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In my early to mid-twenties I developed a fetish for masturbating in public places.
I usually indulged in this naughty pastime in the company of my boyfriend (now my husband) but occasionally I fulfilled the urge when I was alone. Usually the act took place when there was no one else around, but it was always more exciting when there was a chance someone might catch me in the act. Over time, I became more adventurous in my wanking exploits, but more about that later.
The first time, I was with my boyfriend, we were on holiday, it was night-time and we’d gone for a post dinner stroll along the seafront.
If you’ve ever seen the film ‘The French Lieutenant’s Woman’ you’ll be familiar with the Cobb at Lyme Regis, a costal town in South West England. It’s a pier type construction like a huge, wide wall, which shields the harbour and protects the town from rough seas.
We’d had more than a few glasses of wine, so probably shouldn’t have been walking on top of the sloping uneven, slightly slippery stone surface. Especially in the dark, with waves crashing either side of us, several feet below. However, alcohol has a way of making one a little more daring.
I’ve always found the sound and smell of the sea something of an aphrodisiac and this night was no different. We stopped about halfway along the Cobb and kissed. I felt his hard bulge pressing against me, back then his cock was almost constantly stiff. His hand cupped my breast. My nipples were hard, partly because I was horny and partly because it was chilly…summer nights in England usually are! As we kissed he undid a couple of buttons on my cardigan and slid his hand inside. Then he undid 3 or 4 buttons on the front of my dress and pulled it aside, exposing one breast then the other. My tits were young and firm back then and small enough that I didn’t need a bra. The cold misty spray from the surf caressed my skin, it was exhilarating. Overwhelmed by excitement and a sudden, unexpected urge, I reached down pulled up the hem of my dress and slid my hand inside my knickers. My hairy pussy was warm and moist, my fingers were cold. I slid them between my slippery folds.
My boyfriend took half a step back and watched eagerly. It was dark but our eyes had adjusted and there was enough of a moon to for him to make out my bare breasts and my hand disappearing inside my panties. I eased them down around my thighs revealing my hairy pussy. With the fingers of my left hand I eased my lips apart, while the fingers of my right hand slipped in and out of my tight young hole and caressed my erect clit.
I wasn’t sure if we were visible from the harbour, where some people were still milling around after the pubs had closed, but I didn’t care. In fact, the idea that some unknown stranger might be enjoying the show added to the thrill. Anyone passing by on the level beneath would have heard my gasps and groans for sure! I half wanted to hear the sound of footsteps on stone stairs, leading up to where I was standing, tits out, dress up and knickers down, fingering my hairy, wet cunt.
When I came, I nearly fell over. Luckily, I had someone to stumble against. He wrapped his arms around me, holding me tightly as my body went into spasm.
Now we’d had some seriously good sex that week, and nothing beats a really good fuck…apart maybe from a really, really good wank, with the sound of the waves crashing below, the feel of cold sea spay on bare skin and the possibility of being secretly watched, or caught in the act.
And that, as they say, is where it all began.
I usually indulged in this naughty pastime in the company of my boyfriend (now my husband) but occasionally I fulfilled the urge when I was alone. Usually the act took place when there was no one else around, but it was always more exciting when there was a chance someone might catch me in the act. Over time, I became more adventurous in my wanking exploits, but more about that later.
The first time, I was with my boyfriend, we were on holiday, it was night-time and we’d gone for a post dinner stroll along the seafront.
If you’ve ever seen the film ‘The French Lieutenant’s Woman’ you’ll be familiar with the Cobb at Lyme Regis, a costal town in South West England. It’s a pier type construction like a huge, wide wall, which shields the harbour and protects the town from rough seas.
We’d had more than a few glasses of wine, so probably shouldn’t have been walking on top of the sloping uneven, slightly slippery stone surface. Especially in the dark, with waves crashing either side of us, several feet below. However, alcohol has a way of making one a little more daring.
I’ve always found the sound and smell of the sea something of an aphrodisiac and this night was no different. We stopped about halfway along the Cobb and kissed. I felt his hard bulge pressing against me, back then his cock was almost constantly stiff. His hand cupped my breast. My nipples were hard, partly because I was horny and partly because it was chilly…summer nights in England usually are! As we kissed he undid a couple of buttons on my cardigan and slid his hand inside. Then he undid 3 or 4 buttons on the front of my dress and pulled it aside, exposing one breast then the other. My tits were young and firm back then and small enough that I didn’t need a bra. The cold misty spray from the surf caressed my skin, it was exhilarating. Overwhelmed by excitement and a sudden, unexpected urge, I reached down pulled up the hem of my dress and slid my hand inside my knickers. My hairy pussy was warm and moist, my fingers were cold. I slid them between my slippery folds.
My boyfriend took half a step back and watched eagerly. It was dark but our eyes had adjusted and there was enough of a moon to for him to make out my bare breasts and my hand disappearing inside my panties. I eased them down around my thighs revealing my hairy pussy. With the fingers of my left hand I eased my lips apart, while the fingers of my right hand slipped in and out of my tight young hole and caressed my erect clit.
I wasn’t sure if we were visible from the harbour, where some people were still milling around after the pubs had closed, but I didn’t care. In fact, the idea that some unknown stranger might be enjoying the show added to the thrill. Anyone passing by on the level beneath would have heard my gasps and groans for sure! I half wanted to hear the sound of footsteps on stone stairs, leading up to where I was standing, tits out, dress up and knickers down, fingering my hairy, wet cunt.
When I came, I nearly fell over. Luckily, I had someone to stumble against. He wrapped his arms around me, holding me tightly as my body went into spasm.
Now we’d had some seriously good sex that week, and nothing beats a really good fuck…apart maybe from a really, really good wank, with the sound of the waves crashing below, the feel of cold sea spay on bare skin and the possibility of being secretly watched, or caught in the act.
And that, as they say, is where it all began.
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