innocent at first. She was completely inexperienced so I was gentle and patient with her. She did not have a clue as to her beauty. The first time I saw her without her clothes it took my breath away. She is blonde and petite with a very tight body. Her breasts were the perfect fit for my hands. They are quite firm and so responsive that her nipples get hard from just a kiss on her lips. Her blue eyes are so deep that they seem to engulf me. Six years later I still cannot get enough of kissing her.

Like I said she was shy. She had only been kissed once before me. I, on the other hand, had spread my oats both far and wide. It took a month before I made it inside her bra, three months before she would touch my dick with her hand, and three weeks after that before I touched her perfect pussy.

We did not have sex until we were married.

Two years after our first date!

I had an unbelievable set of blue balls. I just have to say thank god for porn! On our wedding night we had the clumsiest sex of my life. I did not come and she bled all over our wedding bed. Not one for the memory book.

As time went on we got better. After several months of missionary I introduced a new position, she was hesitant at first but soon learned to enjoy being on top. Getting her to blow me was a chore. She never let me cum in her mouth.

Good thing I loved her so much. In every other way she was perfect. She was a wonderful cook and fastidiously clean. She loved the same movies I did. Laughed at my jokes. And loved me completely. I never even contemplated cheating on her. But I did buy more porn.

I became somewhat of a regular at the local adult video store. I even befriended one of the clerks. He was a large black guy name of Roscoe. He was far more articulate and educated then I would have expected for a guy working in that business. He was an easy guy to talk to and I often found myself laughing out loud at the stories he told of some of the odder patrons. He also titillated me with stories of some of the women that occasionally showed up.
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Red Cowboy Boots

Christy peered into her closet trying to decide on which outfit to wear for her usual Saturday night outing, and since being from Ft. Worth, Texas, her destination was sure to be one of the many cowboy bars that dotted the Metroplex landscape. She finally decided on a long country style dress that was low cut on top, yet loose enough to allow her freedom of movement on the dance floor. She lay the garment on her bed and sat down in front of her vanity mirror to brush her long blonde hair. There was no mistaking it, Christy had a stunning body! Long slim legs, flat tummy, a full yet tight ass, large red nippled breasts, and a pretty if not beautiful face.

As the brush pulled through her tresses, her boobs jiggled back and forth, causing her nipples to become erect. Christy had to admit she was a male magnet of the nth degree. Her pussy was already damp, and having a smooth shaved crotch seemed to only heighten her arousal. Christy was blessed with abnormally puffy vaginal lips, and lately it seemed that they were always bulging and wet with juice. “God,” she thought, “I hope I can get lucky tonight, it’s been almost a week.” After the fiftieth stroke of her brush, she got up and pulled her dress over her head and slipped it on. “No bra or panties tonight,” she said out loud, “no use having them in the way.” To top off her ensemble, she pulled on a pair of bright red cowboy boots, a red cowboy hat, and a red bandanna around her neck, and after one last look in the mirror, she was out the door and on her way.

The Jagged Horseshoe was packed as usual, with almost everyone dressed as a cowboy or cowgir, and even though most of them were city cowboys, they really tried to look and act the part of a real cowhand. The tell tale give away that most of them were city slickers was the amount of white wine that was consumed, not a whole lot of beer and shots in this place! Christy wandered over to the bar and ordered a margarita, while over in the far corner the mechanical bull was in the process of bucking off another “cowboy”. Christy was watching the bull riding when up behind her she felt two large hands on her hips and a hard cock pushing against her ass, and while her natural inclination was to pull away, in the crush of bodies around them, she was powerless to move in any direction, so she tensed her body, not sure of what would happen next.

She felt a hot breath on her shoulder, and then a soft male voice in her ear said, “I’ve been watching you from the moment you came in the bar, you don’t know how much you turn me on!” He continued on, “I’m as hard as blue steel, and I’ll do anything to stick it into your hot pussy, and I can see that you’re not wearing a bra, and I can feel that you’re not wearing any panties!” “I just want you to know that I’m no pervert, and I’m not bad looking either, so if you want me to leave just lean forward and I’ll be on my way, if not, and you’re as hot as I am, push back against me now.” Christy’s head was spinning, totally taken by surprise by this “rear” assault, but the only problem was that it also totally turned her on–big time, so she helplessly sagged back into her anonymous admirer, feeling more of his body press against her own.
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