This is a story about Val, and a night marked by my most public hook-up to date. I met Val the way I met most women I sleep with – Tinder. On the night in question, we didn’t have sex, but that’s a trivial concern given what we did do.In public.In full view of various drunk college students.This story isn’t my proudest moment, but good lord is it hot. I met Val at a local hot pot place in Cambridge. From her photos online, I knew Val was attractive, but seeing her in person was something else. She was gorgeous. Slim, fit, with short curly black hair, (I’m a sucker for short hair) small, firm, breasts and soft brown skin.When I first met her she was wearing a black sweater – one of those that is massive but still manages to cover almost nothing. Her shoulders and midriff were bare, but the baggy top still managed to swallow her hands whole. Under her sweater was a simple black bra and, rounding out her outfit was a pair of blue jeans that hugged her body in all the right ways. Val attended one of the million colleges in and around Boston, studying Art History, so we spent most of dinner talking about how Manet was the original troll.Things took a turn for the saucy when she referenced “Olympia” a painting depicting a famous hooker. (It’s actually quite feminist for a painting from 1863, but I digress) We were both getting flirty and increasingly bold. I was getting very turned on and I allowed my eyes, and hands, to wander a little. After dinner, we decided to go for a walk so we started strolling around enjoying the crisp fall evening and wander around campus for a while. Now, a bit of context here; at this point in my life, I was still living with my parents, so I didn’t exactly have a good place to find some privacy. Val didn’t have any good alternatives either, so we were both incredibly horny and painfully aware that we didn’t have many good options.That’s why, as we were walking around a dark and (fairly) deserted college campus we slowly getting more frisky. At first, it was slow, quick kisses, tentative and searching, quietly stolen in the dark, but before long we both got more daring and more aggressive. When I reached up under her sweater and squeezed her tight breasts, Val greeted me with a breathy “Finally” and a soft moan. Val loved to have her nipples toyed with; they were incredibly sensitive and each tweak elicited soft gasps. With no real options for privacy, we snuck into a little alcove just off of the quad in front of the library. The entryway was downhill and surrounded by walls on three sides. Adding the cover of darkness, and we assumed we were safe from prying eyes, but if I’m honest, we were pretty exposed.However I wasn’t super concerned about getting caught, and I guess Val wasn’t either.Before long I had unbuttoned her jeans and my hand was teasing her slick folds. As I teased and toyed with her, I could hear drunk college kids meandering by – not seeing us, for the most part – but it did highlight the risk we were taking. In any case, I positioned myself to block Val’s face from anyone who might look our way. For a while, I thought we’d get away with it. People kept strolling by, but the dark corner must’ve been enough to keep us hidden. Val had already come once from the twin stimulation on her clit and nipples and she was well on her way to a second when I heard a loud guffaw from behind me, a couple of gasps of recognition, and a slightly slurred male voice shouting “Get some! ” My heart leaped into my throat, my stomach dropped and my cock got ten times harder. Val buried her face deeper into the crook of my neck, but she didn’t stop, in fact she ground her body against my fingers even harder. So I kept going.She came two more times on my fingers before she had to tap out. She offered to suck me off before heading home for the night, but as horny as I was, she seemed to be offering more out of a sense of obligation than anything carnal. On top of everything else that bit too much for me. So we parted for the night. I never did get to see Val again after that, but I still go back to that night every now and then and replay what happened in my mind
