Begging to be Caught – A Risky Romance in the Open

They were begging to be caught the risk heightening their desire.

Each stolen touch in the open fueled the thrill of exposure, drawing them deeper into the moment, begging to be caught. Just like when I met a Tinder date in the park. We’d exchanged plenty of dirty talk and I told him I didn’t want a relationship, I just wanted to fuck. I wanted to fuck in a public place where we’d just be begging to be caught. He’d suggested a public park with plenty of tree coverage, but plenty of potential witnesses. I’d shown up in a cute little skirt and sexy top and knew I had him right away. The hot look in his eyes told me he’d love to hear me begging to be caught as we fucked at the park.

He insisted on us having drinks first, but I was horny and so ready to go. I spread my legs a little and let my skirt ride up so he could see that I didn’t have any panties on. I was begging to be caught by anyone who looked a little closer. And my date couldn’t keep himself in check with that view. “Are you sure you want to do this when someone could see?” He asked as he led me over to a cluster of trees.

“Of course. I’m begging to be caught – I want someone to see us and get turned on from the view,” I teased.

He got even harder at that, he backed me up against a tree and I flashed my tits, not caring who else saw. He groaned and cupped them, pinching my nipples and pulling me closer. “You really are begging to be caught.” I nodded and kissed him hungrily, grinding against him desperately, grinding on his erection as I moaned in his ear. “Don’t you want people to see you fucking a girl who couldn’t wait to have you? Couldn’t even wait to get in your car for fun? Who’s so turned on that she’s begging to be caught by fuckingyou out in the open?”

It broke his restraint. He let his zipper down, revealing his cock. I stroked it with my fingers slowly and guided his hand between my legs. He sucked and licked my nipples as he fingered me hard and fast. I kept stroking him and looked around as I moaned, I really was begging to get caught. I wanted someone to see us, to see how naughty we were being.

“Be loud for me. Let me know how much you like touching me, how much you want to fuck me right here where anyone could catch us,” I said in his ear.

He groaned loudly, then picked me up a little so he could thrust into me. I lifted my skirt so he could see how perfectly he fit inside me. My ass rubbed against the tree as we moaned and panted, looking around hoping to see someone and I got louder anytime I did. I was begging to get caught, begging for someone to look over and spot us.

I knew it would be bad, but I didn’t care. It was so hot that I couldn’t stop thinking about it, even with his perfect dick buried inside me. Then I noticed a man who was staring right at us. I met his eyes and let out another loud moan as my breasts bounced. I was begging to be caught and he knew it … enjoyed it, and just kept watching. “Yes, fuck me harder. Make me so loud,” I encouraged my date.

“You really are begging to be caught,” he groaned as he fucked me harder and faster, really making me bounce on him.

I was sure the tree was scratching my back, but I didn’t care. I was too busy looking at the man watching us. My date groaned and kissed my neck, softening his sounds. I knew he wasn’t begging to be caught, but someone was already watching and jerking off, enjoying the view of my bouncing tits and the sounds of my moans as my date plowed into me again and again. I finished just as loudly and looked at the guy jerking himself off as he came. He was just standing by a bush, his eyes focused on me, proving that he was begging to be caught too. My date jerked out of me and finished on my white skirt, panting as he smiled.

“So … our next date should be in another public place?” He asked. I giggled and nodded. “You’ll have me begging to be caught all over again.”

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