Something snapped in me when my employers sent me to a spring workshop on a college campus back East. The company was grooming me for higher marketing echelons, but all I could think about was what I had missed sexually in college. I was ready for a big change, and that spring my risk-prone sexual edge really blossomed.

I guess I began to flirt with public sex the day I arrived on campus. At first it was almost accidental. I was sitting on a bench on the main green, where everybody hung out, in my de rigueur pin-stripe straight skirt but, for the first time in years, with no bra under my little white silk blouse. With a little practice, I noticed that I could position my body in such a way that anybody walking by could get a clear view of my loose bosom. I stole surreptitious glances at the guys as they passed by, watching with growing enthusiasm as they did double takes upon viewing my ample cleavage. My gratitude to the women’s movement aside, it always feels good to excite a man. In fact, the best way I know of to get aroused is by arousing.

Every glance from a male passerby sent shivers up my spine. Every time a guy slowed down to check me out, a barrage of sexual images flooded my head: images of some stud silently taking me by the hand, leading me around in back of a large statue and giving it io me good and hard. The fact that we’d be doing it in a place where the risk of getting caught was very real only increased the quality of tl1e fantasy. ln fact, that’s what the real turn-on was. The risk of getting caught!

Naturally, I wondered if my predilection for showing a little tit in public could lead to a full-blown case of exhibitionism. I could see that the fantasy of sex in a semi public place was at the core of my behavior, and that image thrilled me enough to transform it from a fantasy into a basic ingredient of my sexual makeup. Getting caught up in the heat of animal passion and going for it with mind-blowing gusto while, not more than a few feet away, busy people go about their business, unaware of the pleasure you’re experiencing but close enough to find out if they stumbled upon you gives the situation an edge that thrills me beyond compare. It wasn’t too long before I found out just how much of a thrilling edge public sex adds to pleasure.

It was Friday night, and we had a party at a local restaurant. I had shed my usual business garb for tighter cruise wear and thoroughly enjoyed the attention I received from the crowd. I watched as eyes lingered on the curve of my bosom; I hoped that it was filling heads with images of carnal pleasure. Meanwhile, my own sexual imagination was working overtime. The explicit images in my head and the tingle between my legs told me I’d better get it on soon — someplace nearby. Tonight I wanted to be really daring, brazen and wild.

had had my eye on one of our younger participants for some time, so I chose him as a possible willing victim. Bradford was the brainy, intellectual type, but what a body! Strong, handsome, a man who had filled my fantasies for a week straight. Quieting my pounding heart with a deep breath, I sidled up to him and started up a conversation. Before long I was crazy to reach into his pants, and he knew it. Taking his hand in mine, I led him through the party and out the back door of the poolroom. He looked surprised for about four seconds, then took my head in both hands and kissed me hard. Backing me up against the wall, he was all over me, and I flushed with excitement, thinking that this was exactly what I had missed as a coed.

So, not ten feet from that back door, the sounds of laughter and gaiety ringing in our ears, Bradford and I made sloppy love. Within half a minute, I had him leaning back against the wall and his growing cock stuffed in my mouth. At first he seemed pretty anxious, but passion ruled, and before long he was boldly enjoying his pleasure.

To tell the truth, I was quite nervous. I really wasn’t all that experienced sexually; and I knew that this was a totally crazy thing to be doing. But I took the bull by the horns, sucking him hard and fast, racing against the inevitable, which was someone coming out the door and seeing us.

Not only was this my first experience with public sex, it was also the night I learned how to suck cock. Clamping my hands around his hard shaft, I sucked long and deep. Guys had badgered me for this for years — God knows why I had resisted so long. The feel of this cock in my mouth and hands sent my own passion soaring. On I went, flicking my tongue across the bulging tip of Bradford’s cock, massaging his balls and pumping the base of his shaft with my hand. I worked fast and furiously, coaxing up the come, losing all my inhibitions and just going crazy. I licked and sucked and rubbed his cock all over my face while, just out of reach, the party raged. The thought of someone coming out that back door and seeing us made me work all the harder.

It wasn’t long before my new friend started to come, and at that very moment, we heard a couple of women who were standing right in the doorway talking about going home! Bradford was at the point of no return, so there was no stopping. He held my head in his hands and fucked my mouth furiously, driving his hard cock between my lips with strong, forceful thrusts. Just as the women stepped out the door, he came, drenching my mouth with his seed.

All the women had to do was turn toward us and they’d have seen me with my mouth wide open and stuffed full of hard cock, one hand wrapped around the base of my friend’s shaft and the other squeezing and massaging his hairy balls. But they didn’t look, and Bradford, unable to control himself, pumped his shaft into my mouth a couple of more times and blasted another load deep into my throat. Then he quickly pulled out, stuffed his still-hard cock back in his pants and hugged me, his breathing heavy with exertion.

I glanced up just as the women turned to look at us — friends I knew from class. They said goodnight to us and moved on. With a mouth full of come, all I could do was smile and wave. They hadn’t seen a thing. Or had they?

That episode proved to be a turning point in my sexual growth, adding an item to a growing menu of sexual choices.

Now that was a few years ago, but since then I’ve gotten married and learned that sexual desire doesn’t have to end at the altar. Fortunately I found a husband who is as experimental and daring as I could ever have hoped. Perhaps even more so, because when it comes to public sex, John can really get carried away, putting us in situations where the risk of getting caught is extremely high. He has finger-fucked me in restaurants, pleasured me orally on airplanes and enjoyed my blowjobs in movie theaters. We’ve never been caught, but we’ve come close. I’ve literally wiped the come from my lips as the elevator door opened. I’ve hiked my panties back up moments before a museum guard passed by.

