I remember driving Amber to work that day just like I did most days while I was job hunting. I’d drop her off, then take the car to go drop of applications or try to sell myself to the local businesses around the city. Amber was my girlfriend at the time, and constant and delicious lover. From the time I was seventeen, we’d been having sex. Sometimes it was just us… and other times we included her brother. I was always one to look for a thrill, and Amber was just the girl to fulfill them for me. I’ve written before about our exploits both into incest, and some of the other kinky things that Amber enjoyed, but this was the first time the idea of having sex in public had occurred to me, and the first day that we enjoyed each other with the full expectation of getting caught.



I spent most of the morning job hunting, and by about eleven was ready to take a break. I’d brought a book, and left the cool, air-conditioned environment of my car in favor of the public park. It’s hidden from the road slightly, but is very popular and very busy on days like this. The temperature was supposed to break a record over one-hundred and five that day, but in the shade it wasn’t so bad. I sat at a picnic table, one of very few in the park just outside the public restrooms, and opened my book. I read only a few sentences before I could hear them, the sounds, the moaning coming from the Women’s restroom. At first I wondered if something might be wrong, but the sound of skin slapping against skin was very familiar, and as the speed and volume of the noises escalated, I found myself growing hard, imagining what I might find in the restroom if I were to enter it.



I’d heard all the stories about glory holes, about how rest stops were a key place on road trips to satisfy sexual desires that you might enjoy with your spouse, your family, or even a dirty stranger should that be your choice. I’d even gotten my first blowjob, when I was much too young to even orgasm, from an elderly man on a family trip to Disneyland. I had enjoyed every feeling, never told anyone, and dry humped the man until I felt the pleasure go away. I hadn’t really thought about that experience until today, though, as the unmistakable sounds of intercourse came tumbling out of the windows on the small brick building.



Having abandoned my book altogether, I glanced around the park to see who else was there. The bathroom area crested a hill that overlooked the nearby pond. It wasn’t much, but it was enough to shine the sun in my eyes from the reflection. The trees swayed from side to side in a slight breeze, and I closed my eyes briefly, taking in the beauty of the nature in front of me, and the sounds of the very carnal nature behind me. It was getting close to lunch time, and up and down the street were business parks that would soon be letting their employees out for lunch. The park, and the fitness club next door would be very busy soon. Right now, though… was my chance to get a better look at what was going on.



I got up nonchalantly, and headed as if to go to the men’s bathroom. I kept glancing behind me, and to the sides… wondering what would happen if the couple inside the restroom got caught, or if I got caught watching them. I put my back against the door to the Women’s restroom, and opened it slowly. Without even a squeak, it opened a few inches, and I glanced inside.



If it weren’t for the sounds echoing from the stall, the bathroom would have seemed exceedingly average. The grey, textured brick that showed on the outside of the building was also displayed on the inside, and the concrete on the floor was a dusty grey. Sinks lined one wall near the door, and stalls lined the far side of the same wall. From my vantage point at the door, I couldn’t see much inside the bathroom, but what I did see was two sets of feet. One set of feet was wearing shoes, and had jeans wrapped around the ankles before displaying bare, rather hairless calf muscles. The other pair of feet had originally been in sandals, though both had fallen to the ground now. They extended down and backwards from the toilet on the wall towards the front-facing tennis shoes, and I imagined that whomever the girl was, she must be sitting on the toilet on her knees, with her boyfriend, or whatever he was to her, entering her from behind. I watched for a brief while as the new and unusual thrill of being a voyeur swept over me. I watched as the forward motion of the body in tennis shoes caused the very delicate toes of his partner to curl and uncurl



“Uuuuuuuuh! Yes!” she cried, and realized from her voice that it was not as old a woman as I expected. I snuck a little deeper into the bathroom, and closed the door behind me.



“Oh Rachel!” came another cry, and more slapping, more curling. It was arousing me to no end. With each slap I imagined what it must feel like, how this guy had convinced this girl to climb onto a dirty toilet that probably hadn’t been washed in years, and have sex where they were so likely to get caught. I snuck just fair enough in to see the rhythmic pounding of a male ass that was visible from outside the stall. Any closer, and they might notice I was there. I couldn’t see the girl at all, but stayed rooted to the spot, fascinated at being so close to the sexual act that was occurring right in front of me. I was expecting an older couple, to be entirely honest… but the boy appeared no older than sixteen, and from the feet and the shoes, I imagined they were perhaps just on a lunch break from the local high school.



“Oh…” Rachel moaned, and I could tell that the boy was speeding up his entries. “I’m cumming!”



