There was a park at the edge of town with a beach along the river. We stopped the van in the parking lot of the park and began to walk. It was still early, with a chill in the air so there were very few people at the park. On the path down towards the beach, there was no one. We unfastened our coats and let them fall open as we walked. We both were becoming aroused by the fact that we were actually out in public. We walked along and looked around to be sure we were alone. We slipped the coats completely off and walked along, naked except for the dark stockings and black heels. as we approached the narrow sand strip of a beach, we slipped off our heels and carried them. We double checked for anyone watching and then spread the coats out on the bech in plain sight. We quickly dropped to the coats and began to lick each other. The excitement of being in the wide open area of the beach just miltiplied the thrill and we were soon on our way to a simultanious orgasm. As we finished, we gathered up the coats and started for the path. To our surprise, there was an old fisherman standing only a few yards away. He had his chin hanging down and the look of surprise on his face made us begin to laugh. We decided to give him a closer look. Susan and I walked up to the old fellow and opened our coats for him. He stood only inches from us and took in the sight of our naked bodies. We could see the bulge in his trousers that said he would love to do more than just look. We decided, however, to do that with Ken along to protect us if we met up with any trouble. I slowly reached out and took his hand and placed it on my pubic mound, using it to rub my pussy. The growing wet spot on his trousers told me that he indeed enjoyed the feel of me. Susan stepped up closer and had him feel hers too, then put his hand on her nice firm breast. Without another word, we stepped back and disappeared up the path towards the parking lot. As we walked out of hearing range, we both burst into laughter as we talked about the old man shooting his load into his pants.

We walked back towards the van and climbed in. We again unfastened our coats and spread them open as we drove, the darkened side windows allowing us to see the people on the streets without them seeing us. We drove along the secondary road that paralleled the interstate and headed for home. There was one place where the field had been cleared of trees and was wide open, except a border of brush along our little road. I found a place to stop and we got out and walked out into the field. The interstate travellers had a clear view of us, but could not come anywhere near us for the barbed wire fence along the superhighway. We stood there a few minutes, the again we shed the coats and lay then on the grass. within minutes, we were on the coats in a sixty nine position, having sex while the passing motorists could see everything. A couple of the cars stopped and the drivers got out to get a better view of our public sex act. We finished and picked up our coats, walking quickly up to the van with the coats over our arms. We slipped the coats back on and got into the van and drove off before anyone could double back from the next interstate exit.

By the time we got home, it was time for Ken to be coming along so we turned into our private road and stopped. I quickly ran to the mailbox in only my stockings and heels and grabbed the mail, turning to run back to the van before a neighbor could happen to drive by. We got up to the house and shook the sand and grass out of our coats and hung them in the hall closet. Then we went out and sat on the porch to wait for Ken, giggling and laughing about the morning's trip to town.

Ken will be getting home and we will decide what to do next in episode 4

Please look for me in the section marked sex in public instead of here.

Watch for my next story soon!

Laura, Susan and Ken

We had just got to the apartment and she was in the bathroom, showering and getting all nice and pretty for me. I turned on the television and saw the President giving his now famous speech. As it ended, I could hear ships at the base only about a mile from the apartment getting underway. The ships' horns were blowing as first one then the other backed out of the piers. One of the Chiefs from my ship lived in the apartment building. He was soon pounding on my door telling me to get dressed and he would give me a ride to the ship. All leaves had been cancelled. He was a Gunner's Mate and they had called him from the ship and told him to tell me to come too. I called into the bathroom and told Janet that I had to go and right now! She ran, dressed only in a towel and kissed me goodbye. She looked so sexy, even without makeup. I was so tempted to grab her towel and take her to bed before I left, but the Chief was in his car blowing his horn for me. I ran out the door and down the steps to the street. As the door closed on the car, he took off, squealing the tires and moving as fast as he could towards the base. The Marine at the gate wasn't even checking for ID's. he was flagging cars through as fast as they could go, but there was a jam of cars trying to get on the base. We finally got through  and raced towards the ship and pulled into a parking space right at the head of the pier. We ran down the pier and up the brow to the quarterdeck. Guys were running everywhere trying to get things ready to pull out. I ran to my duty station, which was up in the pilot house at the helm. The chief took off to make sure the guns would be ready if needed. A blast from the big horn told us we were underway and getting ready to back her down.

We backed out and turned towards the open end of boston harbor and the open sea. As we broke out into the Atlantic, the word was passed to secure the special sea detail, which meant The regular watch would take the helm and I could go below. As I walked quickly across the deck to grab a smoke before going below, I heard a familiar voice from the shadows, " Psst, David!  Over here" I turned and saw my wife standing there in one of my uniforms and a peacoat with her short blonde hair tucked under a white hat. I froze at the sight. If she was discovered, we both were in a world of hurt. She would be taken off the ship in handcuffs and I would be courts marshalled. i grabbed her and headed aft to where the boat was slung in the ways. I undid the cover over the motor whaleboat and pushed her over the side into it. I stood there in the shadows and asked her what was going through that pretty head of hers to risk stowing away on a warship headed in harm's way. She said she wasn't going to let me leave her without me making her a real woman. I tried hiding a smile about that idea and told her to keep her head down and be quiet till I returned. I turned and walked into the darkness and lit another smoke while I tried to figure out where to hide her. I knew we were headed for Norfolk, VA to pick up a SEAL team and some more supplies, then on to Cuba. If I could only hide her till we got to norfolk, maybe I could sneak her off the ship in a working party.