Sometimes the timing has been incredibly close. Just last weekend, our sense of adventure almost landed us in hot water. It was at a picnic for the employees of the company John works for — not the people you want catching you in the act. The picnic was at a small park and recreation area, and John’s co workers had managed to take over the entire park. It was an adults-only affair, with lots of volleyball, swimming and bikinis.

Fortunately, at thirty-four I still look pretty damn good in a bikini. My legs are long and slender, my tummy flat and my breasts round and fleshy. I kept my eye on John and noticed that he was keeping his eye on me as well. He enjoyed the fact that his wife was so sexy, so able to hold her own around much younger women. I spent the whole day glancing at him seductively, positioning myself at the pool so he could catch a glimpse of my cleavage or the curve of my ass. It was a day of sexual innuendo, both spoken and non-verbal. Before sundown and barbecued hamburgers, we were ready for each other.

I was standing around the barbecue, laughing with some of John’s coworkers. I was wearing a loose-fitting T-shirt and bikini bottoms. Suddenly those old torrid images started to fill my head. Images of getting it on right then and there. Of being taken roughly in hand and ravaged someplace within earshot of the picnic.

I was startled out of my reverie when I felt a real hand grip my upper arm. When I turned, it was John, pulling me away from the crowd. I knew what was up — and delighted. Without a word, John guided me around to the back of the locker rooms, leaned me up against the wall, lifted my shirt up and mauled my fleshy tits. Having my man dig into me with such animal passion sent my desire for him soaring.

His face was really buried in my tits, and he grasped them in his hands and sucked my nipples deep into his mouth. I ran my fingers through his hair and clutched at his back while he sucked, pulling first one nipple, then the other deep into his mouth, twirling his tongue around and around and sinking his face deep into my flesh. And all the while, my head spinning, my pussy warming with an aching desire, I kept an eye out for intruders. Around the comer of the building, I could hear the picnic going full-tilt. I could just imagine one of John’s supervisors coming around the corner and seeing him with a face full of tit.

Because of the risk, public sex isn’t the kind of thing you can take your time about. Getting to the point is essential. And when John’s lips nuzzled my neck and pressed his hard cock against my thigh, getting to the point was exactly what I needed. I wanted him to fuck me so bad that I was willing to pull down my bottoms and take him right there.

Fortunately, John is able to keep half his mind working while in the throes of sexual excitation. Taking me by the hand, he led me into the nearest hideout — the women’s bathroom. No one was inside, so we took one of the stalls and locked ourselves in. Without hesitation, I peeled down the bottom of my bikini, unleashed John’s raging cock, took it in my hands and slipped it between the folds of my steaming pussy. John took me right there in the stall, standing up, my bare ass smushing against the cold metal surface of the stall partition with each thrust.

And thrust he did. John took me hard and fast, fucking me with powerful strokes, his hard cock digging deep into my pussy, his hands grasping roughly at my breasts, his teeth biting into my neck. I gritted my teeth to restrain my moans and cries, knowing that if I started, I wouldn’t be able to stop and that the nearby picnickers would be able to hear.

I could feel the heat between my legs intensify, and then suddenly we heard someone entering the bathroom. John abruptly stopped, and we looked at each other with wide eyes. This was almost too close for comfort. We stood motionless for a moment while we heard someone begin to comb her hair — probably she’d just gotten out of the pool.

John shot me a devilish little grin. I’m a screamer, and he knows it. Ln fact, keeping my mouth shut when I’m making love is nearly impossible for me. Well, John was playing with fire when he gave me one single hard thrust of his cock, driving it deep into my cunt. I had to bite my lips to keep from moaning, and this only served to spur him on. Again he thrust into me, deeply and powerfully. I tilted my head back and clawed at him, hoping he’d stop, wanting to cry out but afraid of our intruder hearing.

John got off on my tom1ent. Again and again he thrust — single strokes, each one hard and deep. The pleasure was intense; so was the excitement of knowing that we were probably being listened to. On about the tenth thrust, the pleasure was too much and I came, burying my face in John’s neck and holding on tight while I tried to control the bucking and kicking. It was a glorious orgasm, totally mind-blowing, a moment in time when everything just seemed to dissolve. After I came down from those head-spinning heights, we stood motionless. The ladies’ room was completely silent. Then we heard our audience of one depart.

Now John let loose, fucking me fast and wildly until he suddenly pulled his cock out and jerked himself off while I massaged his balls until he blasted a load of come all over my belly and thighs. Then he slipped his cock back into his shorts, I pulled on my panties and gave him a little kiss, and we returned to the party.

We decided to reenter the picnic separately, so that no one would suspect, but for the rest of the evening, I kept getting some serious looks from the boss’ wife. It became apparent to me that she had been our audience. Of course, she couldn’t prove it was us, so I wasn’t at all afraid of any consequences.

Private passions in public places? For John and me it’s added that extra exciting zip all married couples are looking for. Not that we make love in public all the time, but when the mood strikes and the opportunity is right, we’ll throw caution to the wind and plunge right in. Consider that the next time you and your partner are in a restaurant, or alone in an elevator, or, well, use your imagination.