I’d always felt like I was meant to live a different life than the one I was living. It’s not that I didn’t like my life, because I really did, but something inside of me begged to be set free all of the time. My inner sex monster, if you will. I was always horny. Always. I wasn’t addicted to sex in the bad sense of a ‘sex addict’, I just fucking loved feeling sexy and cumming. Is that so bad?
My favourite secret sexy activity was to put a vibrator inside of me and go for a walk while I listened to hot steamy erotica. I’d pass people on the sidewalk and simply smile as I heard something like, “You like my hard cock in your tight wet pussy?” whispered in my ears. It was exhilarating. I’d let my thoughts wander and imagine someone somehow knowing what I was listening to and inviting me to their backyard for some fun. Obviously, that was never going to happen because I was using headphones and how was someone supposed to just know? If only it were that easy…
One day I was feeling extra sexy and threw on some lingerie under my rain jacket. That was all I decided to wear on my walk since it was raining. My nipples were already hard at the thought and the cool breeze made them stick out even more. I found a hot steamy story to listen to and took off down the street. It started to rain which somehow made in between my thighs even more wet too… Wouldn’t it be amazing to have a stranger fuck me right now?! I thought to myself.
The first story ended and had made me crave more. I scrolled and found an audio story about an orgy, my favourite. I’ve never had the pleasure of attending one, but it’s one of my biggest fantasies. I get so wet at the thought of many hands on my body.
Needless to say, I was incredibly wet and horny when I returned from my walk. I decided to sit down on the back deck. I didn’t think I’d see anyone since it was raining, but the slight movement of my neighbour sitting on his deck caught my attention. As usual, he was shirtless and his pants were incredibly low around his hips. I swear, one wrong movement and his dick was going to just fall out. I sometimes (ok all of the time) wished it would.
My jacket had a double zipper so I slipped it open from the bottom, letting my legs fall open in the direction of my neighbour. This wasn’t like me. Yes, I loved the thought of this, but I had never let myself be free enough to go for it.
I couldn’t tell if he was trying to play it cool or if he didn’t see me. If I was going to do this, I couldn’t half-ass it. I had made it that far and decided I was going to say “fuck it”. I shoved my knees further away from each other to reveal more of my pussy. The lingerie didn’t cover up much. His hand grazed over his crotch then rested on top of his growing dick. I felt like I had cast my line and it was time to reel him in.
I looked around and thought I saw a curtain move in another house. The more the merrier I thought. This was my dream come true. I loved the idea of people cumming as they watched me please myself. I just crossed my fingers that I didn’t have any prudes for neighbours.
When my thoughts found their way back I looked over to see my neighbour with his huge rock-hard dick in his hands. He was slowly stroking himself and I could see he was eager for more. I unzipped my jacket completely and let it fall to the sides. My huge tits were now fully exposed. I was thrilled and so turned on. I used one hand to tease my nipples and the other to tease my clit. Before I knew it, I was easily slipping my middle finger in and out of my pussy. He was keeping his strokes to the same rhythm. I couldn’t remember the last time I had been this turned on. It looked like the same might be true for him.
I picked up the pace. One hand started rubbing my clit, while the other used two fingers to pump my dripping cunt. I imagined his hard cock inside of me, going so deep inside. He had both hands wrapped around himself and was ever so slightly twisting while he rubbed up and down. It was hard to see from my distance, but I could tell he was more than big… my pussy ached at the thought.
I slipped a third finger inside of myself and kept a steady pulse. I yanked my boobs out from behind the lace of my lingerie and they freely bounced every time my hand crashed against my crotch. It was hard to keep quiet, but I knew the rain would drown out my quiet moans. The only problem was that I had a hard time being quiet…
I could feel his eyes all over my body, taking it all in. I could feel myself revving up toward my climax. My sweet juices had been pouring down enough for me to slowly slip a finger in my ass. I swear I saw him throw his head back. I knew we were both close. We began pumping faster. At first, we were together, but soon we both began thrusting, and rubbing, and stroking as furiously as we could. I couldn’t take it any longer and I released all control, submitting to the shaking and rumbling from the most intense orgasm I had ever felt. I shook until it slowly turned into small twitches and then I was still for a minute. My eyes were closed as I mustered up the energy to slowly pull my jacket over my tired dripping body. When I finally opened my eyes and looked, my neighbour was gone. Just the chair he once sat on remained on the deck.
Had I dreamt it? There’s no way. I had imagined things like that before, but it’s never felt that incredible. Maybe this was the push I needed to finally release myself of my old life, and embrace my overwhelming sensual side. Only time will tell.
As I walked inside I caught the eye of a woman in her kitchen, sitting on a chair with a direct view of my backyard. She winked and I somehow knew that my little horny erotica walks were no longer going to suffice…