After the midwatch was set and things were quiet on board, I strolled back to the ladder leading up to the whaleboat. I slowly unfastened the boat cover and looked in. She was sound asleep. I looked around to make sure no one was looking and slipped silently into the boat with her, pulling the cover over the top rail on the boat so it looked fastened down in the darkness. I lay beside her and put my arm around her. She moaned softly and snuggled close to me. Immediately, my cock was pushing at her butt. She woke and kissed me passionately, then began peeling her clothes off. Here I was, at sea on a warsip and looking at my new bride's naked body for the first time. there was just enough light coming through the open spot on the cover to see every curve on her body. I began shedding my own uniform as fast as I could and remain silent in the boat. I had seen her only in a bikini before this and the sight was making my dick stand at full attention, I knew that if she was a true virgin, There might be some stains on the bottom of the boat, so I spread out the only thing I could think of to not only soften the hard bottom for her but to absorb anything that might be there. I spread out the Peacoat she had been wearing and helped her scoot her butt onto it. I was on top of her in a heartbeat, exploring ever inch of her luscious body. I held her firm breasts in my hands and kissed each one, feeling her nipples harden. She had chose not to wear a bra under my uniform in hopes of not having her boobs sticking out too much, but the fact is, she was firm enough, she didn't need one anyway. My dick was poking and probing for her pussy. I reached down to guide myself to her and felt that she was soaking wet. I had seen pornos and pictures of guys eating pussy but had never tried it. I moved around and started kissing her on her flat tummy and started down towards her pussy. She was trimmed some, but nothing like today's young women do. Her hair felt odd as I pushed it aside and began to lick her slit, tasting her juices for the very  first time.I began to slide my tongue in and out of her, pausing to lick her clit as I had seen guys do in porn movies. Her hips began to respond, moving up and down in time to my tongue thrusts. I felt her grabbing my stiff cock and then starting to lick it gently, trying to get used to the taste and feel. She soon raised up and took my whole cock into her hot mouth. I thought I was going to explode right then. I whispered to her to stop until i had her ready to cumm. I ate her pussy like I had seen done and soon had her on the edge of her first orgasm with a man. She told me that she had mastubated a few times, thinking of me and dreaming about us making love. suddenly, she took as much of my cock into her mouth as she could and began to slam her hips upward to meet my tongue thrusts. She muffled her cries of passion as she began to shudder and shake and held my face down on her pussy like she was trying to shove my face inside her. Her movements took me over the edge and I blasted her mouth with a load of my sperm. She started to gag as she tasted sperm for the first time but then began swallowing it as it squirted out of my pulsating cock. I buried my face in her pussy to muffle my own noises as she brought me off for the first time. This was nothing like masturbating. I felt as if my whole insides were coming out through my cock.

As soon as we both had cumm, we lay trying to catch our breath and calm down. I soon felt her hand trying to stroke my cock. I moved so she could get to me easier and soon was hard as before, if not harder. I slowly moved over her until my cock was rubbing against her pussy, which was still wet from my tonguing it. I held my cock aganst her lsit and rubbed a few times to lube my head. I then started to push the head of my cock into her. I felt it pushing through her lips and then against the resistance of her hymen. I leaned down and kissed her real deep to keep her from making any noise and pushed harder until the resistance left and my cock slid a few inches inside her. I stopped pushing, letting both of us get used to the feeling of my cock inside her. I then slowly pushed until I had the whole length of my cock inside her with my swollen balls resting on her ass. I had lifted my mouth to let her breath and also so I could breath as well. i moved to a firm breast and began to suck her nipple, licking it with my tongue. I then began to move in and out of her pussy which was clamping down on my cock like a vise. The combination of her tight pussy clamping down on my cock and the movement of her sexy body was more than I could take and I came, pumping stream after stream of sperm deep inside her. She muffled a scream by kissing me and began to orgasm herself. I fould feel the waves of her orgasm squeezing my cock and pumping me dry. I kept buried to the hilt until I was empty. I lay resting on her firm body, thinking to myself that we had just consumated our marriage on a warship headed for possible combat. I glanced at my wristwatch and saw that i had only a little bit of time to get ready to take my turn at the helm. I sqirmed around, getting my uniform on enough to hurry down to my bunk to change for my watch. I fastened down the boat cover and slipped away into the night.

I the next episode, I will tell you how we got her off the ship and Headed back to Boston and the safety of our apartment.  

