My Fantasy of Showing Myself in Public Came True

Damián knows me too well. He knows that when I get turned on I stop thinking with my head, and he knows how to take advantage of that. We’d been carrying on for months with that strange complicity between friends who want each other: jokes that went too far, messages at odd hours, charged silences. He had taught me that I always kept my end of the deal when horniness got the better of me, and that was why, that afternoon, he dared to propose something I had never even been brave enough to confess out loud.

—I have an idea —he said, looking at me with that half smile I already knew—. But I don’t know if you’re up for it.

—Say it.

—Go somewhere. To a public place. And at some point you let me suck your tits.

I laughed to hide it, but inside something lit up all at once. It was exactly the kind of thing I used to think about when I was alone, that fantasy I had never told anyone. I had always liked touching myself while imagining someone seeing me, the risk, the forbidden. Doing it in secret turned me on, but the idea of taking it outside, into the world, left my pussy hot before I even answered.

—I’m in —I said, and I was surprised by how quickly it came out.

***

We agreed to meet that same afternoon. I arrived nervous, my pulse racing and my head full of images. I had never done anything so daring, and that made me wet in a way I could barely remember. I knew we weren’t going to do anything in front of all the people; that didn’t seem sexy or right to me, and it wasn’t what I was after either. What turned me on was something else: the edge between being seen and not being seen, that gray zone where the risk exists but hasn’t fully happened yet.

We looked for a large park on the outskirts, the kind with tree-lined paths and benches hidden among the trees. We walked to a secluded corner, far from the main path, where the vegetation covered almost everything. Almost. Because the mere possibility that someone might appear on the path tightened my stomach with excitement. If someone came by and saw us, even better for me. More pleasure.

I had dressed with this in mind. A thin-strapped blouse, one of those you can pull down from the side without taking it off. Everything calculated so he could get to my breast just by moving the fabric aside. I wasn’t wearing a bra. It was the first time I had gone out with nothing underneath, and I could feel the cotton brushing my nipples with every step. They had been hard since before we arrived.

We sat on a bench half hidden from view. Damián couldn’t take his eyes off me, and I could feel his gaze drilling into my cleavage. I started imagining a thousand things, scenes I didn’t dare say out loud, while he watched me in silence. Knowing that anyone could show up made me nervous, but the nerves mixed with desire until I could no longer tell one from the other.

What if someone comes right now?

Instead of stopping me, the thought turned me on even more.

—Now —he said in a low voice, after looking both ways—. No one’s here.

I slipped the strap off my shoulder and pulled the fabric down from one side. My breast was left bare, my erect nipple pointing at him. Damián confessed in my ear that ever since he had seen it outlined under my blouse, he hadn’t been able to think of anything except sucking it. Those words left me even hornier. He took it in his hand, moved it slowly, weighing it, and I breathed in short gasps while looking at the empty path.

He ran his tongue over the nipple, slowly, and a shiver went through me from head to toe. As he did, my hand rose on its own to the edge of my blouse, wanting to lift it all the way, to show more. I held back. I held back several times, because part of me wanted to rip my clothes off and another part of me was enjoying the game of resisting.

—No one can see you —he whispered, without taking his mouth off my skin—. If you want to take your tits out, do it now. I know you’re dying to.

That sentence was like pressing a button. I looked to the sides once more. No one was there. I could do it. I grabbed the blouse with both hands and yanked it up. I had done it: my breasts were out in the middle of the park, exposed, free. Damián took one and sucked it hungrily while I stayed like that for a few seconds, paralyzed by the mix of fear and pleasure, feeling the cool air on my naked skin.

I pulled my blouse back down with my heart pounding in my throat.

—That was the hottest thing I’ve ever felt in my life —I told him, almost breathless.

And it was true. Feeling turned on and aware of the risk at the same time made me feel in a way I had never experienced before. But it wasn’t over yet. I was too aroused to stop. Without thinking, I brought my hand to my crotch over my pants and started pressing.

