outdoor sex 3

I’m not sure what it was about the outdoor sex that turned me on so much – I don’t think it was the exhibitionism, though I suppose that must have been part of it (the notion of being very sexual in public, the excitement and danger of being caught, this definitely all added to the thrill), but for me the nicest thing away from the thrill was just having sex in unusual places – it made the experience very focused – not so much about loving,, more about expressing urgent sexual need anywhere, wherever we were.

The boldest Becky and I ever got with all this was having sex at work – we both worked in the same office at the time, and we were in the habit of exchanging very sexually explicit emails at work – we did it for months and I’ve saved them all, still lots of fun to read – and it was this which often led to hurried outdoor sex after work. During breaks we’d go for a smoke together in the upstairs quiet room, usually just chatting,, but occassionally stealing a snog or two if it looked as though we wouldn’t be disturbed. As a rule it was very quiet up there, the room not often used – though occassionally there would be others up there. It made our stolen moments that much more exciting, and we would often touch each other whilst kissing, our hands exploring between each others’ thighs – if it looked like we might get away with it, we’d furtively slip our hands into each others’ underwear, my fingers stroking Becky’s delightfully wet sex, her own fingers unzipping my jeans and pulling out my erect cock, stroking me gently and rhythmically. Sometimes it went a little beyond this – on a couple of occassions I stroked Becky to a brief, trembling orgasm whilst kissing her passionately – all done very quickly in case we would be discovered (bear in mind this was at work, which is extraordinarily risky), and she liked to take me in her mouth for a few moments, which again led to me spurting my cum over her lips and chin on more than a couple of occassions, returning to our desks warm and satsfied, somehow (hopefully!) disguising what we’d just been up to moments before, then emailing each other lustfully about what we’d just done, giggling about getting away with it again.

One afternoon it all got too much – neither of us had had much work to do that day, so we spent most of it passing extremely explicit emails back and forth (itself a potentially risky thing to do at work), getting dirtier and dirtier. It finally got to the point where I couldn’t take any more and just had to fuck her – we slipped upstairs to the quiet room, and within moments of walking in there, I’d pinned her to the wall, kissing her passionately, Becky lustfully returning the kiss, her hand going straight down between my legs, unfastening my jeans and tugging out my erection, first stroking it delightfully as we kissed, then kneeling down in front of me, pulling down my trousers and pants, and taking me into her mouth, licking and sucking my cock greedily.

It was more than I could take – I pulled her up onto her feet and held her roughly against the wall, putting my hand up her skirt and pulling her knickers completely off, sliding my fingers back between her legs, pushing them into her gorgeously wet cunt. Becky unbuttoned her blouse, unclipping her bra and taking it off, her blouse now just draped over her shoulders.

I tugged my jeans and pants down around my ankle, hitching her skirt up around her waist, my fingers still sliding in and out of her wetness. This was the point of no retun now – there was no way we could have got ourselves decent again in time, had someone suddenly walked in the room (which was by no means impossible – the room didn’t get used much, but we certainly weren’t the only ones who went up there, and it’s doubtful we’d have heard anyone coming), but by then we didn’t care any more – we had to have sex, right there, right now.

My penis was hugely erect now, and Becky was very wet, kissing me again passionately. I pushed her back against the wall, tugging her blouse down off her shoulders, baring her breasts, licking and sucking them greedily, Becky’s hand back down at my erect penis, masturbating me urgently, wanting me, her other hand frantically unbuttoning my shirt, pulling it open roughly.

God… it’s really turning me on telling you this… I’m masturbating as I type…

Neither of us cared about being discovered now – I slipped my hands around her bum, lifting her up towards me as I held her against the wall – she wrapped her legs around me, pushing herself against my erect cock, sliding up against me until the tip of my penis found the entrance to her sex, and then sliding down again, her dripping wet cunt suddenly engulfing my deliciously throbbing erection. My penis slipped all the way deep into her cunt, and I began thrusting hard and deep inside her as I fucked her deliciously.

It was very fast, very urgent with the danger of it all – Becky came almost immediately, clinging on to me, shuddering frantically as an intense orgasm shook her body, her juices drenching my cock, pouring down over my balls there was so much of it – it was all I could take – I felt my own orgasm pulsating deliciously through my body, thrusting my cock deep into her cunt, spurt after spurt of hot cum pouring from my cock, filling her up with my cum, over and over again… god… somehow we managed to get ourselves looking decent again and returned to our desks, leaving the room smelling of urgent sex, Becky emailing me to tell me she could feel my spunk dripping from her cunt – an amazing, unforgettable experience…

god… think I need to come…