Melanie Learns to Love Public Sex

Hi. I'm Melanie and I discovered sex a little later than most of my friends, but I caught up with them in my graduating year and passed them in the kinky-lane doing about 200 miles an hour.

I am a chestnut-haired, medium-build girl with fiery brown eyes and the most perfect medium-sized tits you could imagine. My ass is one of those that men can't stop looking at, and get slapped by their girlfriends for staring because it is so mesmerizing in its side to side motion as I walk. And I know how to walk.

I should mention that I have an above average sex drive. Far above. Once this motor gets running I can get pretty out of control. At times like that, an orgasm must be had at almost any cost or risk. I'd gotten pretty good at fingering myself like a pro.

My sex drive didn't come from my family being nudists or swingers; it wasn't because I had daddy issues; it wasn't because I was trying to trap a guy, or because I had low self-esteem, it was just there. It has surprised me every day with how powerful it is.

One day, I was sitting in Physics class with Mr. E., staring at him because he was gorgeous, and I got a very strange feeling between my legs. I felt a kind of electrical current flowing down there that made me look around to see if anybody in class had noticed. How could they not?! I felt like I was catching fire - and I'd be the first case of spontaneous human combustion to be caught on cell phone cameras.

Boys had always been very attractive to me; girls were too but not quite as powerfully. The feeling I was having in Physics class was not just attraction, it was something otherworldly and all-consuming. It was hunger. It was lust. It was needy. It was something I could not control, like I imagined an addiction would feel but stronger and more primal.

My vision blurred.

Pretending to read something, as we were supposed to be doing, I could not focus on the words. It was hard to keep a thought in my head except for this really strong urge to grind against something. It's like I had reverted to pure animal and not human, but I was really enjoying this feeling that had moved control of my body from my brain to a space between my legs.

I closed my eyes and imagined me and Mr. E. fucking in the classroom supply closet in the corner while my classmates all did their classwork. It turned out that my imagination was -- and remains -- a powerful orgasm enhancer. In my mind, the very slight grinding into my chair was against his cock as he slid it inside me; my parted lips were taking in his tongue and swirling and sucking on it. Outside the closet, my classmates were confused by the odd noises coming from inside it.

Wetness had spread from my insides to my underwear and was now soaking my jeans. I didn't care; I was on the road to a monster orgasm and would deal with the aftermath later. The wetness created a new sensation as it lubricated the friction between my clit and my panties and my jeans. It was making me involuntarily spread my legs and breathe in short exhales and inhales.

How could anybody not see and feel what was happening? The world was spinning and we were all experiencing a change in gravity, almost being flung from the planet.

A wave of spasms hit me and I slid sideways on my chair. My friend Katya looked over at me and saw my squinting eyes; she later told me that I had looked like I was possessed. Although I felt like I was rocking back and forth on a mechanical bull, she later described my movements as slight but odd.

I fought to control my breath as I came and I rode the waves like a surfer, touching the tips as I bounced from one crest to another. I stopped breathing for a bit and then let out a moan which I quickly disguised as a cough and excused myself to the washroom, covering my wet spot with my handbag.

Small aftershocks continued as I practically stumbled out of the classroom and, seeing nobody else in the hallway, I collapsed against the wall in an alcove and finished squirming in a very undignified and very wet way. I cupped my pussy with my right hand and massaging out a few more shudders of pleasure.

Just then, a guy I knew named Ray stepped out of a classroom across the hallway and came over to ask if I was OK. With lust still in my eyes I wrapped my arms around him and kissed him like I'm sure he'd never been kissed -- or probably ever would be again. His fate was sealed; I had an association between him and that classroom orgasm and I had to have him. We'd flirted before but our relationship was about to change; I told him I wanted him that night.

I had spent many nights over the last few months with a vibrator but I was pretty anxious to have my first full-on penetration sex and Ray was now the guy I wanted.

I still had my crotch covered with my handbag and slowly got up and, wobbly-legged, walked to the washroom. It must've taken 15 minutes to dry my clothes with the hand dryer but it worked and I was back in my physics class.

I got a WTF look from Katya and a glare from Mr. E. but I was impervious to their non-verbal questioning. Sitting back in my seat, I felt like I had just smoked a bunch of weed -- which I had never done -- but imagined it must feel like this.

After class, Katya cornered me and asked what the hell was going on and I took her to a private area of a stairwell and explained in a whisper what had happened. She muffled a few shrieks and high-fived me before we split for our next classes.

