The following is a work of fiction. It is a fantasy of how I would like one lovely night in Hedonism to occur, assuming Mrs. AP and I could ever get there with the two boyfriends with whom we got along best. It contains graphic details of consensual congress between three bisexual men and one woman between in a public setting. If that suits your fancy, please come join the ride.
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.