When we pulled into our yard, the outside light switched on and lit the whole yard. We got out of the vehicles and stood holding each other as Susan looked around and said she had always wanted a place in the country so she could have sex outside. I told them that they could stay out in the yard but that I needed to put my coat in the house and would be right back. I ran up the steps and unlocked the front door. As I started in the house, I turned and saw my husband and Susan embracing. His cock was hard again and poking at her pussy. I smiled, thinking to myself that this was going to be a fun night. I went in and hung my coat in the closet and ran to the bathroom. I quickly washed myself off and dabbed some perfume on my mound and under each breast. When I opened the front door and started back out to the yard, I saw Susan on her knees with my husband's cock buried into her throat.Ken's hands were on the back of her head and he was fucking her mouth. He groaned and drove his cock deep and shot a stream of his sperm into her throat and mouth. About that time, the motion light switched off and left us in almost total darkness, illuminated only by the almost full moon. I walked up to them as she was getting off her knees and standing up. I put my arms around her and gave her a deep tongue probing kiss. She responded by spitting Ken's sperm into my mouth. I rolled my tongue in it, tasting the sweet, yet salty fluid then swallowed it. Our hands were exploring each others bodies. She began to kiss and suck my aching breasts. We slowly sank to the lawn and got in a sixty nine position. Our tongues were both probing and teasing each other's clit. We rolled in the grass as we tonguefucked each other. We both came almost simultaniously, our bodies shaking with the convultions of our orgasms.

When we both had recovered from the orgasm, I got up and told Ken that he should fuck her. Ken didn't wait to be told twice. He was on her and fucking her in deep strokes, her legs waving in the air. Ken held her by the hips and pounded his cock into her. I could imagine what she felt, having that cock driven into me numerous times. The sight of my husband fucking this other woman was even more exciting than I could imagine. I fell to my knees and watched as his cock stretched her pussy. I reached between his legs and began massaging his balls. I could tell by the tensing of his groin muscles that he was about to fill her again. As he moaned and leaned back to cumm, I squeezed his balls, trying to match the rythm of his climax. Susan screamed in passion as she came with him, her legs wrapped tightly around him.

The two of them were soon asleep in the grass and I crawled up beside them. I woke up when the sun was just beginning to break over the hill to the rear of our farm. I saw them stir and leaned over and kissed them both. We decided to get up and go in the house for a while. I ran up the steps and yelled that I had dibs on the shower. I went in and turned the water on as hot as I could stand it and began to wash, letting the hot water cascade down my body and into the drain. I ran my hands down my tummy and let my fingers probe my pussy. I began to tease my clit and was soon headed for another orgasm. I grabbed the shower rail as I began to shake and let my emotions flow. My knees were shaking so bad that if I hadn't grabbed the rail, I'm certain I would have fallen on the slippery tile floor.

I walked out into the kitchen, toweling my hair and saw that Ken had already started the coffee. I told Ken he should get his shower next while Susan helped me get some breakfast going. Susan walked up and kissed me, saying that she was glad I had let my husband fuck her. I told her that it wasn't the only time she would get fucked that weekend. I admitted to her that This was all new to me too and the thought of another woman having sex with my husband was both a turn on and feeling of fear that he might find her more attractive to him and want to have her instead of me. Susan assured me that she had no intention of taking Ken from me and that she had always dreamed of fucking a guy in front of his wife.

Susan and I chatted while we fixedthe breakfast and decided to go out somewhere in the daylight and have some fun under the sun in a place we might be seen.

That part of the story will have to be in the next installment

We walked into a Sears store and went to look at the dresses, hoping to find one to fit his sister. I was going through the racks of dresses, hoping to find something when Ken had me step between the dress racks. He stood behind me and lifted the tail of my long coat. In no time, he had his cock into me from behind as we stood between the dress racks. He began to slowly fuck me and soon I was matching his thrusts with my own rocking motion of my hips. A customer was standing only feet away on the other side of the rack and seemed to be concentrating on picking out a dress. She suddenly stepped around and had a plain view of my husband and I having sex. The coat was pulled up around my waist and the shopper got a clear view of my ass and could see my husbands cock going in and out of me. As she watched, she began to rub herself through her jeans. We continued to fuck until both of us were ready to climax. I started having my orgasm and stood shaking as I felt my husband's cock emptying into me. I looked at the woman shopper and saw her eyes begin to glaze as she approached her own peak.

After we finished and I straightened my coat, we left the Sears and moved down the mall to another store and repeated the scene from the Sears.This time, a male sales clerk saw us having sex and soon was on his way to cumming in his trousers. We left the store and went to a restaurant for a bite of dinner. ken sat across from me in the booth and was soon fingering my wet pussy. it happened that the waitress was standing there taking our orders when I began to shudder with the third orgasm since coming inside the mall. She looked at me and knew exactly what was happening. Her smile told us she was wishing she was cumming with me. While my body was convulsing in exctasy, my coat slightly parted at the top and she could see my ample breasts heaving with my breath. She managed to collect herself and finished taking our orders. While we ate, she came to our booth several times to see if we needed anything. My husband left her a sizable tip as we started to leave. She came over to us and bent down telling us that she was getting off her shift in a few minutes and would we meet her at her van.