Katya and I were tight and shared lots of private feelings and experiences. Things like how we were both masturbating, both loved some types of porn, and were practically salivating for our first fuck. We were quite a lot alike in many ways; she had a very strong sex drive too but fantasized about women.

This was a great idea -- but -- Ray and I had no place to do it, what with parents and family in our houses all the time. Frustrated, we scouted a parking garage that was mostly only used during working hours by workers downtown and we decided to do it there. It seemed like the best option. We wanted sex right now and badly. I wanted to fuck more than I had ever wanted anything in my life.

We went to the top floor of that parking garage and found no cars there so we got the blanket out of my backpack and went to a corner that overlooked the city. There was a wall high enough to keep cars from driving over the edge -- and the perfect height to lean on and look at the city lights. This parking garage was right in the middle of the city.

I did a little striptease and my dude gawked like an awkward teenager -- because, well, he was. I was so hot - both in how I looked but also how I felt. The air moving between my legs made me wetter than I had ever been when masturbating and the same hot night air swirling around my nipples made them stand at attention.

When I saw that cock flip out of those boxers I lost my mind and got on my knees to suck on it. I wanted it hard and wet before it entered me. Careful not to overdo it, I wanted to save some of that hardness for the fucking that would follow. I knew it would be fast and furious because it was his first time, just like mine; well, my first time having an actual cock inside me and not some household object or a dildo.

I desperately wanted to be fucked from behind. I had seen videos of that and imagined it would give me the greatest orgasm, if I was lucky enough to have one. Who knew? This was my first time and I knew how my pussy reacted to my fingers and sex toys but had no idea how my body would respond to a cock.

The cocksucking lasted less than a minute and I realized he was getting way too excited, way too fast. I stood up and leaned over the edge of the parking lot and told him to go for it. He positioned himself and drove his cock into that wet snatch in a shock of fast thrusts. I told him to slow down and he did.

As I looked over the city, naked and being fucked from behind, I realized how vulnerable and dangerous this was. Something inside me switched gears and my sex brain went into overdrive. It was like I became another person, watching the scene from a short distance away and I loved what she saw. The scene was fucking HOT!

I could see people in a building nearby, totally unaware that I was being fucked within their view; that woman in her living room could have watched the action if she had looked our way. Well, my tits and the top bit of Ray.

I completely lost my mind. Those thoughts of somebody being able to see me naked and fucked started an orgasm that was more powerful and longer than any I could finger myself to. I almost forgot there was a person fucking me; I got so self-involved with the pleasure. I was lost in the sensations and the feeling of danger which I loved more than I ever could have imagined.

I came so hard that I practically bit my tongue and whimpered as I completely lost control of my body. My legs buckled and I came in waves of electric pleasure as I felt that cock being pumped inside me, and then it was gone as a load of cum landed all over my ass and back. That sensation caused another, smaller orgasm and I had to hold on to the concrete wall to stay upright.

I eventually fell to the floor on the blanket and shook for a while -- long enough that Ray asked if I was OK but all I could do was nod slowly.

"Fuck!" I whispered. And I was hooked. Public sex was obviously my thing.

I got that guy to fuck me again before we left that corner of the parking garage. What he lacked in stamina, he made up for with fast recovery time. I laid back and spread my legs, and he got on top of me and pounded me hard for at least a minute and a half before coming again all over my stomach. Just before he came, I came almost as hard a second time and the contraction of my cunt probably made the dude come faster. My pussy latched onto that cock like it was taking a prisoner to serve my desires.

Afterward, I remember not wanting to get dressed and leave; I just stood there looking around at people driving and walking below, people in windows, and fantasizing about what might happen if we were caught. I even walked to the stairway naked before putting my clothes on just to prolong this feeling, doing a few twirls to feel the air all over my body.

That's the moment my public sex escapades began, from the first time I fucked, and I have never lost my love for public sex. I used Ray quite a few times and practically wore him out. I think I made him uncomfortable a few times with my lust for adventure and danger, and eventually I knew I had to move on to a new guy. Luckily for me with this body and attitude, I have never had a problem finding cock.

That brings you up-to-date; I've been having public sex for months but wanted to amp it up and see if I could get even bigger thrills.

I had spotted a new art gallery that had been built in the middle of the city and it had a unique feature. Instead of lights around the building pointed at it to light it up, there were lights that shone outward toward the surrounding row of trees. The effect was pretty cool, creating shapes that danced as the trees were swayed by breezes and people would walk by the building or sit on benches at a distance of about a quarter block to take in the view.

I planned to use this lighting feature for a sex-in-public-escapade.

After abandoning Ray, I had found a guy who, unlike him, was into more risky public sex, just like me.

