What’s Your Fantasy? (Sex in Public)
A couple weeks ago I had to troop out to Queens to deal with an issue at my rental property. I hadn’t been around the old way in months so there were bound to be some changes but it’s always weird adjusting to shifts in the terrain of an area I called home for several years. I noticed a few new stores popped up, the super market around the corner got an extended storefront, and apparently a hotel replaced this empty lot up the block (I wondered what they were building).
As I was strolling down XXXXX Blvd., reacquainting myself with the neighborhood, I looked up at this apartment building across the street that always used to catch my eye. It’s the tallest structure in the area, standing at about 20-something stories with various balconies protruding from the top floors. Every time I look at this building I think about one of my fantasies and that day was no different.
I’ve always wanted a balcony, because not only does it provide a great view and the chance to barbeque from the privacy of an elevated perch, it could give me a chance to have sex in the rain. I don’t know why but there’s something about the idea of having gentle drops (or a torrential downpour) flowing over my lover’s body while we made love that turns me on. I could just imagine our bodies gliding across each other like a pair of oiled down anacondas in heat, while I synchronized the power of my stroke with the thunder strikes as if the Mighty Thor himself was cheering me on. Plus, doing it from a balcony’s edge, where any nosy neighbor or passerby on the street could see, only adds to the thrill for me.
While the imagery of fornicating in the rain is exciting, outdoor sex is a fantasy all its own, so if I had a balcony (or the hood of a car) it would be christened in a heartbeat. The rain would just be an added bonus. Unfortunately, I’ve never lived anywhere that had a balcony or dated a girl with one. The closest I’ve come is a few hotel rooms with beachside views, but I was missing a willing partner to partake in any midnight marauding over the edge. As for the rain, a few episodes in the shower (see “I Found Love In This Club” and “Cougar Chronicles: Me & Mrs. Jones”) will have to do until I can get some summer lovin’ in the rain. Despite my desire to experience this fantasy one day, I’m far from an exhibitionist but I did almost do it in Central Park one time.
It was the middle of summer and my girlfriend at the time, Melinda, and I wound up at Central Park on a whim. After strolling the grounds for a bit we grabbed a seat on a secluded bench and took in the sunset while talking. We were still in our honeymoon stage so we generally couldn’t keep our hands off each other. As the sky got darker, our bodies got closer. It wasn’t long before Melinda was straddling me and we were engaged in heavy petting. I’m not sure why this part of the park wasn’t lit, but I recall us being pretty much in the cut and away from prying eyes—well, so I thought.
As Melinda and I continued our make out session, my hands worked their way up her shirt as I cupped her breasts and caressed her back, while her tongue worked its way though my mouth. I was turned on like I don’t know what and was thankful that I had a pack of condoms in my back pocket. Melinda and I were about to become one with nature and there wasn’t a soul in sight. That’s when I heard a rustle in the bushes a few feet away. I turned my head to see who was there and it was a homeless man carrying two shopping bags full of junk. He walked right past us without saying a word and drifted off across the lawn into the distance, with my eyes firmly on him the entire time.
By this point, Melinda was refocused on getting our groove on but I was totally unnerved by our homeless intruder. Although I watched him walk away, I had a strong feeling that Hobo Bob was still there in the bushes watching us. It was too dark to tell for sure but I swear I could see the outline of his two white shopping bags in the distance by a tree. Even still, Melinda was gung ho about getting our freak on but I just couldn’t do it. An audience might add to the moment, but the last thing I wanted to do was get caught with my pants down—literally—with Hobo Bob lurking in the darkness ready to slit our throats while we were, uh, distracted.
So I tapped Melinda on the ass and said, “Babe, I think that guy is still there and I ain’t trying to give him no show. Let’s just take this back to my crib.”
“Damn, you Hobo Bob,” she yelled out with a laugh. “I was gonna tear your ass up on this bench.”
“I know, babe, I know,” I sighed. “You’re such a sexy bitch right now.”
“What did you say?”
“Sorry, that just slipped out, I didn’t mean…”
“No, that’s okay. There’s something about how you said that that made me even wetter.”
“Oh, word. Say no more, we’re gonna try something different tonight. Let’s get out of here.”
“Anything you say, daddy.”
Fin.
So, what’s your fantasy? Have you ever had sex in the rain? Was it as sexy as it sounds? Have you ever had sex in public? Did you ever get caught in the act? If so, were you embarrassed or more turned on? Would you watch someone else have sex? Have you ever listened to your neighbors getting it in? Did it turn you on? Would you have sex on a balcony if no one could see you? Where’s the wildest place you’ve ever had sex?
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