My boyfriend, Dave, wasn’t pressuring me, but I knew he wanted to have sex outdoors.

He’d done it lots with a previous girlfriend and said it was always a fantastic experience. I didn’t doubt him. In fact, secretly I wanted to do it with him, but I was just too damn scared.

“What if we get caught?” I said to Jeanie, my best friend.

“That’s half the fun!” She grinned. She was pretty — and pretty adventurous.

“I don’t want to be arrested for public indecency or whatever,” I retorted, knocking back the glass of wine she’d poured me.

Jeanie laughed. “No! Just be smart and pick a good spot. It’s all about the possibility of being caught. It adds such a thrill!”

She sounded like Dave, and their arguments were starting to sound valid.

“Where have you done it outdoors?” I asked.

Dreamily, she checked off locales on her fingers. “A nature trail, the beach, a parking lot, the zoo…”

“You’re such an animal!”

“That last one was at night. A 100-to-one odds we’d get caught, but it got me super-excited anyway.”

I sighed, but the sound that fell from my lips was dreary not dreamy. “I could never have sex at the zoo.”

“That’s for the advanced class.” Jeanie drained her own glass of wine. “For a beginner like you, I’d recommend the park. Like the one two blocks from here. Lots of trees, not many streetlights around… ”

The idea sounded very exciting, but I shook my head. “I’m afraid I’d chicken out with Dave if we went.”

Jeanie eyed me. “What if you didn’t go with Dave? What if I took you?”

I actually gasped aloud. I started to shake my head again, but then the notion took hold of me. Years ago when we’d first met, Jeanie and I’d had a fun lezzie thing going for a while. But it was our friendship that had endured. Really, I felt more comfortable with her than anyone else, even Dave.

“We couldn’t,” I said unconvincingly and shivering with excitement.

Jeanie knew I was turned on; she remembered all the signs. She stood up, grinning as she handed me a dark sweatshirt. “I know you want this, Deb. Let’s go.”

Though I was still nervous, this seemed like the perfect solution to me. I felt really safe with Jeanie. 

I put on her sweatshirt, and we slipped out of her apartment into the night.

“She growled softly and jammed her fingers in and out of me, quicker and harder.”

I reminded myself this wasn’t really exhibitionism. The idea was not to be seen. Rather, we were supposed to enjoy the potential of disastrous consequences if we were caught. As we approached the dark area that was the park, I looked around at the houses and apartment buildings surrounding the space. All those windows. What if somebody was watching? Fear tickled my gut, sending a thrill straight to my cunt.

Confidently, Jeanie led me along, still grinning. I remembered all the sweet times we’d had, how her fingers had felt inside me, the savory taste of her pussy on my tongue. Excitement rose in me, matching the strength of my anxiety.

My heart was beating hard as we turned off the sidewalk and started up a trail that led into the trees. The branches closed over us, and the light from the streetlamps became a dim distant glow. I squinted to see where we were going. Jeanie took my hand, and her touch, as always, was comforting.

The park wasn’t fenced off, but it was closed from dusk to dawn according to a sign we passed. The rule was intended to keep out rambunctious kids, I guessed. But it meant Jeanie and I were now officially violating some municipal statute.

I looked back and could still see the street. Jeanie tugged my hand. “Come on,” she whispered. “There’s a good spot farther in.”

I wanted to hush her, suddenly afraid her voice would carry to some nosy neighbor’s window. Hell, for all I knew half a dozen concerned citizens had seen us slip into the park and had already called the cops. I hoped the dark clothing we were both wearing provided good enough camouflage.

We turned off the trail and skirted an empty playground. I winced at the sound of our footfalls, even as quiet as we were being. All my senses were heightened by the stress-inducing situation. This was supposed to be fun?

But through my nerves, I realized it actually was fun. It was the twisted joy of doing something you knew was naughty. I held Jeanie’s hand tighter but more from excitement than fear at this point. She was just a shadow among the foliage, but suddenly my pussy was aching for her.

I stopped and pulled her toward me. When I kissed her, she made a muffled sound of surprise. I delved my tongue into her mouth. She kissed me back for a moment, then chuckled softly and said, “We’re almost there, baby.”

By the time we reached her “spot,” I was desperate for her. Dave probably would have gotten bent out of shape if I’d fucked around with another guy, but he would be okay with me and Jeanie, I was sure.

The place she’d taken me to was a small clearing among the trees, where pine needles made a soft bed on the ground. Gentle moonlight fell from the sky. Jeanie turned to me, her eyes alight. I rushed into her arms, and we kissed again but deeper this time as our bodies began to grind.

