Happy New Year- adventures in public sex

This is a fantasy. I don't want to spoil any surprises here, so I will give more details of where this story came from at the bottom of this post. Enjoy,
Is

I knew it was going to be a New Years eve/birthday celebration to remember. Brandon didn’t feel cheated at having his birthday fall on New Years Eve; he made the most of it. He got to be a very important guest at the biggest parties of the year, the birthday boy.

Brandon and I had gotten together when we met at a mutual friends bbq about six months before his last birthday. Our relationship was sex charged from the instant we met. I was attracted to the boy with the dark, almost black hair and the amazing green eyes from the moment I met him. When he was able to debate with me on subject ranging from modern art to gender politics all while expressing such an excited, optimistic view of the world I was thoroughly charmed. In the course of this conversation he expressed himself as a sensualist. He talked about only repressing himself when repression itself was the kink he was after. He said it so loudly and unashamedly. I was embarrassed and turned on by it all at once.

Friends drifted in and out of our conversation, but we stayed put, talking to each other throughout the night to the point that we were the central figures in the evening's gossip circles. I was increasingly interested in him, and I could sense that the feeling was mutual. The flirting was mixed with our conversation as we discussed topics like, what was hot in pornography and what had to go. Here I was telling a perfect stranger that I thought girl on girl porn should be sexy but wasn’t, that I’d love to direct such a film myself, that fetish videos made me hot. And the conversation felt so natural. Nothing was whispered, there were few hesitations. Such was Brandon’s magic. When we noticed we were amongst the last guests Brandon invited me to take a walk with him and I accepted.

He put out his hand to help me up from the low bench we’d been sitting on for hours and after I rose to my feet our hands stayed together. It was lovely walking slowly down the tree lined street on a warm night. We’d talked nonstop for hours and now we just walked in silence. All the talk of traveling and art and sex and living without inhibitions had me stirred up. I wanted to invite him to my place or to invite myself to his but I wasn’t sure how to do it, so we continued walking. We squeezed closer together and I could feel the tension as we both looked for a way to move this further along, while enjoying it immensely right where it was at. He was holding my hand, and petting my forearm with his other hand. We were about as close as we could get while continuing to move down the street. I spotted a bench in front of an old church. “Let’s have a seat.” I blurted out as I plopped myself down.

Brandon still had my hand, but he stayed standing. The look he was giving me told me he intended to kiss me and I’m sure he could see in my eyes that I was ready for him to do so. The intention was in the air, but nothing was happening, as we looked at each for an agonizing minute that felt like an hour. At last, he bent forward, I tilted my head up, his intense green eyes were looking into mine as our lips met. We’d let things build, and we’d grown hot enough that the kiss was the opening of the flood gates. We attacked each other. I pulled him to the bench, and sat him down, moved myself to straddle him, and never did our lips part. I explored his mouth with my tongue, as my one hand moved up and down his back pulling him to me and the other rested on the back of his head, pulling him forward, keeping his lips firmly pressed against mine. I felt myself grow wet instantly, more so when I felt his cock grow hard in his pants, pressing against my panties. I was dry humping like a high school girl worried her parents might catch her when suddenly I heard the sound of a skate board on the pavement, very close by.

“Whoa, sorry.” The embarrassed kid on the skate board exclaimed as he sped up to get past us. We looked at each other and laughed. I stood and pushed my skirt back down. I intended to invite Brandon to my apartment, just three blocks away, when I noticed a heavily planted courtyard. I stepped over the bench and grabbed Brandon’s hand pulling him along with me. I turned and leaned my back against the brick wall of the church. I felt adventurous and alive and ready to ravished, and to do a bit of ravishing myself.

