I want to know where you orgasmed.

I went swimming today, on my way home I got a little horny and started rubbing my pussy through my swimming suit bottoms. I had to have more. Still driving I took off my bottoms and spread the towel across my lap, put my foot up on the door next to the mirror and began rubbing my clit. It's a fairly busy road so quite a few people went by me as I was rubbing my clit furiously. Came so fast and so much. I wanna do it again
 
Only interesting out of the ordinary place

Back of a pick-up truck, on a pile of blankets in the middle of the summer, driving down to the Jersey Shore, on the Garden State Parkway. My buddy and his girl were in the truck cab, me and my girl were in the back, and we just could not resist.
 
I went swimming today, on my way home I got a little horny and started rubbing my pussy through my swimming suit bottoms. I had to have more. Still driving I took off my bottoms and spread the towel across my lap, put my foot up on the door next to the mirror and began rubbing my clit. It's a fairly busy road so quite a few people went by me as I was rubbing my clit furiously. Came so fast and so much. I wanna do it again

I need to swim with you!!!
 
I need to swim with you!!!

I really did end up driving around again and masturbating. Came twice. Tere was this boy walking along the road. I didn't see him and because I was alone I was moaning very loudly. I stopped moaning when I saw him, but I think he heard me because he was staring straight as me as I was driving by.
 
I went swimming today, on my way home I got a little horny and started rubbing my pussy through my swimming suit bottoms. I had to have more. Still driving I took off my bottoms and spread the towel across my lap, put my foot up on the door next to the mirror and began rubbing my clit. It's a fairly busy road so quite a few people went by me as I was rubbing my clit furiously. Came so fast and so much. I wanna do it again

Hmmmm... I wanna go for a ride with you! :devil:
 
Several years back, my (now ex-) girlfriend and I were going along a small nature walk around 8 at night. As we were leaning on a dock looking out over a small lake, I slipped my hands down her skirt and fingered her until she came. Since it was cold, she had on my jacket, which kept all of the families and couples walking by from seeing what we were doing. To them, it just looked like I had my arms around her waist.

A few weeks later, we climbed into the backseat of my truck and went at it while in a Best Buy parking lot in the middle of the day.
 
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most public: train from london to amsterdam. It was nothing more than a sensual soak, no humping, she was laying in my lap with a blanket over us.
a beach in canada.
various rest stops, one in colorado we had the place to ourselves, so we did it outside, doggy with her grabbing the post of the pavilion thing, we thought it'd be nice to watch the sun set into the canyon as we fucked. Then a camper drove by but didnt stop at the reststop/senic overlook thing.
A few hotsprings, trailheads and campsites. Some private, some pretty out in the open and public, one time in the hotsprings we were fuckin and another couple we didnt know was fuckin too.

most private: 220 feet underground in a mine.
 
It can be very fun, a few guys can't handle it though. Depending on the guy I don't hold back at all. It can be quite fun.

I've orgasmed while driving, but I doubt quite as...freely as you. Was night time for starters, and the windows were closed :rolleyes:
 
Hmmm...... Probably the most public orgasm I've had was in the back seat of a cab in downtown Chicago in the middle of the afternoon. My (then) girlfriend and I had been flirting all day, and on the way back to our hotel, we mutually decided that we'd had enough. After I had rubbed her to a nice little orgasm, she decided to one-up me by getting me to cum in her mouth. We'd been pretty subtle at first, but the cabbie was totally getting a show towards the end. ;)

That was actually a wild trip. There were quite a few public orgasms (mostly hers, though I added a few to the mix). The top of the Hancock building, a deserted nook in a museum, in an elevator...... Wow. Good memories. :D
 
The most public place I ever came was on a peak hour train. And it was not at my instigation. The area between the doors on the train was packed so tight you couldn’t even see your own feet very few people could reach any of the handrails to hold on and if it wasn’t for the tightly packed bodies, the swaying of the train would have knocked me over. I felt a light touch between my thighs from behind and initially thought it was simply someone’s baggage touching me. The touch got a little firmer and I tried to wiggle away from it but there wasn’t anywhere to wiggle to. My wiggling only seemed to make the touch firmer and I realised it was a hand. I couldn’t turn to see who it was and even if I could have turned there wouldn’t have been any way to see down to connect the hand to correct person. The hand continued to stroke against the gusset of my pantihose. I was shocked, embarrassed and confused as to what to do. Wiggling only made the hand move faster and the owner of the hand had to be aware that it had made me wet very fast. I was blushing and embarrassed but too turned on to do anything to protest and the first station that we would stop at was 25 minutes away as this was a fast minimal stop train. I couldn’t get my hands down to the hand on my pussy without the risk of losing my handbag. And honestly it just felt too good. I came hard leaning against some poor fellow in a suit in front of me. I think my knees would have given out had it not been for the pressure of all the bodies. The hand withdrew and when the train stopped at the station I tried to try and get some clue to the identity of the owner of the hand. Looking for a grinning face, a wet hand, shifty eyes anything that would give away the lurker but saw nothing out of the ordinary. I honestly don’t know what I would have done if I had found the owner of that hand I mean he was in fact a criminal (at least I think it was a he)I think I would have found it very difficult to prosecute someone for making me cum. Perhaps it was wrong not to report it, the next person it was attempted on may not have been so fortunate and I just let it slide. To this day thinking about it is one of my favourite spurs to masturbation.
 