We walked out to where she said her van was and soon were joined by her, almost running to her vehicle. While we had waited, my husband asked if I was ready to include another woman in our sexual escapades. I told him that as long as it was strictly for sex, I would be okay with it. Susan, the waitress unlocked the side door and slid it open, motioning for us to get in. The big conversion van seemed bigger inside than it looked from outside. I could actually stand upright inside the plush vehicle. As soon as Susan slid the big door shut, she began to undress. She soon stood totally nude, watching us undress. Her body was even more shapely than my own. Her breasts stood high and firm, hardly sagging the slightest bit. Ken looked at her and took in her nakedness and was soon fully erect. She reached out and grasped his rock hard cock and began to stroke him. Her other hand reached down and began to rub my pussy. It was the first time another woman had ever touched me and I was a little aprehensive at first but soon was enjoying her caresses. She leaned closer to Ken and soon was sucking on his erection. It took no time at all for her to bring him to a climax, his huge load of sperm filling her mouth and dribbling down her chin. She stood up and put her arms around me and began to kiss me on my mouth. I soon felt her forcing the load of sperm she held in her mouth past my lips and into my mouth. Her tongue was probing and dancing with mine. Her hand, which had been rubbing my pussy was soon pushing downward and her fingers probing my wet slit. My knees were shaking. We soon ended up on the bunk in the back of the van and my husband watched as the woman gave me my first experience with lesbian sex. She had been standing and embracing as we explored each other's bodies. She guided me to the bunk and began to kiss me all over my trembling body. I felt her lips and tongue covering my body with tiny kisses that felt like a feather being dragged over my skin. I was barely aware of her parting my legs until her tongue began to probe gently into my soaking wet slit. She used her tongue to move my hood out of her way and bare my swollen clit. I was used to Ken performing oral sex on me but this was so much more intense. She ever so slowly sucked my clit into her mouth through her pursed lips, sucking it like a tiny penis. I wrapped my legs around her shoulders and pulled her close. That's when she slowly slid her tongue deep inside my wet pussy. I wanted to scream with excitement as her tongue invaded my pussy. While she was doing this to me, she had slowly moved a leg over my body and lowered her pussy to within a few inches of my mouth. My hands were pulling her closer to me and soon I was tasting her sweet fluid. I had several times, licked my own fingers after masturbating but this woman's juices tasted as sweet as honey. I began to imitate her every move. I would mimic every move of her tongue and lips.She was soon responding to my lovemaking, her hips rocking the same as mine were under her.

I felt her tongue begin to flick along the crease of my leg and start circling my rectum. The feeling was intense. I normally didn't want my husband performing anal sex on me but this woman was awakening my desires. She stiffened her tongue and began to slowly push her tongue deep inside me. I was almost begging her to fuck my ass with her tongue. I moved from her pussy to her tightly puckerd asshole and circled it with my tongue. In a few minutes, I was pushing my tongue deep into her, wiggling the tip from side to side to give her even more pleasure. I soon felt her raise her head and begin to moan and surpress a scream as she orgasmed. Her movements took me over the top and I locked my legs tightly around her neck as My orgasm overtook me.

As we both began to slowly come down from our orgasms, I watched as Ken's Hard shaft come closer to her pussy. I lay there watching with excitement as his cock entered her pussy and began to sink deep inside her. As Ken's cock began to slip in and out of her depths, i started licking his shaft and tasting her juices as he fucked her. Ken began oumping faster and faster and soon was pumping loads of sperm deep inside her.

After several minutes of slow strokes and driving his shaft deep into her pussy, he slowly began to withdraw. As his cock cleared her pussy. I put my tongue in her and began lapping up my husband's cumm. After one final orgasm, she begged to let her rest. As we lay on the floor and the bunk resting, we talked and it was agreed that we would be having more fun out on our farm.

Those adventures will follow in another post

The cop was finally satisfied and told me that he had intended to kill me at first but would let me live if I promised never to reveal his description to the police. He then told me he was not a real cop, but had bought the uniform at a costume shop miles from my hometown. I was partially mad at him for raping me but also thankful he had been so gentle and besides, he was quite a man to have my first sex with.He was nothing like those clumsy high school boys that had talked me into oral sex.

The cop apologized for cutting my clothes off and leaving me with nothing to wear home. He told me to get in his car when he backed it out of the old barn and he would take me home. Again, I opened the rear door and climbed in, The vinyl seat cold and hard on my bare ass. As we drove towards my home, I ducked down to avoid a couple of neighbors seeing me naked in a police car. As we drove through the woods towards my house, I asked him to let me out and walk. I really wasnt up to having him taking me into my house and having more sex. I was tender enough from the all night session. He let me out and I started walking towards the house. As I made the last turn in the road, I slowly peeked out from behind a tree to see that no one had come to the house and might still be waiting.

As I walked in my front door, I felt absolutely worn out and fucked out. I debated whether or not to call the police and report the rape. I finally decided to honor my promise to the pretend cop and keep this to myself to avoid having the whole town talking about me. I walked into the bathroom and turned the water on as hot as I could possibly stand it and just stood, letting the water pour over my body. Letting my mind wander back over the night's events, I realized that I was now a complete woman......

