My first outdoor fun experience - what a rush!!

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My story takes us back a little over 2 years ago, although the memories of that lustful, scintillating affair remain just as vibrant and visceral as the night they happened. I had just begun a new job working in a bar just a little outside of the city centre for a bit of extra cash, though i found the social aspect of the job rather exciting - men would often chat me up while i was working, which is to be expected whenever alcohol is involved. I never thought much of it, some of the other girls often took offence sometimes but I always found it to be a small ego-boost if nothing else; it’s nice to feel wanted and admired, right?

One Friday night I was asked to work an extra shift to cover one of the girls and, never being one to turn down work, I happily obliged. It was just before midnight, 5 minutes before the end of my shift, and I had left the bar area to do a routine clean down of some nearby tables, when I happened to spot out of the corner of my eye a table of 5 or 6 young, attractive guys in the corner booth checking me out and talking amongst themselves - clearly eyeing my long, sleek legs in my tight, black skirt and admiring what they saw - this gave me a definite rush! I pretended not to notice the stares and ogles and for the next 3 or 4 minutes I continued to clean down a recently vacated table, taking extra time to wipe down every inch and corner of the table so that i had to bend over slightly to reach - i knew what I was doing! And sure enough, within seconds, one of the young men - tall, bearded and extremely handsome in a sharp two-piece suit - had stood up from the booth, necked his drink and slowly approached the table i was cleaning, standing close behind me he whispered in my ear “what time do you get off… or can I get you off right now?”. I didn’t acknowledge him instantly, letting the words process in my mind before i gave my reply, but I could feel the electricity surging through me and something inside of me wanted to him to bend me over the table right there in the bar… but i regained my composure and slowly turned to meet his intense, smirking stare and replied “Is that a threat, or a promise?”, returning his cheeky smirk and he knew, right there and then, that I was his. I told him to meet me outside in 2 minutes so that I could clock out and grab my jacket, preparing myself for what was to come next…

We walked for 15 minutes or so, flirting and talking, exchanging furtive glances - the entire time ramping up the tension and anticipation until it was almost too much to handle. Suddenly, as we approached a derelict and half-lift park to the side of one of the main roads through the city, he grabbed me by the hand and beckoned that I should follow him into the park, the sordid intentions written all over his handsome, smirking face, and i simply couldn’t refuse. The thrill was electrifying as we dashed quickly across the dark grass towards the park headed for the nearest picnic bench, giggling and laughing with excitement as we checked for anybody passing by to notice our daring dash. What followed became a tantric blur, a whirlwind of chaotic passion as we tore through each other’s clothes and skin like two souls possessed for what felt like an eternity, losing all sense of time and surroundings as we lost ourselves to predilection.

I’m not sure how much time had passed, it could easily have been 30 minutes, before I regained any semblance of awareness to our surroundings again and, as I finally opened my eyes from a tantric state of pleasure, i instantly locked eyes with a group of young men stood not even 10 feet away from the bench that we had made our love nest, the very same group of men that my newfangled lover was with in the bar - evidently his group of friends - they had followed us from the bar and had just stood there smirking, enjoying the show. For a moment i froze, panicking that i let myself get into such a public predicament - never before had I cavorted like this in such a brash and brazen public setting, but then something else came over me just as quick - a sense of curious excitement, that electric thrill and I realised that the premise of being watched was... arousing me. Knowing that those young men were enjoying watching me writhe in pleasure sent jolts through my entire body and I dug my nails deep into my counterpart’s skin and fell once again into that tantric whirlwind…

Two years later and i’m still here daydreaming vividly about my public performance and how it made me feel. Since then, I have delved even deeper into this newfound affliction and have discovered a whole new side of myself. That night awoke something inside of me that I never knew existed...

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