Warehouse Quickie [MF] [Public] | 2016

Back with another public sex story. Check my post history for my previous stories. Synopsis: we were a very horny couple, myself with a penchant for public sex and skilled at turning Adam on to the idea – though prior to the time of this story, we hadn’t yet had sex in public. Brief description; 5’ 7”, long, wavy hair, D cup breasts and a small perky ass.

We’d just started our relationship, about three or four months in, and were on a midweek date; dinner, drinks, then home, as we both had work and school the next day. I wouldn’t be going back to his, as our respective institutions were close to our homes, and it’d be a hassle to stay over. During dinner, I drank 3 cocktails and downed a plethora of shots. I was buzzed, to say the least.

Because the relationship was still sort of new, Adam and I were way less adventurous at this point than we were in my other posts. I didn’t yet recognize that the feeling I had building in me, the aching, warm sensation between my legs, would build outrageously as the night wore on. I was just having a good time with my guy. Dinner was merry, and we left the restaurant full of alcohol and cheer around 9 PM.

Something about me; alcohol truly brings out the slut in me, which, as I mentioned, I was also just beginning to discover. So in retrospect, it wasn’t surprising that as Adam and I were strolling the streets, we were pausing often to grab each other and exchange a kiss. Yes, we were that annoying tipsy couple. It was clear from his bulge and my clinginess that we were both exceedingly horny, but being so early in the relationship, neither of us knew how to proceed past rubbing and making out, much to the disgust of fellow pedestrians. We got tired of bumping into people and the snide comments, and ended up tucked in a corner next to a closed shop, my back against a wall, Adam gripping my ass as he shoved his tongue into my mouth. I slipped my hands under his tee shirt, wanting to feel the hair on his chest. He ran his hands up my sides and then to my tits, undoing my shirt a couple buttons to expose more of me. I was very into it, moaning and pressing my chest closer. I wanted more. I was nervous about how much more I wanted, what Adam would think of me when he realized how much I wanted his cock inside of me in the next five minutes. Luckily, the alcohol aided in my decision making – my mind rationalized it as, I was wet, he was hard, we both wanted it. I decided to just make the move, and deal with what he thought of me after. But this street was not the place.

I gently detached myself from him and, casting my eyes around, I saw a large metal door across the road that looked to be ajar. I could see a dim yellow light on inside, which was what drew my attention, as the area wasn’t well lit at all. I wordlessly grabbed Adam’s hand and crossed the road. Upon reaching the door and cautiously pushing it open, we saw it was a warehouse, huge crates and boxes stacked everywhere. We entered and shut the door, and Adam was shaking his head as he smiled disbelievingly at me, cornering me so my legs were pressed against a crate that had a stack of dusty newspapers resting on top. My pulse leapt.

His hands were on me in a split second, unbuttoning my shirt, spreading it, then undoing my strapless bra which was thrown onto the floor. My chest was bare, and he was thumbing my nipples lightly. I was moaning and grinding myself against his thigh, which was inserted between my legs. My fingers fluttered to the button of my jeans, anxious to get them off me. I knew what I wanted, and my inebriated state made me go after it. Adam’s hands dropped off me and he stepped back as I bent to pull the jeans off my legs – I could tell he was shocked. I knew he thought it would just be heavy petting. He didn’t know I was this type of girl, and to be fair, I didn’t either at this point. But I clearly had other plans, and as stunned as he was, he recovered quickly and began working on his own pants as I straightened up, clad in my open shirt, panties and heels. In my tipsy state, it was easier for me to communicate my need for cock by bending at the waist in front of him, my legs spread, shifting my panties to the side and exposing myself to him – a move I’d not yet had the courage to do, but seemed perfect in this situation. With my heels on it was the perfect height for him to line up his cock and push himself slowly into my insanely wet pussy, after spending a longer than usual time fumbling with the condom. He held on to my hips as he began thrusting, simultaneously supporting me and using me to pull back on to his cock.

This position proved difficult to keep up after two minutes; he kept his cock in me and guided me to the stack of crates, where I bent over and used the crates to support myself. That’s when he truly began thrusting. My eyes rolled back, my mouth was open as he fucked me hard and fast. I slid a hand into the front of my panties and rubbed my clit to an orgasm, shuddering as he fucked me through it, never slowing his pace. He was intent on cumming, and I loved the sensations he was giving me with his fast, deep thrusts. I felt like I was being used, which I now know is something I really like. It was exhilarating. Adam was breathing heavily, and it echoed in the quiet warehouse, punctuated by my breathy moans. He groaned when he came, plunging himself deep into me, filling up the condom. He was out of breath and sweaty. I was very satisfied.

My bra was retrieved from a corner, but stayed off as it was covered in dust. I have no idea if anyone was in the warehouse with us or not; it was quite a large place, and neither of us thought to check it out in the heat of the moment; after, we just got dressed quickly and left. We were both satisfied though, and when I got home, I masturbated in the shower replaying it in my head.

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