Brandon paused to look me up and down. I wanted to live up to the words we’d exchanged. I stuck out my hip, bit my lips and raised my knee length black skirt, slowly showing off my thighs. I didn’t stop until I was flashing just touch of white cotton panties. My held the front of my skirt up with on hand and unbuttoned my sleeveless red blouse with the other, just enough to flash some cleavage. Brandon would see my bet, and raise me. He stepped in and placed his hand between my legs as he brought his lips to mine. He pressed his palm against my sex as his tongue parted my lips and teased the tip of my own tongue. With his palm pressed against my wet pussy, his fingers found the crack of my ass. Pressing, he slide his middle finger against my ass, and then pull forward until he was parting the lips of my cunt. I wanted my panties off. I wanted those fingers against me, inside me. Instead, Brandon moved his hands to my hips and then to my ass. He felt my ass, which has always been one of my own favorite features, round and firm. I pushed back against his hands, my breasts in turn pushing forward against his chest. He kissed my neck, my chest, my breasts. He folded down the edge of my bra just enough to reveal a pink nipple standing at attention. He sucked my nipple for a moment before continuing down my stomach, finishing the unbuttoning of my top as he went. His tongue teased my belly button.

I heard the skateboarder pass again and I my cheeks warmed with modesty as Brandon dropped to his knees, cupped his mouth over my pussy and breathed warm air through my panties. I melted. My hands found his head and my hips pushed forward. His tongue was now pushing my pussy lips apart through the fabric as he continued to warm me with his breath. He was going to make me come without even getting my panties off, but I wanted them off. I wanted to feel that tongue on me, and so I lifted my skirt even higher, pushed my panties down. Brandon followed my lead. He slid he hands into my waste band and ran them along my legs as he lowered my underwear past my thighs, knees, calves, ankles. I stood on tippy toes before stepping out of my panties, so enthralled was I with every inch of their removal.

Brandon’s hands went immediately to my thighs, pushing them apart, and he gave me what I craved. His tongues was not talented only in flirt and ranting. I felt him slide just inside of me, and if I doubted it before, I now new that I would not let him escape without penetrating me further, with his fingers and with his cock. But for now, my god did he make my pussy hot. I gyrated my hips like a young Elvis. I was fucking his mouth as much as he was eating my pussy. Occasionally, he’d push my hips against wall and move to a more delicate, teasing technique, sucking on my labia, kissing giving light flicks with his tongue, until it would feel to good and I’d shamelessly push my hips forward, pressing my wet sex against his mouth desperately.

And then he stopped abruptly. He lay on his back he looked up at me, motioning me with his finger to lower myself onto his mouth. This felt wonderfully nasty as I straddled him, my knees on either side of his head, my thighs against his cheeks. He reached up and clutched my thighs, and slid his tongue deep into me. I couldn’t believe how good if felt and I started to cum within minutes. I doubled over, pulling his hair and I heard a group of people walking by, just feet away as I failed to restrain a moan. I was still cumming as their steps slowed, then a giggle and they continued.

I raised myself to standing and looked down at Brandon, still on his back. He looked up at me, staring me in the eye, and with my eyes fixed on him he fixed his gaze between my legs. I held my skirt up and gave him a look. Then I knelt between his legs and pet the bulge in his jeans. I nibbled at his cock and even tried the warm breath trick he’d just so excellently employed on me. Then I unzipped his pants and freed his firm and quite impressive hard on. I kissed the tip of his cock while staring up him. With his hands behind his head raising his view, we were again staring into each other’s eyes as I licked his stiff dick from his balls to the head. I wrapped my lips around the shaft sideways and I gripped the base. Finally, I let go of his haze and I went to work taking his cock deep in my mouth. I sucked, licked, kissed and nibbled him beneath the star filled sky in the courtyard of that church until I could sure he was seconds from cumming in my mouth. I was torn between swallowing everything he could give me and finally having my pussy filled. I opted for the later. I took a condom from my purse and looking in his green eyes once more I tore it open and unrolled it on his shaft. I climbed on top, and slowly, slowly, lowered myself onto him, taking him inside me and inch at a time.

