Sex in Public: I Wonder If Anyone Saw Us ♕

This was my first time having sex in public.

I had just turned 21 and was on a photo shoot, somewhere in the Midwest. I’d just read a story about a woman’s experience having sex in public, when I got to the hotel. Exhausted, but not tired enough to go to sleep, I decided to go for a drink. It was only eight o’clock after all, and I remembered seeing a little bar, down the street. I took a shower, put my hair in a messy bun, put on a pair of jean shorts and tank top and headed out. As I headed out, I asked the front desk guy if that was the only bar around. “Yeah, but it’s kind of a biker bar and a dive.” I told him that I could take care of myself and can be mean if I have to be. He smiled as I walked out the door.

The bar was less than a block from the shitty hotel I was staying at. I figured that since the hotel didn’t charge by the hour, the bar couldn’t be THAT bad. Plus, I was really in the mood to meet some of the locals and have a beer. I would be in town for a few weeks, so I decided to make my presence known. There was a line of motorcycles in front of the bar. Upon entering, I saw that except for a few bikers at a table and 2 other people at the bar, it was empty. I went to the bar, sat down, asked for a beer and lit a cigarette. I drank my Stella quickly. It was so cold and totally hit the spot, so I asked for another. I noticed one of the bikers staring at me from across the room.

I wasn’t looking for sex, certainly not sex in public but this guy changed that.

This guy was an older guy, gruff and worn out, but big and imposing. I could tell that he had lived an exciting life, and I was intrigued by him. He wasn’t conventionally handsome, but something attracted me to him. The old biker got up from his table and started walking toward me.

“Hey, beautiful. You’re not from around here, are you?”

“Hey. I’m in town for work.”

“Harry,” as he reached out for a handshake.

“Holly,” as I shook his hand.

Harry sat down next to me, and I took a good look at him. His hands were dirty with motor oil, his hair was really frizzy, and his face was weathered and scarred. This was not the guy I was normally attracted to, but I could tell that he was strong, and I like strong guys. He bought me another beer and a shot of whiskey. As we drank and got more and more buzzed, I couldn’t keep my hands off of him. An old country song came on the jukebox, and he scooped me up to dance with him.

That was it for me. There was no way to resist what I was feeling. He turned me on so much that I put my arms around his neck and kissed him. I wanted to have sex with him, right there in public. He kissed me harder than I’ve ever been kissed.

Harry put on his sunglasses and said, “Wanna have some fun?” We left the bar, got on his motorcycle, and he drove away. He took me to a beautiful overlook spot, where we could see the entire city. I was taking in the view when I felt him put his arms around me. Suddenly, Harry kissed my neck, turned me around, and picked me up.

As I wrapped my legs around his waist, he got back onto his bike, holding me tight.

Harry looked me in the eye and said, “Let me take you for a ride,” as he moved my shorts to the side and slipped his hand inside. With that one hand, he lifted my ass and pressed hard on my clit, causing me to give out a startled moan. As he pressed on my clit, he put one of his large fingers into my pussy, and he did it very well. I was on the verge of my first orgasm when a car drove by us…I didn’t care. I was in the throes of pure pleasure and I could feel his big, hard cock through his jeans as I was grinding him. Harry unbuttoned his fly and took out his massive, hard cock, then lifted me and sat me down onto it.

Passionately, I rode his hard cock…it was as if nothing and no one else mattered. Even though cars were driving by us, they didn’t exist. We were the only two people in the whole world, while we fucked, having filthy public sex. Once we came together, he drove me back to my hotel, kissed me, and drove away. I saw him a few more times throughout the 3 weeks I was there, having sex in public every time, and then went home to Las Vegas. I never saw that old biker again, but I touch myself every time I think of him.

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