Man, we looooove to fuck. Our sex just gets hotter and
hotter. And the theme for this week is: fucking in semi-public spaces.
We had a party at the house for Turkey Day. When we have
parties we absolutely love to sneak off and fuck, with all of our friends just
in the other room, totally oblivious. We’ve got a record; at Halloween I think
we spent equally, 50/50, fucking and partying.
Thanksgiving=a long day of “holiday” time, which= lots of
fucking behind the backs of our friends/family. Hey, I’m fucking THANKFUL for
that. More stuffing, please.
No we didn’t bother to shut the door.
No, we didn’t have the lights off.
K cornered me at the closet door and lifted my dress, where
he started eating my pussy for no less than the sixth time that night. Round
and round and round slurp slurp. Then I got down on my knees and took his cock
into my mouth (not because I felt obliged to reciprocate, I never feel obliged
to reciprocate) round and round and round. I pulled him down to the floor and
got on top of him.
It’s so great fucking when people don’t know you are
fucking, and especially in places where people don’t expect you’ll be fucking.
He lifted my dress (No I wasn’t wearing underwear, I’m never
wearing underwear) which was short and tight, so when he lifted it around my
waist it stayed up there. I started riding him up and down and around and
around.
Enter stage left:
It’s my colleague! Yay. He makes no secret of wanting to
bang both of us, so its only natural that he should be the one to walk in Not
once, NOT twice, but THREE FUCKING TIMES. He was like a ping-pong ball meets a
dog chasing its own tail. He was like a cat chasing a laser pointer. Spin moves,
starting and stopping and starting again and turning... I’ll have to remember
those moves for sex. It was pretty cute, actually.
Once his whiskey fogged turkey wine brain was able to
compute that he was looking at fucking, he actually stopped and really really
LOOKED. I think he half-mumbled half-shouted “I’m IN!” (his catch phrase.) Not
two strokes later and two more of my male colleagues are in the doorway
checking out the work.
Most people, on both the catcher and the catchee roles,
would be ummm I guess embarrassed? Uncomfortable? Self-conscious maybe. But we
were all in luck due to that magical combination of hours worth of food and
liquor coursing through the body. Ok at least that’s what we can blame. Annnnd
to be honest I’m not sure I possess exactly that whole shame concept… (a
lifetime of slapstick and awkward teen years that still haven’t gone away
dammit) So they watched for a while.
Now every time I’m late for a meeting with them I say
“Sorry, I was fucking in a closet.”
AND being watched even for a slight moment as my ass and
pussy bounced on top of my man’s cock and balls (they could see the backside by
the full length mirror) gleaned a powerful lesson: I like it when I’m watched
fucking. Woo hooo!
The next day as we reminisced we had to duck into a doorway
down an ally for a quickie.
Moments later we were waltzing into a five star hotel like
we owned the place and making a bee-line for the stairs. We soon found a door
marked ‘private.’ Of course, the door was unlocked. We stepped into the dark
room. K briskly unbuckled his belt and had his cock in me, and I’m bent over
pressed against the back of the door in ten seconds flat. My man’s got the art
of a quickie down!
We soon enough left the ‘private’ room (yeah, it was just wayyy
too private for us, you know) and found a handicapped restroom with nice full
mirrors on all sides. It wasn’t long that K was really banging away before we
hear that tell-tale sign of authority: the crackle of a walky-talky. Why as an
adult I should still be afraid of that sound has mostly to do with the fact
that I still do illegal shit. Why people in 2014 are still using walky-talkies
remains a mystery…
“Just keep walking and don’t stop.” Yeah, great advice, K.
Way to look casual. Instead I browsed the tourism guide rack in the lobby for a
bit. “Oh look honey, we can go on a helicopter tour!” If only all those
five-star patrons new that I’d just been on one…. Giggity (:
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