“Me too!” the boy said, and I realized instantly that I might be caught any second. I slipped back to the bathroom door as quickly as I could, knowing that both of them would be too involved to worry about a little noise, and watched as the pretty little toes that had been curling with each thrust shot straight out, spasming and locking in the pleasure that she was receiving. I watched until hands came down and lifted the jeans back up, and then I let the door close quietly, and sat down outside to wait for them.



My mind was reeling. Should I confront them? I considered briefly how easy it would be to work in some type of deal for myself in this instance. I could say I was with the park, and demand physical satisfaction to keep quiet, but more than anything I couldn’t keep wondering what they looked like, who they were, and why a public restroom was where they had chosen to sneak off together for the physical pleasure of each other’s company.



I didn’t have long to wait before the boy, a blonde, opened the door to the women’s restroom and glanced around. I pretended not to see him as he snuck around the corner and disappeared. Rachel took a few minutes longer, and in the afterglow of sex in 105 degree heat, was covered in a slick sheen of sweat as she walked from the bathroom. Her eyes seemed to glow as she glanced at me, and unlike with her lover I glanced back at her, and winked. She paused for only a moment, her hair tied back in a pony tail, green eyes radiant, before grinning at me from ear to ear, and straightening her skirt a little before heading off toward the parking lot. I was stunned, first to have witnessed what had happened, and secondly that Rachel did not seem at all concerned that I had not only overheard, but acknowledged that I knew what had occurred! I sat for a few minutes more, and then realized that the park was getting busier.



When I looked at my watch, I couldn’t believe how late it had gotten. I’d stayed to read for only a few minutes to let some joggers get further away before entering the bathroom again, and here it was nearly noon! I was actually just curious as I headed back in, but there were no signs that anything abnormal had gone on. No condom, no traces, it looked just like any other public restroom in an outdoor area or rest stop. I considered briefly satisfying the lust that had grown within me by myself, but just as I was about to enter the Men’s restroom, my phone began buzzing. Amber’s lunch was about to start, and she wanted to know if I was nearby or wanted to get together. She had no idea!



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I thought it would take a lot more convincing than it did. In fact, I even expected a little bit of a challenge. When Amber got in the car, though… we kissed deeply, and I began to tell her what I saw. It didn’t take but half the story before Amber reached out and squeezed the throbbing bulge that had grown in my pants. Right in the parking-lot of her workplace, she began to squeeze my erection. I responded back by slipping my hand up her rather short skirt, and running my fingers along the outside of her panties. I could feel the growing wet spot, and I could tell by the temperature of her breath as she kissed me that Amber was just as horny now as I was. Reliving the experience with my girlfriend was even more exciting than witnessing it alone. From Amber’s response, I could tell that she wanted exactly what I wanted, why I had wanted to meet for lunch.



Amber leaned forward, as if to whisper a secret to me, and shivers went up and down my spine as I felt her tongue snake out, playing softly with my earlobe before whispering in a heavy, aroused way. “Let’s skip lunch, and go for a walk in the park.”



She squeezed my erection again, sliding her fingers all the way up to the tip before letting go, and snapping her seatbelt into place. I geared up the car, and we headed back to the park.



I wasn’t surprised to see Amber head straight for the bathroom area when we got there. If she was anywhere near as excited as I was now, this would be an extremely pleasurable encounter, and it would escalate from playful touching to full-on, hardcore sex very quickly. It did surprise me, however, when Amber sat on a picnic table outside the restrooms, rather than going in them, and motioned for me to sit on the bench between her legs.



I sat down in front of her, my eyes drinking in her body, and reminded myself just how beautifully petite, and yet full bodied Amber was. For a girl who was only 5’3”, and seventeen, she was developed in all the right areas. Her dark, brown hair blew softly in the wind as she smiled at me, lifting her perfect legs up onto the bench. The short skirt that she had worn that day allowed me a very intimate view of her calf-muscles, her thighs, and the little crook at the back of her knees. I drank in her beauty, and relished in the thought of what we were about to do.



Amber lifted her bottom towards me, and by putting her feet flat on the bench, was able to slide her bottom nearly clear off the table, hanging over the edge yet hidden from view by my body. Anyone looking at us would know immediately that something was going on, but luckily it seems like the bathrooms were not the place to be today, even if the park was getting a lot of foot traffic. I glanced past Amber’s presented, panty-clad sex only once to see the paths full of locals who exercised here on their lunch, before returning my attention to the beautiful flower in front of me.



I glanced up into Amber’s hazel eyes, and could see the deep lust that the waiting was causing in her. I grinned, and lifted my hand to her sex, cupping it fully and making her sigh contented. I turned my hand over, and caressed her outermost skin, just beyond the edge of her panties, with my fingers, and then pushed even further down the edge until my fingers met the end of her thong-like panties, and caressed the thin strip that held them together all the way past her anus, and onto the table. Amber had soaked through her panties now, and with the slickness that she created I deftly slid my fingers back upward before centering my middle finger through her panties on her clitoris.



