Playing in Public
As early as my mid-teens, thoughts of performing sexual acts in public — with or without either audience or partner — became a common theme in many of my fantasies. Often I would bounce between that theme or group sex, sometimes combining the two into a mental scene of group debauchery in the woods, or in a library, or at the beach. Yes, I really am geek enough to fantasize about group sex in a library. As Jack and Jill can confirm, this fantasy is not unique to me.
My first delvings into playing in public were solo affairs. As an early teenager my family lived in a planned community still in the early stages of development; there were 32 miles of bike path but only the equivalent of 8 miles of associated neighborhoods. This left many a wide stretch of nothing but woods and roadway for company. More than once I would leave the bike path to find a mostly-hidden corner in a clearing where I could still see the road if positioned just right while remaining hidden from passers-by. I’d strip, bask in the open air a bit, and slowly work myself first to arousal and then to orgasm. My senses would be overly heightened, listening desperately for somebody approaching. It never happened, but in my fantasies discovery always led to heated exchanges never to be repeated.
This behavior carried forth into my relationships once my dating involved sexual contact. In middle school — eighth grade specifically — I dated a girl who very often during lunch — we were free to eat anywhere on campus — would have her hand down my pants as we ate behind the gym. With other friends around. I was never really on display, but I was comfortable with the idea if it had ever come to that. In high school my sophomore year my girlfriend and I regularly had hands down pants or up shirts while at the movies; more than once her tits were exposed as she swallowed my cock and my cum. Two years later, while with a new (better) girlfriend, we would often take long walks through the woods near her house that found their way to a very hidden clearing. What started as mutual fondlings while nude eventually led to proper sixty-nines in the clearing. It was during one of these sixty-nines that I experienced my very first orgasm caused entirely by another person; up to that point I’d always needed to “lend a hand”, as it were.
Fast forward a few years, to when I was living in Texas and had started dating a young woman there. We were both living at home still (a temporary return for me) and had to get creative sometimes in finding places to play around. We found neighborhoods still under construction where streets were laid by utilities were yet run and would drive to the very back to fondle, caress, lick, suck, and fuck each other silly. While trapped in traffic trying to leave an event at a local stadium we stroked each other to hard orgasms. At our most daring, while returning home from a long weekend road-trip we pulled off into a scenic overlook and walked 50 yards down the road to get behind a copse of trees alongside the interstate, where she promptly leaned forward against an embankment and dropped her pants while I dropped mine and took her hard from behind. As we finished, the trucker who we thought was asleep in the back of his cab honked his horn at us in appreciation. I like to think we gave him a good, albeit rushed, show.
More recently, Mrs. AP and I have dabbled a bit in public play. In the first house we were in together there was an unbuilt section of the community that had walking and biking trails laid but no houses. Cars couldn’t get back there but people could. During a midnight walk once we stopped alongside a low-slung wall with a fence atop it and, having planned for the event, I flipped up her skirt and dropped by pants as she bent over to grab the fence. We fucked hard and fast, out in the open under the moon and stars and trees, where anybody out for a late night walk could have stumbled upon us. It was extraordinarily hot.
Even more recently than that, we were out at The Castle earlier this year and I got well and truly drunk for the first time in my life. Not stable or sober enough to drive home we sat in the car talking for quite some time, which led to fingers and lips wandering in the car. We soon tired of the confines of seats and steering wheels and I got out to walk around the car and open Mrs. AP’s door, where she promptly turned in her seat and proceeded to give me one of the most incredible blowjobs I have ever had in my life. The parking lot we were in is situated on a very public street and immediately behind an apartment complex; anybody driving by or looking out a window could have watched the entire show as Mrs. AP bobbed her head up and down my cock until I grabbed her head and unloaded down her throat.
Every time I’ve played outside, alone or with a partner, there’s been the possibility of being discovered; of being watched. I know at least one time it’s happened. Every time, the idea of having an audience, or possibly exciting somebody else, has excited me. I grow more confident, more bold, and do my best to put on a good show while also enjoying myself. I react to the idea of an audience, even if I know one isn’t necessarily present.
I believe this is why the idea of being with Mrs. AP in Lover’s Lane at Eyz Wide Shut excites me so. As I detailed in my post about our first (and so far only) visit to EWS, Mrs. AP and I started playing in Lover’s Lane before we moved with our new friend to a private room. That wasn’t the best night to be there, we saw; the crowd was small and the pickings of people we found attractive were close to zero. What I’d like to do is return on a better, busier night where there’s a good chance of having a more attractive audience, and take Mrs. AP into Lover’s Lane where we put on one hell of a show. I’d love to make her scream, make her squirt, and generally drive her into a state of euphoria in a room full of people who may or may not be watching, and who themselves may or may not be fucking. I want to add to the sexual energy in the food, and feed on it, and turn it inward to use on Mrs. AP until we’re both well and fully satisfied. Even if we don’t find anybody else there who interests us, we’ll have each other, and I know we can put on one hell of a show.
Until that happens, it sure makes for a good fantasy.
Stay SINful, friends.