ohioboy73's blog post - Hottest Place for Sex

A few years back, I was dating a nymphomaniac. Wonderful woman, a teacher, but we just didn't click.

Anyhow, she'd always had a fantasy to have sex in a public place.

So one Sunday morning, we got up and headed outside of town to this little park down by the river. It was out in the country and a great place to go birding and - well - get it on.

We thought on Sunday morning it would be pretty empty, but we both wore "quick" get away clothes just in case.

We got out to the park and everything seemed pretty quiet, so we nervously drifted along a couple of the trails looking for a place that we could comfortably enjoy ourselves with a nice view of the Sandusky River and the walking trails in case a passer-by happened along.

She was so horny from the thought of this fantasy coming true, that she wasn't interested in foreplay, but rather just a good hard session. She spotted the tree with the limb that hung down at just the right level for their little foray into outdoor fucking.

I quickly slid my shorts down to my knees and she pulled the edge of her shorts aside to give me access to her hot shaved box. I easily slid my six-inches of pole into her waiting box and proceeded to giver her a slow but solid pounding. I couldn't help but to feel the first orgasim building in my balls. Knowing that I was able to shoot two times without going soft, I just emptied my first load into her hungry boosh.

As I started on round two, I used a finger on her clit to trigger her first orgasim. As we both began to near our second orgasims, we heard voices on the trail about 20-feet away. Knowing that there were people this close sent us both over the edge in a near simultanious orgasim.

With the orgasim gone, the voices turned to "danger" and my penis quickly retreated back to its flacid state and I jerked my shorts up. She glanced over her shoulder to see who was coming down the trail and it was the local Cub Scout group - including several of her students. We had enough time to kneel down and begin picking up leaves and other assorted "woodsy" material. She came up with a good story about collecting items for their class the next week.

But there was one Den Mother that just looked at us and grinned in a knowing way, but more on that later.