I pushed only slightly, just above her most sensitive spot, causing the pressure to shoot pleasure through her body. Amber shivered, and looked around nervously. I could tell she was scared, but her excitement overcame it more easily than I had anticipated. To match the rhythm of my middle finger, I brought my thumb to the base of her opening, around her panties, and began slowly sliding up and down her slit. I pressed into her, but not quite enough to go in, only to spread around her juices and barely part her outer and inner lips. Amber responded by humping slightly at my hand, and lifting herself even further off the table. She leaned back, supporting herself on her palms, and tried desperately to push my thumb inside her.



I toyed with her for only a few moments longer, and then I plunged inward, squeezing my thumb tight towards my palm, as if pinching my middle finger and thumb together. The results were immediate, and as I slid deeply into her, the path of my thumb drew directly over the extremely sensitive area on the inside of her vagina on the top wall, and I could feel her opening relax and push even harder onto my invasion.



“Oh,” she said, sliding her tongue along her lips and panting heavily as she established a rhythm of slowly sliding my fingers in and out of her. “You’re so… Oh! So good at that…unnngh!”



“Sssh…” I teased her, shushing her but quietly, heightening her awareness to the surroundings as the feelings I was generating in her brought her ever closer to an impending climax. “We’re not even warmed up yet.”



Amber began to slide on and off my thumb faster, and I lifted my other hand to her, displaying my pointer finger as I slid it into my mouth for lubrication. Amber knew what was coming, and opened her mouth wide, her hot breath spilling over me. I could tell how aroused she was, even in the heat.



“Oh God,” she whispered, and glanced behind me before hissing even more quietly, “not that… not now! I’ll cum too fast!”



“Okay then,” I whispered back, and pulled my thumb from her, but kept pressure on her clitoris as I aimed the pointer finger of my opposite hand towards her anus. “We’ll do them one at a time.”



I always loved watching anything invading Amber anally. In case you’ve never seen it, watch sometime while you’re experimenting. When a girl is sleeping, it’s just as easy to slip in and out of her rectum as it is her vagina, but when she’s awake… the nerves in her anal ring stop any action like it, causing just the tiniest of spasms and tightening against anything that tries to slide in. Even with lubrication, I could see her muscles tense and loosen, her sphincter squeeze and let go, as my finger slid all the way into her.



I moved my other hand and replaced my middle finger with my thumb, running small circles around her entire clitoris as I pumped my pointer finger in and out of Amber’s tightest hole. Amber enjoyed anal play, but not nearly as much as good vaginal stimulation, and she didn’t know it yet, but I had lied to her when I told her “one at a time”. Moving my thumb to her clitoris had left my fingers free to caress the bulging lips of her sex, and soon her wetness had soaked both of my hands, but the movements of her hips had also caused my fingers to get increasingly close to her entrance.



When the first finger slid in, Amber’s eyes shot wide open again, and she glanced down at me as I smiled widely and plunged a second finger in beside my first.



“Oooh!” she moaned, a little too loudly considering our surroundings, and began humping my fingers even more quickly. “I’m so close.”



“Ssssh!” I whispered, a little more quietly this time, but knowing full well that there was nothing that Amber could do to control her volume. At least, not as aroused as she was.



“Is anyone coming?” she hissed back at me, humping my fingers vigorously, and making high-pitched noises each time she would bottom out against my fingers.



“No,” I said, and glanced around her bouncing body to confirm my assumption.



“Oh!” Amber cried, much too loudly this time. “Oh! Good!”



As I felt her orgasm start, I slipped in a third finger, and then the fourth finger of my hand, squeezing her as I had done with my thumb, but now in reverse. The minute the large, stretching volume of all four of my fingers hit her g-spot, Amber couldn’t hold on any longer, and bucked so hard that one of her legs slipped off the bench, and she almost fell off the table, but managed to catch herself while only impaling a little deeper on all four of my fingers. I’d never stretched her as much as I was now, and in her orgasm she felt even more open. I considered briefly the idea of fisting, but it passed too soon and I felt the walls of her sex beginning to shrink again as she came down from the height of pleasure.



I withdrew my finger from her anus, knowing that it would hurt her as she became more aware again, but Amber stopped me as I began sliding my fingers out of her well-stretched passageway.



“Let’s go do it,” she whispered to me, and I could feel the walls insider he sex quivering still with passion and miniature waves of pleasure. “Let’s do it right now, in the bathroom.”



I started to stand up, but before I could reach for Amber, her hands were on my zipper, and I felt her soft fingers wrap around my sex before bringing it out into open view of the park.



