Game - private question, public answer

when it first enters, its warm and has a little (just a tad!) spongy feel... after some action and at its peak, there's a release that is usually sooo sweet... yummy! ;)
 
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Well, there was this one time where I gave the woman oral sex in the middle of the park at the lake on a picnic table - though it was about 9 PM and dark at the time. The way she returned the favor afterward was fun. We were still at the park and she took me by the hand to the band stand area - one of those brilliantly lit old-style concert band areas for public concerts by the community band.

She led me to the back of the stage area railing and face the lake. Then she went away. I heard her or but could not see her in the darkness. Then I could make out her shape in front of me. Because the band stand area was elevated, she had moved around and got into the shrubs in front of me. The height differential was perfect and she unzipped me and pulled out my cock. Her face was the perfect height as we both stood there. Me bathed in the bright light of the area and her in the darkness of the night. No one could see what was happening to me as long as I stood facing that direction. She took her sweet time and was very gentle and loving. It was perfect.
 
I remember when I was in a brass band many years ago. I was dating the soprano cornet player.

Well once at a concert during a break we were sat in the bar area having a drink, she was sitting on my knee. After a bit of wriggling she had made me very hard.
She reached under herself and while still talking to all our friends around us, she slipped me out of my trousers and into her. During the conversations she kept laughing and joking each time wriggling her hips or rising slightly and slamming down.
Due to the situation neither of us lasted long and to hide her moans she turned and passionately kissed me.

Later in the concert she had a solo and had to stand in front of the band to play, she had a very obvious wet spot on the back of her skirt. As you can imagine, we were the topic of discussion at the next practice night
 
slowly put my fork down, and inconspicuously wipe it, while paying rapt attention to the speaker.
 
Yes I have. I was in a local community play where my GF was the lead. The show had me giving the last line of the play. The line came after she said, "So, what do we do now?" My line was "Now? We kiss...and the lights go out." So the last thing the audience saw was us kissing as the show lights faded.

I surprised her at one performance by prearranging a special ending. Instead of immediately doing my last line, I dropped to a knee and showed her a ring. I proposed before her line of, "So, now what do we do?" She said her line, bewildered, and I got up and gave MY last line.

She was surprised.
 
They were made aware of the exact nature of it the following band practice. Someone chose to ask loudly what the stain on her skirt had been.

I suppose I was annoyed, a very intimate moment, all be it very public, had become a focal point for humour in the band.

The relationship ended not much after that. The girl in question though does cross my mind often, she was my first red head.
 
She and I were on a night train between Toronto and Ottawa. Resting her head sweetly on my shoulder we cuddled with my jacket spread across us as a blanket. The other passengers in the darkened rail car were snoozing or reading, this was in a time before smart phones.
I kissed her forehead and then her lips as she snuggled closer. She pulled away from me bitting her bottom lip, a devilish look in her eye as she slid her hand slowly up my leg. She unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans as the attendant walked down the aisle. It required a bit of subtle squirming but in moments my now throbbing cock was in her hand.
She stroked my cock and her eyes were lit with the joy of teasing me. As I tried to slide my hand between her thighs and to my complete surprise, she bent her head down and took me into her mouth. My heart was racing as I divided my time between enjoying the feeling of my cock pressing against the back of her throat and the thrill of being caught.
The moment didn't last as she pulled herself back up and scanning the car, she got up and motioned me to follow her. As quickly as I could, and admitedly with some difficulty, I managed to get my cock back into my pants and followed her to the back of the car where she had entered the washroom.
A quick, quiet knock at the door and she dragged me inside the shokingly spacious washroom, pinning me against the wall, her lips pressed firmly against mine. We fumbled eagerly at each other's clothes until I pushed her down over the sink, her jeans and panties at her ankles as I burried my face in her pussy. After a few minutes of licking and sucking, and with her cum dripping down my face, she reached back and pulled me by the hair to her mouth for a long, deep kiss. We tried to be as quiet as possible as I slipped my cock into her sopping wet pussy. Our eyes locked in the mirror as our bodies moved together. She came with only a quiet gasp, her fingernails digging deep into my skin.
I finished inside her, almost falling backwards with my jeans around my ankles.
We kissed, we dressed, we left the washroom one after the other. I wish I could say there were people waiting, people who would have heard, the exhibitionist in me would have been thrilled, but alas no, if anyone had seen or heard us we never knew. We sat back in our seats, we cuddled and kissed until the train arrived at its destination.
 
At the moment, it would be this forum/thread.
I was told the idea is to be subtle in describing your answer instead of a straight-on answer, so I think it could be very interesting and fun! I've received tough questions, but I think they were happy with my posts/answers. :)

I'd like to see more activity here, so hopefully this forum catches more attention! :)
 
Had my first Bi experience in a public Toliet with a complete stranger over 15 years ago now

Thanks asian2015 for the question. 😊
 
I was 17 went to a friends house party. After several drinks the conversations turned to sex. After about a half hour some couples wet off to find some private places. I was left with a couple of guys and girls. Finally one of the guys started moving closer to me and got me go in another room with him. He told me how much her really enjoyed getting blow jobs. He unzipped his pants. I had to go through with it because I couldn't let on that it would be my first time. I was nervous as hell the first time that cock touched my lips he moaned. I moved my mouth up and down not really knowing what I was doing. Before I knew it he started cumming in my mouth.
 
Well, I wouldn't let everyone know I have this talent, for obvious reasons. When I look through them, I see through clothes as well as thoughts. There's no hiding arousal from me. Nipples growing, wetness glistening, thoughts straying from modest and demure to actively racy and naughty. I don't capitalize on that usually. Everyone is entitled to a little privacy - even if my lack of knowledge is play acted by me.
 
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