I woke up and realized I was tied up and a rope had me tightly secured to a tree. I looked around and recognized this as the old Wilson Farm which had been abandoned for years. It was all grown up and weeds and bushes almost hid the house from view. The policeman stood leering at me as I struggled to get free. I had been tied spread eagled and it soon became clear that escape was going to be impossible. The cop reached out and grabbed the front of my white button up blouse. He tore it open then tore my front opening bra open. I felt my 34B breasts fall free and then he reached out and cupped one, pinching the nipple and making it stand out. He bent down and kissed my breasts, pausing to suck each tender nipple. I was petrified with fear, yet his fondling and kissing my breasts felt good toe. I didn't want to let  him think I was becoming aroused by his hands. I had been fondled by clumsy schoolboys but this man was being extremely gentle and erotic with his touch. Just as my fears had begun to lessen, he pulled away from me and looked down at my miniskirt. He then grabbed my zipper and tore it open, letting the short red skirt fall to the ground. I was now standing in only a pair of lacey light blue bikini panties.He grabbed the waistband of the panties and ripped. I then stood naked and felt his eyes burning into my skin. His gaze became fixed on my triangle and the soft red hair that covered it. I screamed and he just laughed, telling me there was no one to hear me. I knew this to be true and gave up crying out for help.

The cop told me that if I promised not to try to run, he would cut me down from the trees that held me prisoner. He told me that if I tried to escape, he would shoot me. I agreed to do as he said and was soon standing and rubbing my wrists where the ropes had rubbed me raw. He motioned for me to walk towards the old house. I meekly did as he ordered, stepping carefully up onto the rotting porch. He opened the door, which had been kicked open sometime prior to our arrival. We stepped into the living room and he told me to go to the back of the house to a bedroom. Fear once again took over my body as we approached the big old brass bed and the bare mattress. He growled at me to lay on the bed. As I lay on my back on the old bed, he retied my hands and feet, securing them to the bedposts. He turned and walked out of the room and soon I heard his car stop. I watched out the window as he pulled his cruiser inside the old barn and closed the doors, hiding the fact that we were there. I saw him come back into the house and heard him opening the bedroom door. I felt totally helpless as he started to remove his clothes. Soon he was standing at he side of the bed totally naked and fully erect. He grinned evily as he reached down and rand his finger along my thigh and began feeling for my slit. I felt his finger entering me and his thumb was rubbing my clit. I lay there wide eyed in fear as he held his erection close to my face. He climbed on the bed and straddled me with his cock inches from my face and told me to suck him off. As he pushed his cock into my mouth, he told me that to try to bite him would be a fatal mistake. I began to suck his cock as he ordered while he began to slowly fuck my mouth. His thrusts became faster and harder until he grabbed my head and held it still while he rammed his erection down my throat. I had only deepthroated a boy once in my life and this was no boy. His enormous cock pushed deep into my throat and I could feel the tip swelling. He suddenly groaned and shot a load of salty sperm deep in my throat, causing me to swallow to keep from choking. After a few minutes, he withdrew his shaft and crawled backwards until he was directly over my pussy. He started up around my navel and began to lick and kiss me, working his way towards my pussy, which was getting wet as he neared it. His tongue lashed me all around my pussy and along my lips until he located my clit and began to suck lightly. My teenaged body was reacting to his advances without my wanting it to. as I fought my  sexual feelings, I felt my orgasm beginning. My hips were rocking with such force the cop could hardly hang on to me. As much as I hated my abductor, I was so overwhelmed by the intensity of my orgasm, I secretly wished he would do it again. This was indeed no clumsy high school boy that had brought me to an earthshaking orgasm like no other one before that.

I will continue with this story in another installment soon

One such bar was the scene of our favorite episode. My husband and I sat in our van and planned it to the minute. First, my husband walked in and sat on the stool to  the far left of the bar. A few moments later, I walked in and sat next to him. I was wearing skirt and stockings and heels without panties in my way. I seldom wore them anyway. We ignored each other as if we were strangers. Soon, a man walked over and sat beside me, glancing down at my skirt, which had ridden up to reveal the lace tops of the stockings. I turned and gave the man a smile to encourage him. He soon was filling my ear with small talk and complimenting me on my looks and everything he could to hopefully get me aroused. I soon felt his hand on my thigh, testing my reaction. I simply held still and let him work a little higher. My skirt hid the fact that I was not wearing panties and the look on his face when he found it out was one of surprise and approval. I simply spread my legs a little more to let him get his fingers where he was headed. On the seat to my left, my husband was watching this and had a good view of the strange fingers probing me. I glanced down and saw that my husband was indeed enjoying the show. The stranger finally slipped a finger in my soaking wet slit and probed for my clit. He continued to probe until he had two fingers inside me and was massaging my clit. This was all in plain view of my husband, who was trying hard to hide his erection. As the man worked on my pussy, the front of my skirt was working higher and higher until my tummy was showing. The positioning of the stranger and my husband hid me from view of other bar patrons. He kept fingering me until I was almost ready to come. While he was fingering me, I had reached over and was slowly rubbing his member through his trousers. I suddenly felt my orgasm start to overtake my body and rubbed his cock hard until a wet spot in his trousers appeared at roughly the same time. My husband leaned over me when I had calmed down and whispered to the man that a round of drinks should be in order for masturbating his wife. We then enjoyed our fresh drinks and left the bar, laughing as we stepped out into the night air.