The most public place I ever came was on a peak hour train. And it was not at my instigation. The area between the doors on the train was packed so tight you couldn’t even see your own feet very few people could reach any of the handrails to hold on and if it wasn’t for the tightly packed bodies, the swaying of the train would have knocked me over. I felt a light touch between my thighs from behind and initially thought it was simply someone’s baggage touching me. The touch got a little firmer and I tried to wiggle away from it but there wasn’t anywhere to wiggle to. My wiggling only seemed to make the touch firmer and I realised it was a hand. I couldn’t turn to see who it was and even if I could have turned there wouldn’t have been any way to see down to connect the hand to correct person. The hand continued to stroke against the gusset of my pantihose. I was shocked, embarrassed and confused as to what to do. Wiggling only made the hand move faster and the owner of the hand had to be aware that it had made me wet very fast. I was blushing and embarrassed but too turned on to do anything to protest and the first station that we would stop at was 25 minutes away as this was a fast minimal stop train. I couldn’t get my hands down to the hand on my pussy without the risk of losing my handbag. And honestly it just felt too good. I came hard leaning against some poor fellow in a suit in front of me. I think my knees would have given out had it not been for the pressure of all the bodies. The hand withdrew and when the train stopped at the station I tried to try and get some clue to the identity of the owner of the hand. Looking for a grinning face, a wet hand, shifty eyes anything that would give away the lurker but saw nothing out of the ordinary. I honestly don’t know what I would have done if I had found the owner of that hand I mean he was in fact a criminal (at least I think it was a he)I think I would have found it very difficult to prosecute someone for making me cum. Perhaps it was wrong not to report it, the next person it was attempted on may not have been so fortunate and I just let it slide. To this day thinking about it is one of my favourite spurs to masturbation.

what would you have done in this situation?
 
what would you have done in this situation?

Damn. Good question, and hard to answer (particularly as a guy). Either sit back and enjoy the ride or start tazing everyone within arms reach. It'd be hard to do anything in between.
 
Damn. Good question, and hard to answer (particularly as a guy). Either sit back and enjoy the ride or start tazing everyone within arms reach. It'd be hard to do anything in between.

Glad to know that somebody else would be equally conflicted as I was.
 
that is a tough one switch and I would agree that some law had to have been broken by him putting his hand on you, it was too difficult to identify the person.

I had a similar situation at a concert where the place was so crowded we couldn't move and I happened to be right behind a very attractive woman. Well without even trying I was right up against her butt and when the music started and she was dancing well I became very hard. Unfortunately I didn't orgasm though as I guess she didn't like it and moved plua ahe had pants on which was a bummer too.
 
I think that I really would have enjoyed doing that if the woman was clearly willing. That's the key.

while I was clearly enjoying it I don't think you could say I was actually willing to start with.
Enjoyment doesn't necessarily equal consent. But I have to say in hindsight if I had known and been given the option I probably would have consented.
 
I think that I really would have enjoyed doing that if the woman was clearly willing. That's the key.

while I was clearly enjoying it I don't think you could say I was actually willing to start with.
Enjoyment doesn't necessarily equal consent. But I have to say in hindsight if I had known and been given the option I probably would have consented.
 
while I was clearly enjoying it I don't think you could say I was actually willing to start with.
Enjoyment doesn't necessarily equal consent. But I have to say in hindsight if I had known and been given the option I probably would have consented.

Yes, i would have been very careful about having you give me clear signs that you wanted it. I have done this a little before, though not nearly as far as this guy, and there have been a couple of times where I have "accidently" brushed my hand against a woman's butt where she pushed into me and it was unmistakable. This would be a clear sign.
 
Yes, i would have been very careful about having you give me clear signs that you wanted it. I have done this a little before, though not nearly as far as this guy, and there have been a couple of times where I have "accidently" brushed my hand against a woman's butt where she pushed into me and it was unmistakable. This would be a clear sign.

the clear sign that he had was a very wet pussy
 
The most public place I ever came was on a peak hour train. And it was not at my instigation. The area between the doors on the train was packed so tight you couldn’t even see your own feet very few people could reach any of the handrails to hold on and if it wasn’t for the tightly packed bodies, the swaying of the train would have knocked me over. I felt a light touch between my thighs from behind and initially thought it was simply someone’s baggage touching me. The touch got a little firmer and I tried to wiggle away from it but there wasn’t anywhere to wiggle to. My wiggling only seemed to make the touch firmer and I realised it was a hand. I couldn’t turn to see who it was and even if I could have turned there wouldn’t have been any way to see down to connect the hand to correct person. The hand continued to stroke against the gusset of my pantihose. I was shocked, embarrassed and confused as to what to do. Wiggling only made the hand move faster and the owner of the hand had to be aware that it had made me wet very fast. I was blushing and embarrassed but too turned on to do anything to protest and the first station that we would stop at was 25 minutes away as this was a fast minimal stop train. I couldn’t get my hands down to the hand on my pussy without the risk of losing my handbag. And honestly it just felt too good. I came hard leaning against some poor fellow in a suit in front of me. I think my knees would have given out had it not been for the pressure of all the bodies. The hand withdrew and when the train stopped at the station I tried to try and get some clue to the identity of the owner of the hand. Looking for a grinning face, a wet hand, shifty eyes anything that would give away the lurker but saw nothing out of the ordinary. I honestly don’t know what I would have done if I had found the owner of that hand I mean he was in fact a criminal (at least I think it was a he)I think I would have found it very difficult to prosecute someone for making me cum. Perhaps it was wrong not to report it, the next person it was attempted on may not have been so fortunate and I just let it slide. To this day thinking about it is one of my favourite spurs to masturbation.

Wow!!
 
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