He was only about half way in me when I decided save a bit for the second act. I raised and lowered myself, up and down the pole, our eyes still locked. He ran his hands up my thighs and over my hips and waist and back again. I leaned forward enough to let him cup my breasts which he squeezed together, his thumbs teasing over my nipples. It didn’t take much to bring him back to the verge of cumming. As he started to moan and push his hips up, I took him in just a tiny bit more with each thrust until finally I felt my clit pressing against the hard mound above his cock. I was grinding happily in place when Brandon decided suddenly it was time. Grabbing my shoulders he swiftly and amazingly gracefully spun me off of him and onto my back. He rolled on top of me, and looking into my eyes with the most intensity yet, he started to fuck me hard. I wrapped my legs around him, and hung on as he slammed his cock into me again and again. I was moaning loud enough to be heard for blocks, cumming in wild rolling orgasm when I felt him at last push all the way into me and groan, his cock pulsing against the walls of my pussy. We had continued to look each other in the eye through the entire experience.

I liked Brandon so much, too much to let him be just a fantastic fuck. I was pleased to find out that he was sweet and sincere and he became my boyfriend. We continued our sexual adventures. I bought a prom dress for ten bucks from a thrift store, and put it on for him. He scored with the prom queen as I fulfilled one of his fantasies raising the dress up and pissing on his chest and stomach and cock as he stroked himself off. He came instantly. He tied me up, fucked me with a vibrator, and slid his fingers, tongue and eventually his cock into my ass. We explored together, pushing every boundary, but doing so carefully and playfully.

So, when New Years came around, and I asked Brandon what he’d like for his birthday, his answer of “An extreme sexual experience” struck me as particularly challenging. But I was determined to rise to the challenge.

With enough advanced notice I was able to book us a room in downtown San Francisco. We headed into the city early to avoid the crazy traffic and we spent the day shopping. The shopping was a bigger part of Brandon's evening then he knew, but he caught on pretty quickly. With his help I selected a pair of tiny shorts with garters to hold up my stockings. I bought a corset style top that revealed my belly and pushed up my breasts. Lastly Brandon, who I adore for having such excellent taste, chose a pair of black shoes with very high heels. They looked like they could've come from a 1940's fetish image, with straps wrapping around my ankles. I couldn't resist sneaking my hand to my boyfriends lap to feel his cock growing hard just from seeing the items he'd selected hanging over my arm. I'd brought several wigs, and the choices he made would be best suited by a black page boy that was one of my favorites. I left the store wearing the outfit we'd just purchased, plus a sheer black dress shirt for some minor semblance of modesty. The wig was still packed in the trunk of our car, but my long blonde locks and red lipstick made for a lovely contrast.

Seeing me in this outfit would be enough to have Brandon chomping at the bit, but seeing me strutting about on the street, garnering attention from every man and woman that passed put him in the mood to skip all of my well laid plans and head straight to our room. No. He would have to wait.

December in SF is not a warm affair, but the sun was out and it wasn't unbearably cold. The advantage was that the skin I was revealing stood out even more than it might have otherwise. I licked my lips, and gave bedroom eyes to men in suits to draw even more of their attention. I may have over done it with the man who stopped to find out just what I may have been offering. With Brandon a few step behind me, I leaned forward and put my hands on the good looking stranger’s shoulders to steady myself. I kissed his mouth and felt his hands run lightly up his sides and back down, settling on my ass. As I kissed his face around his lips, I lifted one hand from his shoulders and squeezed his cock; as I'd suspected he was rock hard. I continued on my way, leaving him to adjust him self. He appeared embarrassed, but I doubt he'd have traded the experience for anything in the world.

I looked over my shoulder and Brandon gave me a devilish grin that told me he more than approved. Three young men practically fell down as they passed me. "Damn" one of them muttered involuntarily.

I sat with Brandon and had coffee in this outfit. We shopped for sex toys at Good Vibrations. We ate lunch at a vegan restaurant called Herbivore, sitting outside on the sidewalk. Brandon endured hours of teasing while we toured out favorite SF spots. As I slid my sexy shoes up and down the inside of his leg, and ate my lunch slowly, giving my sweetheart a voyeuristic thrill with every forkful that slid past my lips Brandon uttered the first word he'd managed since leaving the first shop. "You're driving me fucking nuts."

I leaned forward and pronounced my words carefully and slowly. "Sweet, I am all yours. So long as we stay in public. I will take your cock in my mouth, cunt, hands, or ass anytime. Would you like me suck you off right now?"

His eyes grew wide. His jaw dropped and then he smiled, and laughed. "Oh you're good."

