Between the Sheets

I did my own homework this weekend.

We were enjoying one of our milder nights here in the south, and chose to walk downtown to soak in the breeze. Although we left our front porch before the sun had dipped down, on our return stroll, we had shadows forming all around us.

Hand in hand, he led me down a street I had never explored before, and we discovered a sprawling playground, complete with swings, slides, and stairs. I shrieked with excitement; he hesitated.

“Come swing with me,” I begged. “Please.”

He decided he would rather push.

It started out innocently enough, with him seeing how high I would let him push me. Then, without warning, he stopped me when I came to him, and he started nibbling my neck. For just a moment, I had that sudden “What if someone sees us?” fear, but his warm breath calmed me. I felt his teeth nip at my collarbone, and a sigh escaped my lips. My hands reached behind me to pull him closer to me, and I felt him, rock hard, digging into me. Then I let go.

I hopped off the swing and found my way to the playfort, and as I figured he would be, he was only two steps behind me. A stair-step platform allowed me to sit and remain at eye level, and I kissed him deeply, remembering his taste as it filled my mouth. I bit and pulled at his lower lip, an unspoken sign that I needed him. Now.

My hands wandered over his chest, but the key to a public outing like this one is brevity, so they quickly made their way to his belt buckle. When foreplay is unhurried, I might fumble with the buckle in a coy tease, but my experience was shining here as his buckle was undone and his zipper unzipped at lightening speed. I freed his thick cock and circled my hands around it. My favorite part? He actually gasped when the fresh, sharp night air touched his foreskin.

My pants were quickly shimmied down my ankles, and his fingers found me already wet and throbbing. Without any more hesitation, he pulled my legs around him and shoved his cock into me. My back arched quickly.. if at all possible, he felt even better out here, where we could be discovered at any moment. Afraid to close my eyes, I watched every move as he thrust into me hurriedly, fucking me hard and fast. With the added excitement of our sudden exhibitionism, I was soon digging my long nails into the flesh of his back and trying (rather unsuccesfully) to stifle my screams. Before long, I felt his hot cum spray inside me, and both of us remained limp for only a moment before hurrying to redress.

As we left the playground, hand in hand again, I wondered if we were the first to “disgrace” the playfort. And, I thought while licking my lips, I certainly hoped we wouldn’t be the last.

orgasm, exhibitionism, public sex, swinging