I drew her even more tightly against me, mashing our tits together. She started tugging at my clothes. I froze for a moment, keenly aware that we were somewhere without walls, without privacy. But Jeanie’s touch was fantastically arousing. She got the sweatshirt off me, followed by my shirt. Then she was working the snap on my jeans.

As I stood naked, a breeze stirred the trees and I felt it on my vulnerable flesh. The fear came back, but it had to compete with my overwhelming arousal. And my arousal was winning the fight. Jeanie stripped as well, and I beheld her in the soft moonlight. I quivered at the sight of her bare feminine beauty.

We lunged at one another once more and embraced, cool skin on cool skin. I kissed her savagely, reaching around to squeeze the sweet halves of her succulent ass. She groped my tits, catching my achingly stiff nipples between her knuckles and applying just the right amount of pressure to urge a strangled cry from my throat.

When she reached between my legs and traced her fingertips along my slick pussy groove, I had to bury my face against her neck to keep from yelping. Pleasure raged through my body, which was awash in gooseflesh. She slipped a finger inside me. I took hold of her tits like the outcroppings on a cliff face, hanging on for my life as she proceeded to probe me deeper and deeper.

“I reached between my legs and teased my pussy, feeling a pulse of need within me.”

I ground down on her intruding digit. She added a second finger and started caressing my swollen clit with her thumb. As she worked, I nibbled hungrily on her lovely nipples. She growled softly and jammed her fingers in and out of me, quicker and harder.

When I came, I experienced a state of incredible euphoria. I was doing something private in a public place. I did feel naughty, but that naughtiness was intoxicating. Orgasmic energy burst through me, lighting up every cell in my body. Around us, the trees gently swayed and creaked. I was aware of the raw ground beneath my bare feet.

Jeanie stepped back, raising her hand to suck her juice-wet fingers. I grabbed her wrist and helped her lick her hand clean. But it wasn’t the taste of my own pussy that I was most interested in now. Shivering with need, I drew her down onto the pine-needle-strewn earth. On her back, she spread her creamy thighs. She glowed beneath the moonlight, her naked body as gorgeous and alluring as I remembered. I wondered if Dave might want to take Jeanie to bed with us some time, but that was a thought for later. At that moment, she was all mine.

I knelt between Jeanie’s spread legs. Her pussy gleamed invitingly. I ran my hands up her smooth thighs, gratified to see her squirm in anticipation. I lowered my head, inhaling her aroma. But I could also smell the earthy scents of growing things, of pine needles, of dirt. It gave the scene a strange primeval ambience, like this was truly sex in the wild, uncivilized and urgent.

I trailed my tongue along the scrumptious line of her cleft. The tang of her pussy awoke memories on my tongue. I licked her deeper, parting her lips and finding her lush interior. Her ass shifted on the pine needles, and I heard her sigh softly. Once more I worried about the sound carrying — but to my surprise, a mischievous part of me hoped someone would actually overhear us.

As I ate her pussy harder, smearing her juices over my lips and chin, that feeling escalated. I thought about hearing footsteps approaching. I imagined flashlights flickering through the tree trunks. What if cops suddenly closed in on us from all sides, catching us naked in the middle of this dirty scene? The idea of that — terrifying as it was — set off a new flurry of excitement in me.

Jeanie’s clit throbbed as I caressed it with my tongue tip. At the same time I reached between my own legs and teased my pussy, feeling a pulse of need within me. As I began to tongue-fuck Jeanie, I fingered myself.

The soft night breeze blew over our bare bodies. A leaf twirled down and landed on Jeanie’s heaving belly. Cicadas trilled in the treetops. I was still listening for footsteps and the jingle of a policeman’s belt. Maybe Jeanie was right — getting caught was only the slimmest possibility, but even that narrow chance turned this event into something insanely exciting and adventurous.

Jeanie’s hips were jerking. I had two fingers buried up to the knuckles inside myself. She humped hard against my mouth. Suddenly, we were both coming. Pleasure raked every part of me. Jeanie’s juices flooded my mouth. The night turned bright around us, and for a wild instant I thought the flashlights had indeed found us. But then my vision settled back, and we were bathed in soothing semi-darkness again.

We dressed hastily and went slinking back to her place. I realized with certainty that I never would have been able to try this for the first time with Dave. But now that Jeanie had introduced me to outdoor sex, I knew I would have to do it again and again.

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