In Public

Uploading the video was only the beginning. That Saturday dawn I understood that watching was no longer enough: I wanted a stranger to touch me for real.

A whisper beside my ear was enough to make my respectable life begin collapsing beneath the click of heels that were not yet mine.

I paid the entrance fee, found the back stall, and thought it would be a minute. Then I heard that deep voice asking if anyone was on the other side of the wall.

We had climbed over the fence into an empty property. He set the pace with his hand on my neck, and I let myself go without thinking of anything else.

No one at the bank, pharmacy, or bakery imagined what I was hiding beneath my clothes. And that was precisely what excited me most.

I’d spent years making sure no one looked at her too long. That afternoon, hidden among the tall weeds, I couldn’t stop looking myself.

I never thought being watched by complete strangers would turn me on so much. That night, behind glass, I discovered what I really liked.

I arrived at her place an hour before dinner and found her naked in front of the mirror, torn between two dresses and about to change everything.

I cut the engine in the darkest corner of the service area, touched up my lips in the rearview mirror, and knew I wasn’t leaving alone that night.

We thought we were sneaking around in the sand, until a stranger came over and confessed he’d been watching us for hours. And he had a proposition.

In the dark, a few meters from my building, his cock shone under the only streetlamp on the street. And I already knew I was going to lower my head again.

It didn’t matter that he was thirty years older than me. With the sway of the road, his hand found my hip in the dark and I stopped pretending I didn’t like it.

It was after eleven, everyone was asleep, and the rain was falling hard. I thought I’d just go get wet in the patio for a while. I had no idea how far I was going to dare to go that night.

There was just one guy at the back, washing his hands. He looked at me in the mirror and, without a word, we both knew the wait was over.

That night the dare was simple and insane at the same time: cross the property naked, on all fours, right past the window where anyone could see me.

When I opened the front door, I knew that woman was going to ruin my night. I had no idea how far she’d take it, or where she’d end up kneeling in front of me.

It had barely been five minutes into the movie when his hand was already reaching under my shorts, and instead of pulling away, I prayed no one in the theater would turn to look at us.

It had been months since I’d had a good cock, so when that daddy in the white Mercedes messaged me, I didn’t think twice.

He got two smiles out of me in one week, and I gave him my number. That afternoon, in his building’s stairwell, I taught him what an experienced woman can do.

When she handed me her card and told me to bring an appetite, I knew she wasn’t looking for conversation—she wanted someone who could keep up until dawn.