After a party at our friend’s house, Tim and I could not wait to get home.

We were hot from dancing, and turned-on, and as we wandered toward our car, we ended up near a small park. Tim playfully put his arms around my waist and said, “We haven’t done it outdoors in a while.”

“What if someone comes by?” I asked, envisioning him fucking me right up against the hood of our car.

“At three in the morning?”

“We’re out at three in the morning.”

“We’ll say we’re looking for our car,” Tim said, surprising me. He moved me away from the street and pulled me toward the entrance of the park.

“In the park?” I asked, tripping along beside him in my heels.

“We’ll say we got lost.”

He stopped and pulled me to him again, and I could feel how hard his cock had gotten. The idea of fucking outside was definitely turning him on. That’s when I noticed the fence. It was chain link, interwoven with green vinyl strips — except for one spot. A choice, crotch-high spot. Tim noticed me looking, and, thanks to a nearby streetlight, I could see a look on his face that let me know the same thought had occurred to him.“

Get on the other side,” he said. I hurried around. Tim’s cock was already poking through the hole by the time I got on my knees.

I knelt and touched his shaft with the palm of my hand. He groaned. I didn’t care that I was on my knees in the dirt. I didn’t care that my nylons were going to be ruined or that my fancy high heels might get dirty. All I cared about was the fact that I was about to suck Tim’s dick through a hole in the fence.

First, Tim butted his cockhead against my lips. I loved the way that felt. He was letting me know how ready he was. I teased him, not parting my lips immediately, but letting him ram against me. The warm scent of his skin turned me on even more. Only after a few seconds had passed did I open my mouth.

Tim began groaning from the first thrust. He drove his cock inside my warm, wet mouth and hummed with pleasure. “Oh, that’s so good.”

I sucked him as far as I could down my throat. Then I backed up and took control, letting my tongue trace around the head of his cock before pulling only the head into my mouth and sucking it like I would a round lollipop. Tim could not control himself. “Oh, God,” he moaned. “That’s so fucking sweet.”

The night air whistled around us, but I didn’t feel chilled at all. I pretended I was a slutty girl truly working on the dark side of a glory hole. I imagined I didn’t know who the man was on the other side of the fence, what he looked like, what his name was. He was simply a cock — or maybe even a number. Maybe Tim was the sixth guy I’d sucked that night. Maybe there was a line of men behind him. That idea excited me more than I would have thought. I reached one hand between my legs and played with my pussy while I sucked off Tim.

“You really know how to work a cock, girl,” he whispered hoarsely.

I honestly think this may have been my best blowjob of all time. I sucked Tim’s cock like a hungry little sex fiend, and played with myself the whole time, one hand tweaking and teasing my clit. I thrust two fingers deep into my hole as I sucked his dick like a dirty girl should. I wanted to time my own orgasm to Tim’s, and I could tell he was getting closer.

When he moaned again and called me his filthy whore, I flicked my tongue around the head of his erection, and he swore he would fuck me until I creamed as soon as we got home. I liked the way that sounded, and decided to bring him to the end of this ride. I took a big breath and then turned my mouth into a magic vacuum, sucking powerfully until he shot his load down my throat. I came on my fingers at the same time, but I didn’t forget my place. I swallowed every drop of his cream like a pro.

Tim fell back from the fence and worked to catch his breath. I could hear him panting. “God, that was so fucking good,” he said.

I stood and brushed the dirt and pebbles from my knees. I couldn’t remember ever being so turned-on from going down on someone. There was something fiercely exciting about getting down and dirty outside when all “normal” people were safe in their bedrooms, tucked in tight, dreaming dreams like the one we’d just made come true.

“Let’s go home, Alex,” Tim said, and I walked around the fence to his side.

As we drove home, we talked the whole time about where and when we might explore the great outdoors again. — A.A., Texas

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