—Do you think I should keep going with this? —I asked him.

—You do it —he said—. Let pleasure take you where it wants.

***

I unbuttoned my pants and lowered them just a little. I pushed my thong to one side and started touching myself in the open air, my fingers slipping with how wet I was, while he kept his mouth pressed to my breast. It was the most erotic thing I had ever done in my life. Every time a noise sounded among the trees, I jolted, and that jolt turned me on even more.

—Take them out again —he asked me.

I did what he said, but this time I took my blouse off completely and left it on my lap.

—Now that’s really hot —he said, his eyes shining.

He took my other breast, moved it, squeezed it, played with the nipple between his fingers, and all I felt was more satisfied, more surrendered. We went on like that for a long while, me touching myself and him sucking me, the two of us lost in the moment. Until I heard a distant voice on the path.

I jerked my blouse on. Damián pulled away and I hurriedly yanked my pants back up. I didn’t have time to straighten out my thong, so it stayed shifted, and I could feel it outside, against my skin. It was uncomfortable and hot at the same time. The voice moved away without anyone seeing us.

We got up and walked back, still buzzing.

—That was incredible —he told me—. I love seeing how much you enjoy it more than I do.

—I’ve never felt so turned on —I whispered in his ear—. I want to do it again. But in a place where it’s harder for anyone to see us. I want to end up completely naked. If you make that wish come true, I’ll give you a reward.

He agreed without hesitation.

***

He took me to his place, an apartment with a terrace on top of the building. We went up a narrow staircase to the roof, and when I stepped out into the open air and saw the city spread out below, my skin prickled.

—You can get completely naked here —he said—. No one can see you.

—What if a plane flies by and sees us? —I asked, half joking, half truly nervous.

—I don’t think they have enough eyesight to see me sucking your tits —he laughed.

He explained that after this we’d go down to his room, but I told him I’d rather do it on the living room floor, so no one in the building would hear us if we made noise. I started undressing slowly. Goosebumps rose on my skin in the rooftop breeze. He came closer as I took off my last piece, and for a moment I stood completely naked on the terrace, in the open air, with the afternoon falling over the city.

He went back to sucking my breast while I touched myself, both of us standing up, coming like never before. I felt hotter than before, if that was even possible. My whole naked body, exposed to the sky, with not a single witness and at the same time exposed to anyone who might look up.

—Wait —I told him—. I have to do something before we do it.

I walked to the low wall bordering the terrace. I rested my hands on the edge, pushed my chest out, played with my tits in view of nothing and everything. No one saw a naked woman showing herself at the top of a building. Or maybe someone did. That doubt was the engine of it all. When I came back to him, he smiled.

—I hope someone had the pleasure of enjoying those tits —he said—. Because to me they’re way too delicious.

***

We went back down to the apartment. We threw a few cushions on the living room floor and lay down there, still with the adrenaline from the terrace running through our bodies. He took off his pants and entered me slowly, very slowly, and I felt him deep and unhurried, exactly the way I like it.

—This was the best day —he told me in my ear, without speeding up.

—For me too —I answered.

We did it gently, almost as if we had the whole afternoon ahead of us. I moved beneath him, setting the pace, stretching out every thrust. I love sex like that, without hurry, feeling every inch. After a long while of slow pleasure, I propped myself up.

—You earned your reward —I told him.

I got on all fours in front of him.

—Keep it slow —I asked—. I’m begging you.

He entered me again, slowly, pulling almost all the way out before sliding back in. It was so good that moans slipped out against the cushion. I felt him soft, patient, controlled. When I noticed he was about to finish, I told him to do it inside. He shoved it all the way in, gave me a few more shallow thrusts, and I felt him come, slow and hot, just like everything else that afternoon.

I stayed like that for a while, breathing, my body still vibrating. I had never liked anything so much. I left happy, completely satisfied, with a single certainty spinning in my head: I wanted to do it again.