Naughty Secrets (14 page)

I’ve done it in several unusual places, but I guess the oddest was on a beach under a blanket, with a lot of people lying
around us. It was really chilly and windy and I had cuddled behind my wife, completely covered by the blanket. People could
not see me; they just saw her, lying on her side, covered with a blanket from shoulders to toes, reading a book. It all looked
perfectly innocent, except that her entire body, including her large breasts, was moving with my fucking rhythm. Now and then
she looked up, glanced around, and smiled at people near us.

Later she told me that one man sitting there with his wife and three children seemed to know what was going on and kept looking
at her, watching her bobbing breasts and body. When he could hardly stand up anymore because of the erection in his swimming
trunks, he left the kiddies and lured his wife into their bungalow. A great afternoon for all of us.

It’s not the unusual things I’ve done that stick out in my mind, but the unusual places I’ve done them. My wife and I really
enjoy great sex and we find we’re horny most of the time. Therefore…

1. On an island in the San Juans one sunny day on a gentle, wild-strawberry–covered hillside. Bright blue sky, puffy white
clouds, the sound of a nearby horse, and all afternoon to make love.

2. Next to the railroad tracks in northern California on our way to Reno. Between I-5 and Susanville, we pulled off next to
a major manzanita stand, grabbed the blanket, and walked a short way into the pines. The sun was warm but the air was cool,
and there were patches of snow about. We found a place in the sun that was out of the wind but only twenty feet from the railroad
tracks. We had a quickie and, just as we were finishing, along came a passenger train. Any of the people on the train who
happened to glance our way knew what was going on.

3. In the backyard on a warm summer night. We put the pad from our lounge chair on the grass and just got started. Both of
our cats came to join us. We started laughing so hard we had to go inside to finish our fun.

4. We’ve also done it quite a few times in the car. Once we made love in the backseat of our Camaro and once we did it just
to break in the new Olds. I remember one particular afternoon alongside I-15 in Montana. The sun was bright but the air outside
was freezing. We left the engine on, turned up the heater, and fogged up the windows something fierce. Ain’t it great!

I once got a blow job in a Victoria’s Secret dressing room. There was only one salesclerk in a smaller store along the boardwalk
in Atlantic City. We were on the second floor and a couple of customers were keeping the salesgirl busy downstairs. My wife
was in the dressing room trying on some stuff and, when I realized we were alone, I took advantage and slipped into the dressing
stall. My wife blew me and it was unbelievable. As I left the dressing room the girls were coming up the stairs and they saw
me leave it. I think they knew but they just smiled.

Another time my wife and I made love in our hotel room in New York with the shades open. It was sort of an impromptu act one
night when we returned from the theater. We had been going at it for more than an hour, and she had come several times, but
I hadn’t. She was lying there with me on top of her, our heads toward the window. I happened to look out and was shocked to
see a couple in the office tower next door looking at us.

After overcoming my shock (which must not have been much since my cock grew still harder) I pulled out and straddled my wife.
I put my cock in her face and she began sucking. I have to tell you I had to hold back. I wanted to come right away but I
wanted to give a good show, too!

Anyway, I fucked my wife’s face for a while, glancing from time to time at the couple in the other building, seeing them but
not acknowledging them. My wife grabbed my ass and pulled me into her mouth, building me up for the big event, and finally
I came, first in her mouth, then pulling out and spattering her face. It was awesome! She pulled my dick back into her mouth
and she cleaned it off, keeping me hard. I slid back inside her pussy to give her what she called later a delicious orgasm.
When I finally looked up again, the blinds were drawn in the office window. I wonder what they were doing! (Grinning)

One day we made it in the backyard in the rain. It was with my ex-fiancé, but what made it so fantastic is that he performed
oral sex on me, almost bringing me to orgasm that way before we actually fucked. There we were, outside in the rain for all
to see. Nobody did… that I know of, but it was the most romantic sexual event of my life.

I remember the night my boyfriend and I made love up against the wall inside a machine shop where he worked. All the smells
of grease and coveralls, ohhhhhh, it was heavenly. It might seem strange to you but all those cold, shiny machines and the
smell of grease really turned me on.

Unusual? Well, the only time I made love in public was at my parents’ house many years ago during a family Thanksgiving gathering.
Hubby and I were on the floor in the family room under an old bulky sleeping bag watching TV and talking. The sex was okay
and my husband got off. I was not comfortable about it, though, thinking,
Oh my, my father is looking.
He wasn’t but he could have been.

We once made love in a small boat in the middle of the Lake of the Ozarks. It was close to sunset and my wife and I were feeling
a bit daring, so we stopped and made love while the sun went down.

I’ve made love in lots of unusual places. I have had sex on a pool table that wasn’t mine, on the beach, in a car in a wheat
field, on the dryer, and on the bathroom counter.

I hadn’t seen my husband in a long time so, when I went to visit him while he was on military duty, we actually made it in
the back of an army tactical vehicle. The short version of the story is that we just snuck in past the guard on duty, climbed
in the back of the Hummer, and fucked like rabbits.

I can’t believe we did this and I can’t believe I’m telling you about it. We were both very young and very dumb and very horny.
We were at the lake at the beginning of January. It was unseasonably warm, but still cold, and it was raining to boot. My
husband and I got adventurous and climbed out of our truck and up on the hood. Yes, we did it at the lake on the hood of a
’76 Dodge Power Wagon in the rain in January. Oh, and we both got sick from that one.

