Sex in Public: Rosie’s Slut Confession

Rosie Loves Sex in Public 

There’s one thing that makes my friend Rosie’s pussy throb harder than anything. For her, it’s the raw, heart-pounding thrill of sex in public. When she told me about her latest public fucking, I knew I had to capture it for my slut confessions series! Not only does Rosie fuck in one of the most public spaces imaginable, but it was also with a complete stranger!

Dressed in a long jacket with a low-cut top and skirt beneath, I hopped on the Blue Line in the second-to-last subway car. The car was already half-empty, which was typical for late night on a Tuesday. I dropped into a seat near the end, crossed my panty-less legs, and pulled out my phone. I opened up my notes app to my list of places I’ve had sex in public. Tonight, I will be adding a new spot to the list. This very train car.

A few weeks ago, I posted a sex confession on an anonymous kink app, talking about my love for sex in public. I got a private message from a man who challenged me to a public tryst. He told me if I was bold enough, I would meet him in this train car at the Maverick stop. I got on two stops early to try and scope him out. He told me he would be wearing a red scarf when he got on and to approach him if I was interested.

A Stranger on the Subway

The subway car emptied out even more at each stop closer to Maverick. By the time we were one stop away, it was just one other person at the far end. My nipples were tight against my thin blouse and my thighs were already slick with juices seeping out of my cunt. Regardless of who this stranger was, I was ready for another night of sex in public. 

As we pulled into Maverick Square Station, my heart started racing. It was me, one other rider, and any moment, the stranger in the red scarf. Except, as we pulled out of the station, no one else entered the car. Instead, the rider who sat at the opposite end of the car, stood up slowly and walked straight toward me. He sat next to me and dropped a red scarf onto my lap. “Do you still want to have sex in public with a stranger,” the man asked. In response, I boldly placed my hand right on the bulge in his pants and smiled.

Subway Sex in Public 

“I’m here for sex in public for the thrill of it. What about you, sir,” I said, squeezing my hand around his crotch. His hand brushed my knee, then slid up my thigh, pushing my short skirt higher. I didn’t stop him. I spread my legs right there on the metal seat, letting him feel how soaked my pussy was. The stranger with the red scarf wanted revenge sex. And he wanted to record it, our tryst on the Boston subway. At that point, my pussy juices were already dripping on the train car seat.

I let him pull out his phone and start recording as he groped my breasts beneath my thin, low-cut top. There were four more stops along the Blue Line, and this close to midnight on a Tuesday, we were almost guaranteed to be alone. The stranger groaned into my neck as he played with my nipples, then slid his hands down to my clit. Sex on the subway was definitely the riskiest place I’ve had sex in public but that’s what made this encounter so enticing. I took the phone camera from his hands and took charge of the recording. He unzipped his pants, and I climbed on top of him, right there in the subway car.

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