My flashing was not limited to men. I often flashed women sitting in restaurants, making my exposure less obvious than with men, knowing a lot of women would get very upset seeing me showing myself. One such time, we sat across from another couple and I slowly crossed my legs to test her reaction. At first, there was no reaction but on my second leg cross, she licked her lips and shot me a slight smile over her husband’s shoulder. She then decided to do likewise to me and crossed her own, baring her white panties to me as she slowly crossed hers. After a few minutes, she excused herself to her husband and left for the ladies’ room. As she passed our booth, she whispered for me to follow her. When I walked into the ladies’ room, she opened the stall door she was behind and stepped out in just her stockings and heels. She reached out and raised my skirt and then stepped close, rubbing her bare pussy against mine and holding my buttocks. She then planted a deep, probing kiss on my lips, searching for my tongue. She stepped back in the stall after handing me a slip of paper with a phone number on it. I tucked the paper in my skirt pocket and left her to dress. I called the number later in the week and, after several meets on neutral ground, invited her and her husband to our farm for a weekend. They were grateful to be able to go nude the whole weekend. She told me she talked her husband into coming after pointing out he would see me in the nude and possibly get to see her and I together. It proved to be a very enjoyable weekend. They still stop down a few times each summer.

Flashing took place in malls and stores. It was a routine in our car as we drove the interstate highway from home to the city. Last summer, we were going to South Carolina to visit one of  the husband’s family. I went to a studio and had my body painted to look as if I was in a tee shirt top and blue shorts. The artist took special care to make it as real looking as possible. We packed up our small motor home and started south. All I was wearing was the body paint and my husband was wearing a polo top and had shorts at his feet to pull on if needed quickly. I wore only the paint until we stopped just down the street from his relative’s home. It was only then, I pulled on some shorts and a top after showering off in the camper. I have to admit it felt good to get that paint off me. It was water soluble paint and was easy to get off after sweating under it all that way. The artist had given me an ample supply of touch up to make repairs. During the trip, I had gotten out of the motorhome several times at fuel stops and nobody picked up on the fact I was actually naked. If they did, they hid their emotions. My husband and I went to several malls and restaurants in the area down there and I made sure my Yankee ass was seen by as many  Southern boys and ladies as possible. The night before we left, I waited until about three in the morning and walked completely around the block his relatives lived on, wearing only a pair of five inch heels.

After leaving South Carolina, we started home and decided to see how often we could have sex outside on the trip home. I stripped to the skin and he again had only a shirt on as we drove. At practically every rest stop and emergency pull off we saw after dark, we stopped and fucked on the parking area or in the surrounding grassy areas. We did manage to stop and fuck alongside the road in broad daylight but on busy I-95, it’s hard to find a safe place. On one such night stop at a pulloff area with a tractor trailer sitting and idling at one end. We pulled in like a tired motorists and sat there to see if the driver would get out of his truck. We got out of the motorhome and spread a blanket on the ground on the roadside of our vehicle. We then got down and fucked ourselves silly with cars driving by on their way to wherever. After we finished, we picked up the blanket and drove on. In one town near an exit, we got off and drove down the street, stopping at a school and picking a dark area of  the well groomed lawn. We got out of the motorhome and lay on the grass fucking like two high school kids.

On the way home, we ran into a heavy rainstorm and pulled off the interstate to wait it out. My husband knew one of my favorite oddities is to fuck in a rainstorm with the rains beating n our naked bodies. He drove the van slowly along a road parallel to the interstate and found a grassy area with a place to park near it. We parked the van and lay in the grass and had absolutely great sex. Every time lightning would light up the sky, our naked bodies were as visible as during bright daylight. Two cars drove by in the storm but neither one must have seen us in the heavy downpour.

Our sexual escapades were not limited to our trip south. We had sex in every conceivable place we could and on more than one occasion, we were seen doing so. The thrill of being seen having sex is almost orgasm producing in itself. Sex clubs and certain beaches or camps are havens for this conduct but the thrill isn’t as great when you expect to see sex being performed. It is about as exciting as going to adult movie theaters or drive in movies.

We used to have a drive in theater in my home town back when my hubby and I were dating. It showed XXX rated movies and there was more action in the cars than on the screen. My husband-to-be had a big van with a mattress tossed in the back. He would take us to the drive in and back the van into a place near the back. He then opened the rear doors and we could watch the show and even make one of our own. The rules of the drive in stated that we had to be dressed to go to the snack bar or restrooms. All sexual activities were limited to inside the vehicles and all were subject to ID checks for underage.

The drive in’s managers were getting more and more strict with the rules and soon began to loose business to the tapes and DVD’s now readily available. The drive in went up for sale and was bought by my husband’s brothers, who immediately changed it into a private club with membership cards and all that stuff. A membership fee of five dollars got you access to the drive in and all the privileges. You were allowed to walk all around the premises completely naked and even have sex outside as long as it didn’t bother anyone. That was a slim possibility, because we all went there to see nudity and sex, both on and off the screen. I used to work the ticket booth in complete nudity and enjoyed every moment. The only places that required anything at all were the snack bar and restrooms, which required that bottoms be worn I never understood the bathroom requirement but the snack bar was a good place to keep things covered.