The most unusual place would have to be on top of a railroad car. We were teenagers and out for a walk along a road that wound
along the train tracks that led out of town. It was a beautiful, romantic night with a full moon and my honey and I were in
the mood to play. We were with some other people, so we ducked around the train, lost them, then climbed on top of the car
and fucked. It was wonderful. Being completely naked, spiced with the chance that we might get caught, made for one erotic
night.

I guess the most unusual and romantic night was one beautiful summer evening on my apartment’s patio. Since we don’t care
to be exhibitionist my boyfriend and I hung a blanket around the railing and made love outside. It was very nice: moonlight,
a soft breeze, and the music of my neighbor’s wind chimes. Although it was many years ago, I specifically remember that after
he kissed my neck or anywhere else for that matter the slight wind would hit that damp spot. It felt wonderful.

You might not believe me but I’ve actually made love on the football field at Mississippi State University—in the off season
of course. My ex-boyfriend and I climbed a fence late one night— both absolutely plastered—and did our thing on the fifty-yard
line. We ran into a security guard on our way out and feigned innocence, but I could tell by the grin on his face as he inspected
the grass stains on our clothes that he knew just what we had been up to!

We did it in the middle of the woods in broad daylight. We were out mushroom hunting and I got bored so I told hubby I had
to take a pee stop. I dropped my pants behind a tree, bent over touching the ground, and softly called his name. Of course
he couldn’t resist temptation, and we had hard pounding sex in the middle of the woods, not caring that others could be in
there and see us.

I did it on a catwalk over a theater. Many years ago I had an affair with a man I worked with who was a sound engineer and
had access to all kinds of places behind the scenes. One day he took me to the top of a stairwell and opened a door that took
us onto the catwalk above a busy theater. The crew was setting up stage below us, the colored lights were on, and the rock
and roll was very loud with heavy bass pounding everywhere. He bent me over a rail and lifted my skirt, entering me from behind.
The act lasted several minutes, and being the oral kind of person I am, I was yelling my fool head off, unbeknownst (I think)
to all the people below us. It was incredibly erotic knowing that we could be seen, and it was dangerous because we could
have actually fallen off the catwalk. I’ll never forget that time, and neither will he.

My husband Ron and I once made love in a van parked behind McCormick Place in downtown Chicago, and let me tell you it was
great. After the deed was done we fell asleep naked. Some time later I felt a light in my eyes and looked out the front window.
You guessed it, it was a cop. I was so startled that I jumped up and, of course, the cop saw me in all my glory. The cop just
stood there as we started the engine and hotfooted it out of there. Later Ron and I drove down Lake Shore Drive in our birthday
suits, laughing like crazy.

I guess the swimming pool was the most unusual place my husband and I ever did it. Our pool was in the back of our property
where there was some privacy but we could have been caught. My husband was feeling frisky and made me sit on the ladder while
he ate my pussy right out there in the open where anyone could have walked up and caught us. I found it very hard to relax
but was able to climax. If anyone saw us, I really do not want to know.

We did it at a family picnic in full view of our relatives—sort of. We had put our baby down in an upstairs bedroom and he
had just fallen asleep. Someone called from the backyard to ask when we were coming down, and I leaned out the window and
called that we would be out in a few minutes. All this time my husband was kneeling behind me with his fingers and tongue
working.

At that moment my husband stood up, peered over my shoulder, and started talking to them, too, raising his voice to be heard.
Still talking, he moved my panties aside and entered me. He continued to move in and out slowly while people below were just
walking around. He had one arm around my shoulder like he was just standing behind me.

I was getting a little nervous and a lot turned on what with doing it in full view of my relatives, and I finally told him
to stop. Needless to say, he didn’t. I was afraid someone would look up and realize what was going on, but finally it got
to the point where I didn’t care. We both came at the same time, fortunately reasonably quietly.

My husband knew that I had a fantasy about making love outside and one day he was so sweet that he made it happen. We went
to an out-of-the-way place on a bluff above the ocean, a beautiful spot with old pine trees and pine-needle–softened ground.
He had brought a big thick blanket and we made love under the trees. It was so beautiful and I loved him for that, especially
since I knew it wasn’t something he was really anxious to do.

Does a dryer qualify as an unusual place? It was with my first lover and we did it with her bent over the dryer. Man did she
love it that way. She would move her ass in such a way that it seemed my cock was turning in circles within her. Talk about
fireworks.

The most bizarre place I ever did it was in a girlfriend’s dorm room, secretly, while her exchange-student roomie did her
homework. It began with us just cuddling under the covers but it kept getting more intense. Eventually it turned into a tease
game where she’d stroke my cock and I’d tease her nipples and clit, all very hush-hush. We got ourselves so hot that we finally
couldn’t help it. We fucked slow and easy, controlling our voices. Did the roomie know? Probably, but she never told. How
hot is that!!!

How about a mall stairway? A then-girlfriend and I had gotten together in the middle of the day, and she’d brought a bottle
of vodka. By the time we got to the mall, we were both toasted. She kept grabbing my dick and being loud and rowdy. It was
kind of embarrassing, and I told her that she’d better knock it off or I was going to take her up on it. She taunted again
so we went off in search of a place. We found the door to the employee stairs and slipped inside. She gave me a fabulous blow
job and then we had no-“holes”-barred sex.