“What are you doing?” I asked her in a concerned voice, looking around for anyone that might catch a glimpse from the side.



Amber pulled me down towards here, all the while scooting her sex even further off the table. “I can’t wait”, she whispered in my ear, and squeezed my erection tightly before slipping down off the table and onto my awaiting member. It forced her panties to the side, and me quickly back into a sitting position, but the feeling of completely bottoming out in my aroused girlfriend in the middle of a public park overcame my shock.



“Oh my God,” she whispered in my ear, it was one of her favorite phrases during sex. “I can’t believe I’m doing this!”



From what I could tell, to anyone in the park now, Amber simply looked like she was sitting very close on my lap, legs wrapped around her boyfriend a little too affectionately, but perfectly legally. We stayed that way momentarily, and I took the short break to glance over Amber’s shoulder and see that there were people closer now, but not yet in range of being able to hear us. It ruined the visual illusion, however, when she began to bounce up and down on me so hard that I wondered just how much I would be able to take.



“We’re going to get caught…” I hissed at her, and found that a grin, much like the one that Rachel had given me earlier, was the only response I received.



“Mmmmmm” Amber hissed, and squeezed her arm around me even more tightly as she began humping me in a circular motion, the head of my penis touching every wall inside of her.



“I think we should go into the bathroom,” I whispered in her ear, and then thought of something that might help me to persuade her. “In the bathroom, you can strip down naked.”



“Oh… oh…” was all she managed, but bit her lip and grinned even wider as she imagined what it might be like to be caught naked. That’s all it took, and she nodded her head.



I squeezed her tightly, and stood up. I kissed Amber deeply as she wrapped her legs around me, and I walked us both into the bathroom, my throbbing member still inside her. I don’t even remember checking to make sure it was empty, but perhaps Amber did. I remember putting her down on the sink, withdrew momentarily to remove her panties, her skirt, and lifted her shirt and sports-bra over her head in one motion. Kissing her, she guided me in, and fucking her right there, completely naked. I slid in and out, faster and faster as we both panted for breath. Amber and Rachel now looked identical, well… in some ways. Both of their bodies had been covered by that thin sheen of sweat that only a post-sexual glow can bring. The slickness of her body added to the heat of the day, and it felt like my entire body was on fire as we forced ourselves on each other with a passion that was hardly ever matched again.



Amber’s thighs pulled me into her, and I bucked my hips with every forward stroke, pushing as hard and fast as I could into her. It was wild, it was dirty, it was dangerous, and I was cumming.



“I can’t hold on anymore!” I told her, and plunged as deeply as I could while I filled her with my seed. Amber, for her part, had not stopped moaning since I had first entered her, and she continued as I came. I could feel each and every muscle in her body as her passageway contorted around my invasion, and I could scarcely believe that I did not feel myself softening after such an encounter. Perhaps it was the heat of the day, or having my nude girlfriend begging me to fuck her silly in the middle of the park, but either way, I was not done yet!



I took a step back, and separated myself from Amber’s hot body. Considering my continued state of arousal, I did not want to assault her again just yet, and began to lean down to kiss her breasts. Amber, however, had other ideas. She placed her palm on my forehead and pushed me backward, and I stumbled slightly before coming in contact with the other wall of the building. Amber just grinned, and wrapped her hand around my penis before squeezing as she slid it up to the very tip and down again to the base. She pressed her bare form as close as she could to me, and looked deeply into my eyes.



“What stall was it?” Amber asked, and looked behind me at the three open stalls. “… where they were having sex… which stall?”



“Oh!” I said… wishing she would stop and heading towards release again quickly. “Uh… Oh man… That one,” I answered, and pointed to the stall where the teens had pleasured each other earlier.



Amber let go of my member before glancing briefly at the door, and her discarded clothes, then headed into the stall. She put one shin, and then the other, on the toilet seat. Leaning over with both hands on the wall, presenting herself to me in the perfect entry position, Amber glanced back over her shoulder, with the same hunger in her eyes that she’d had all day, and said “Well, aren’t you coming?”



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This was the first of many public encounters, including some vacation encounters in hot tubs, pools, in front of the window on the thirtieth floor of a building facing the Empire State Building, under the skies in the middle of the forest, and more than once on a playground. Amber loved the thrill of almost getting caught, and though we’ve nearly been caught many times, and Amber actually ended up leaving her panties in the trash at the end of our encounter that day in the park, we’ve never been directly caught, though we’ve been discovered more than once as well. It wasn’t too long before Amber would go out in public without panties at all, just to see the looks she’d get.



Stay tuned for more Amber Chronicles, there will be more to come. The Amber Chronicles will live on.