There was a small stage built in front of the screen where you could live out your wildest fantasy in front of everyone. It was required that you bring your own sheets or blanket for that action. The stage was opened about an hour and a half before the main movie started and closed as the movie began. It opened briefly during intermissions, then closed for the rest of the movie. My husband and I took advantage of that stage a few times. The constant hassle from law enforcement and health department officials, along with the widespread availability of tapes and DVD’s finally caused the closing of the drive in and an American institution.

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“Ghostwriter”

 

That tactic seemed to work, as my erection died off and the front of my trousers resumed their normal appearance. We walked out of the front door of the terminal and towards the waiting shuttle bus. It would take us to the parking area and her car. As we boarded the bus, I should have remembered the old practice of the men going up steps first to avoid the lady being embarrassed. I watched as she climbed the step up into the shuttle. As she stepped up, her short skirt rode up enough to see the dark lace at the top of her stockings. I though to myself that at least she wasn’t wearing those hated pantyhose. I climbed up into the bus and took a seat beside her for the short ride to the car. I thought that if I kept busy in conversation, I could avoid having another embarrassing moment. We talked about the changes in the area since I was a youngster. She asked when the last time was that I saw my home town. I told her it had been about four years since I came home to attend my mother’s funeral. I told I couldn’t believe how much the are had changed since I was a boy. The mills had all shut down when we started importing cheap steel from the Japanese. She then told me that it had gotten much worse and that I would see a lot of closed up stores in the downtown area. She unlocked the passenger door and then walked around to unlock her trunk. I put the suitcase inside and shut the lid as she went for her door. I opened mine and started to slide in and she did the same. As she slid into the driver’s seat, her skirt rode up and I could plainly see her black lace panties. I also reinforced my thinking of earlier at the bus that she was wearing stockings instead of pantyhose. They were the type with elastic lace tops that didn’t need a garter belt. Those were the prettiest legs I had seen in a long time. After starting her car and adjusting her seatbelt, she reached down and pulled her skirt down to where it was covering her. A sly hint of a smile was on her face as she put the car in reverse and backed out of the space. We drove to the gate, where Becky handed the attendant her validated ticket and then smoothly pulled out onto the highway. As we drove, I could see her beautiful legs moving from pedal to pedal as she shifted gears. Each time she lifted her left leg to work the clutch, her skirt moved ever so slightly upwards.

 

Becky struck up a conversation, asking if I was married and if so where was my wife. I explained that my wife had died only last year of cancer and I was staying with a daughter. She then asked how old my daughter was and I answered that she was thirty five years old and the mother of two boys. Becky smiled and said she was thirty eight and had married but her husband had been killed in a hunting accident almost twenty years ago. They had only been married a year when he had fallen into an abandoned mine vent shaft that was concealed by some bushes. She then told me that she had never remarried, choosing to move back in with her parents and help take care of her father. He had been shot in Viet Nam and was paralyzed. She now had her parent’s house as her father had passed away and Mom was in a nursing home. She added that sometimes the house seemed almost too big for her.

 

Becky turned the car into the parking lot of the motel and stopped near the door. She unlocked the trunk and let me get my luggage out. She again grabbed my laptop case and we walked in the door to the desk. I gave the clerk my name and he looked through his reservation lists and informed me that he had no reservations for me. I showed him my confirmation slip and he said that he was sorry but there were no empty rooms and the same was true in the other motels, because of two reunions in town at the same time, as well as a convention for one of the churches. He apologized but that still didn’t get me a room. Becky suggested that I stay at her house, since she had plenty of room. I started to say no, but she insisted, so I walked back out to her car and we put the luggage back into the trunk. Noticing that it was dinnertime, I offered to at least buy  her dinner in repayment for her hospitality. She agreed and soon we were walking in the door of a very nice Italian restaurant. I ordered a table for two and was escorted back to the corner booth by the greeter. Becky and I sat down and waited for the waitress to bring menus and take our drink orders. I entered into a dialog of small talk, trying to keep my mind off those legs. We discussed the reunion and the declining economy of the area. She told me that she had a good position as a paralegal and was going to stay in the town as long as there was a town to stay in. Becky asked to be excused to go to the ladies room and slid gracefully out of the booth. She asked that I order her a coffee if the waitress came while she was gone. No sooner than she had gone from sight, the waitress came and asked for our drink orders and left two very attractive leather bound menus. I opened mine and could hardly believe the low prices of  the meals. I  looked over the choices until Becky came back from the restroom. I sat quietly while Becky glanced over the menu and told me the lasagna was to die for here. I told her the choice was decided then and we would both have it. We slowly sipped the coffee that the waitress had brought and again just chatted while we waited for the waitress. It was no time at all until she came to take our orders. I told the waitress that we both would have the lasagna, to which she asked if we would like a glass of wine. Noting the look on Becky’s face at the suggestion of wine, I ordered a couple of glasses of a nice red wine. We went back to chatting as we waited to be served our meals.