At this point the waitress brought us our check, and a lipstick kissed napkin with her phone number on it. I advised Brandon to hang onto it as I paid our bill.

Leaving the cafe, my lover now clued in to the rules of the game, I played up my interactions with strangers more, and as people were readying for the coming celebration they played back. I was danced with, propositioned, and a beautiful roller-skating red head named Jane gave me a glorious deep kiss and felt me up before hurrying to catch up with her wildly cheering friends. In between these exchanges I rubbed up against my sweetheart, being careful to assure that he was enjoying the play. He was. In fact, he was thrilled, and turned on, and he encouraged me to continue.

We stopped for drinks at a crowded bar where I had many drinks poured and passed my way. I blushed and honestly couldn't believe the response I was getting. I felt like the sexiest woman alive. In the dark and crowed confines of the bar my aroused man was gaining courage. He started to feel me up a bit. I danced with him, pressing my body up against his, and I could feel his erection pressing back. I squeezed his cock through his pants and slid my hand from base to head. He allowed me. While we were in a crowed, we were hardly anonymous, not with my outfit. A whooping, laughing crowd pushed thought he front door, it was Jane, with her roller skates and her friends, one of whom pointed me out to her with a giggle. Jane skated through the crowd and asked if she could cut in.

Had this been my birthday, Jane and I would have given Brandon a show and he'd have loved it, but it was his big day and so I told her she could not cut in, but was welcome to join in. She then noticed my grip on Brandon's cock. "It's my boyfriend birthday." I explained.

"Happy birthday, handsome." Jane greeted Brandon, before leaning into kiss him, while I continued to stroke his cock. I'd been so full of courage which increased with the encouragement of strangers throughout the day, but the truth is I was now scared to death, as I lowered myself to my knees and lifted the birthday boy's shirt, kissing his belly, my hand still gripping his hard prick. The crowd immediately around us was facing us now, definitely enjoying a show. Jane had both hands on the back of Brandon's head and they were making out fiercely. 'It's now or never.' I though to myself as I tugged down his zipper. I took one last look around and saw that at least two other couples were now making out hot and heavy. I maneuvered Brandon's large, rock hard cock through the fly of his boxers and through the fly of his pants. I took him between my dark red lips, and sucked his cock there on the dance floor. I was feverish with the thrill and fear of what I was doing.

Jane, still kissing my man, was squeezed in tight next to me and I slid my free hand up her smooth bare thigh to her tiny skating shorts. When I reached between her legs I realized Brandon's hand was already there, down the front of her shorts, his fingers sliding forward and back. She clung to him for support, he legs apart, her mouth breathing heavily into his as he fucked her with his fingers. Jane's involvement was an added treat I couldn't have planned or even imagined.

Becoming more relaxed I realized I wasn't about to be arrested or kicked out. It also occurred to me that it didn't make a difference if I was, I may as well give it my all. I was more demonstrative. I licked my lover’s shaft, showing his cock to the world. I slid him sideways between my lips, mouthing one side of his cock and then the other.

Much to my surprise, Jane joined me. She dropped to her knees, kissed my face and then took his cock from me, into her mouth. She bobbed her head up and down on his cock two or three times and then took his cock out and stroked it. I'd gently worked Brandon's balls out and I kissed and lick them while Jane stroked him off, stopping ever so often to take him into her mouth for another few thrusts. I felt his balls constrict and I sensed that he was close to coming. I took his cock from Jane, who was circling the tip with her tongue. I took him deep into my mouth, pushed my tongue up against the bottom of his shaft and did a steady and firm stroke with my mouth taking his cock deep in, and then out to the tip. Jane's hands were cupping my breasts and she was kissing my neck as I tasted the cum flowing hard and fast into my mouth. I swallowed quickly, squeezing my lover’s balls. His hands were holding tight to the back of my head, his hips pushed all the way forward as his cock pulsed. When he was at last spent, Jane and I rose to our feet. She gave us each another kiss and skated off. The crowd, which now featured a number of couple following our lead, gave up a cheer.