We took a bus to the downtown area so there would be no record of my car or license plate etc., and walked toward the building from the parking lot behind it at about 9:00 PM one weekday night and saw absolutely no cars in the lot. Perfect.

In black clothing, we crept around the side of the building to the front and leaned against it, looking out toward the streets in front of it and the people walking nearby.

I had been on a couple of scouting missions to check this place out thoroughly and had determined that nobody could see the area directly in front of the building from the garden/park area in front of it if they were beyond the trees. That's where everybody was -- close enough to see us there against the building if there had been no lights shining toward their eyes.

I could not get naked fast enough.

My sex dude wasn't long getting naked after me and I leaned against the building wall as he got on his knees in front of me. His tongue traced patterns around the tops of my legs and grazed my clit once every so often and I gasped each time.

I looked out past the trees and could see people walking around and occasionally looking straight toward us. I knew they couldn't see me but my imagination is powerful and I imagined I was being watched, then I imagined I was fucking and they were oblivious. All these thoughts turned me on insanely. I was dripping wet.

As the dude now plunged his tongue inside me, I rhythmically but mercifully thrust my pussy in his face as I looked out at the people so close by. It was too much. I was losing touch with reality and was going to come hard.

I came in a series of spasms and twitches that shook me to my core, I closed my eyes and involuntarily shrieked in ecstasy. When I opened her eyes, there were more people looking my way than before. I panicked a little and that sense of panic shook me with another orgasm right after the first one.

One guy started walking toward us and I tapped sex dude on the shoulder. He turned around to see and we immediately both grabbed our clothes, hiding behind a bush.

The guy looked around, probably to see if anybody needed help, and took a few steps closer to the building.

The sex dude saw this as an opportunity - since I was on all fours - to fuck me from behind. Although initially a little shocked, I succumbed to my ridiculous desire to be filled with cock and worked my way into a position to allow maximum penetration. He covered my mouth with one hand and that feeling of being silenced just served to turn me on even more.

The guy was only a few body lengths away from us now and we slowed our fucking and then froze in place. Sex dude's cock was pulsing inside me and I was trying desperately to hold back yet another orgasm but my pussy was contracting around his cock.

The guy who had walked toward us shrugged his shoulders and started to walk away. When he was far enough away, both me and sex dude came in silent puffs of air while remaining perfectly still, loads of cum firing deep into my insides as my mind short circuited.

Me and sex dude stayed still for another half a minute before he slowly pulled out and cum overflowed onto my legs. He rubbed it into my legs and fingered it into my pussy as I tried not to not squirm or make any loud noises and draw attention to us.

Not wanting the night to end, I thought I had one more big orgasm in left in me. During one of my scouting missions, I'd noticed that we could probably be on the grass just past some bushes in front of the building; that part of the ground was still not visible from the park area because of the bright lights pointed toward the people there.

If we were just there by the bushes, nobody could see us; only problem is, we'd have nothing to duck behind if we made too much noise and someone came looking, or if someone wandered near.

I told sex-dude my plan and he all in. There's always less risk for a man in these situations but that extra risk is what I crave anyway so, fuck it. We crawled on all fours in front of the bushes, right there on the grass with nothing between us and some people -- who were even closer to us now. This was fucking hot!

He laid down in the grass and I climbed on top, easing that big cock inside me because it was more swollen than usual. After a few slides down that cock-pole it was getting harder and thoroughly penetrating me in this position.

We both looked out toward the people and then I started lifting up and down; slowly at first but building speed.

He was really giving it all he had and I was totally impressed with how fast he had recovered and he seemed even bigger now. I was sliding almost to the point of his cock being out of me. I loved that feeling of it exiting and re-entering.

Then he did something unexpected. Our clothes were crumpled in a pile beside us, he grabbed them and threw them a distance away.

At first, I was stunned and confused. Why would he do that? But the effect was that I sensed even more danger and started to come immediately. My walls tightened around his cock again and I rode that thing so hard, fell on top of him -- slapping my tits on his chest -- and as he shot his cum inside me, I slid all over him in a twisting, orgasmic mess.

I laid on top of him, my head swirling with erratic thoughts and still pulsating with residual orgasm bits making me tingle. We locked lips and probed each other's mouths with hungry tongues and he sucked on my tits for a while.

This was the best night of my life.

Eventually, we peeled apart and I realized our clothes were still in the proper darkness between the bushes and the trees. We were both still quivering with post-orgasmic shudders but scrambled to get our clothes and run to the bushes to put them on.

We agreed to do this again sometime, maybe with a ball gag.