Brandon and I held hands, and walked from the bar towards our car in amazed silence. His birthday present was just beginning. We reached the car, and I put on my wig and did the best I could with my make up in the passenger seat as Brandon drove us to The Castro district where the streets were already filling with people ready to bring in the New Year.

Brandon had worn his long trench coat and pushed up behind me and wrapped it around me as it was getting cold out with the sun dropping. The street party was a blast. Drag queens on stilts, all combination of men and women and men and men and women and women were kissing and dancing and running about. There were bottles of wine and beer being passed around by strangers. We soaked it all in, but we were also focused on each other. We'd just had such and amazing experience together and though we were still buzzing from it, we knew there was more ahead of us. I had my ass, still clad in my tiny shorts, pushed up against Brandon’s lap and once again his cock had grown hard and pushed back against me.

The wine and my lover’s body were warming me up, and as the party around us got increasingly intense I wanted to continue with my lover’s birthday present. I unfastened the garter belts from my shorts as Brandon and I stopped to stare in amazement at a couple fucking right there on the street. She was bent over, clutching a sign pole being fucked by a man wearing nothing but a harness. Her black leather shirts was up, and her small perky breasts stuck out about the corset she was wearing. She had a beautiful body but it was her face that turned me on the most. Her mouth was open and she was loving being fucked, seemingly oblivious to the crowd cheering around her.

As we watched this spectacle of public sex, I slid my shorts off. Brandon's coat didn't quite reach far enough to cover me completely and I felt exposed, though so far nobody other than Brandon appeared to notice. He was harder than ever, and pushing his cock forward into my ass as the couple against the pole continued to fuck the crowd now pushing closer. I was teetering on the edge of a cliff, as the coat fell open and Brandon’s hands held my breasts. I decided to take the plunge. I stepped forward, out of his coat completely, and gripped the pole just above where the other woman was gripping it. She looked at me with her eyelids heavy and her lips trembling as I bent forward with my high heels spread far apart. I pushed my ass out, and waited for my man.

As Brandon stepped forward and unzipped his pants, pulling out his cock, the crowd around us went crazy. There were people climbing on top of newspaper racks to see the action. I felt my love slide his cock into me. The foreplay inherent in the act and we went right to the hard, fast fucking that we both needed.

I had my eyes closed and was surprised to hear a whisper in my ear. "May we pet you?" I opened my eyes and saw that the other had apparently finished and now stood ready to stroke and pet us. I nodded yes, I was breathing to heavy to say anything.

My lover’s hands were gripping my hips and now two sets of hands belonging to strangers ran up and down my legs, over my ass, underneath me to stroke my belly and breasts. My nipples were pinched; my jaw was clutched holding my head in place as Brandon continued to drive his cock into me. Finally the lovely woman slid her hands down my belly, between my legs and pressed firmly against my clit. She held her finger against me steady and I began to cum. I opened my eyes and saw the crowd cheering me on. One man had his cock out and was stroking himself as he watched. I was cumming loudly and with my whole body as the two strangers kept me standing. It was all my man could bear and I felt him cum inside me as he pushed up against my ass. He would slow down and then another pump would have him coming again. I was done cumming, but loving feeling my lover get off so thoroughly. The stranger slid her hand from my clit and I knew she was moving toward Brandon's balls which she clutched as he gave one last thrust and finally he was spent.

The embarrassment and exhilaration set back in as I stood and turned toward the birthday boy. I wrapped my hands around him and buried my face in his neck as the crowd gave their biggest cheer yet and then continued moving on down the street. "You were lovely." he whispered in my ear.

"Happy birthday sweetheart." I whispered back. The woman from the other couple silently pressed a card with her picture and phone number into my hand and they disappeared into the crowd.

Now there is the small matter of how to top this next year!

As I said, this is a fantasy, but it's based on a real experience. I was in SF on New Years and I did indeed see two couple fucking each other on the street, in the middle of a crowd. I got hot watching, and I would have loved to have joined them. I wasn't quite that brave, but I did grab my lover and fuck him in an alley, where we weren't exactly hidden. Baby steps. Maybe next year I'll take on two men while riding down the street atop a parade float. Thanks for reading. Love,
Is