 

Our meals were soon brought to us and we ate our fill. It had been a long time since I had eaten a good Italian meal cooked in the Sicilian tradition. After the meal we declined the waitress’ offer of a desert, but let her bring us fresh coffee. We again chatted, Becky telling me of her life since her own days in school. After her husband died, she went back to school, majoring in law. She had taken a job in a law firm as a clerk but soon found herself studying to become a paralegal. During the conversation, she mentioned that her maiden name was Hunter. I gave it no thought and went on with our conversation. The waitress came by our booth and left our check, to which I gave the waitress my American Express Card. She disappeared to the front of the restaurant and quickly came back with my card and a copy of the bill for me to sign. Becky and I both slid out of the booth and after leaving a generous tip, I followed Becky out of the restaurant.

 

We got back into her car and buckled up. She thanked me for dinner and told me that breakfast was on her. We drove the rest of the way to her house and turned into the driveway. She parked in the carport and opened the front door of the house, reaching inside to turn on the light. I followed her into the living room and waited while she turned on a light in the hall. She told me to bring my luggage back to a spare bedroom. I wheeled the suitcase back the hall and into the room. I slipped out of my suit coat and hung it in the closet. She told me to go in and turn on the TV while she got a little more comfortable.

 

I walked into the living room and sat on the big leather couch. I saw the TV remote on the coffee table and turned the set on. It was set on Showtime and there was a very revealing movie on. I was used to watching even XXX rated movies, but not with a strange woman young enough to be my daughter. Just as I reached to change the channel, Becky came into the room and said that she had wanted to see that movie and would I mind if we watched it. I looked up at her and got a real surprise. She was dressed in a large pajama top and nothing else. I could see also that she had removed the stockings and wondered about the black lace panties. It wasn’t long till I was convinced she had removed them also. As she crossed the room, I couldn’t see the outline or shadow of any underwear beneath the thin top. She came over and sat beside me, curling her legs back under her. The front of the top was unbuttoned at the very bottom and her legs were showing to within a few inches of her womanhood. I tried to keep my eyes from looking down but was loosing the battle. As I looked downward, she moved and confirmed my earlier conclusions. She was nude beneath the top and her neatly trimmed bush was very much in view. Becky made no attempt to cover herself and was actually moving so that she was revealed even more. Without a word, she leaned over and gave me a soft, wet sensuous kiss on the mouth. Her arms were on my chest and I felt her tongue probing my mouth. I responded by feeling her firm breasts through the thin top. They were a lot firmer than I expected for a woman her age and the nipples were hard as rocks. She reached up without a word and began to slowly unbutton her top, revealing the most beautiful pair of breasts I had seen in many years. I looked down at her pussy and saw that it was beginning to get wet. Her legs were positioned so that I could see her very well. She pulled the top back off her shoulders and tossed it over the coffee table. She straddled my legs and began to unbuckle my belt, then slowly unzipped me. She moved and told me to raise my hips while she pulled my trousers and shorts down and let them fall to the floor. She again sat with her legs curled under her and began to slowly stroke my hard cock. She leaned down and put her lips on my cock and sucked it into her mouth. I was almost ready to blow my load when she told me to lay flat on the couch. I moved until I was flat on my back with my cock standing upright like a flagpole. She turned till she was facing my feet and began to straddle my body. As she leaned down to resume sucking my cock, she slid back until her pussy was inches from my mouth. I held her by the hips and began to lick her wet slit. She moaned softly and slid back even further. I sank my tongue deep into her pussy, tasting her sweet juices. I then probed with my tongue until I found her clit, which was hard and exposed so I could suck it. She began to rock her hips and ride my tongue harder and faster, sucking my cock as she did. It had been so long since I had been in bed with a woman, I was ready to cumm sooner than I wanted to.  A few more strokes on my cock with her tongue wrapping my cock as she sucked and I felt the cumm boiling up from my balls. She sensed I was ready to cumm and sucked faster and rode my face and tongue faster and faster. I suddenly felt my load blasting into her mouth. At the same time, she cried out and began to orgasm. She sucked my cock and swallowed every drop as her orgasm peaked. I could taste her cumm juice and sucked on her pussy to get every drop. She finally collapsed on me and lay resting as she tried to get her breathing back to normal. After a few minutes she leaned over and turned off the TV and suggested we go into her bedroom where there was a lot more room. I followed her down the hall after she switched off the light in the living room. She turned and stepped into her bedroom, pulling me behind her with her warm hand. She had the covers turned back before we even entered the room and led me to the huge king sized bed. She got on the bed and moved over, patting the bed with her hand to invite me to join her. In  the dim light of the night light just outside her door, I could see her naked body, her chest still heaving slightly from her intense orgasm. I lay beside her and put a hand on one of her breasts and began to roll the nipple between my fingers. She arched her back to encourage me to continue. I leaned over her and kissed the erect nipple and flicking my tongue on it. She pulled my head closer and told me to suck her tits. My hand began to explore the closely trimmed bush of fine hair covering her pussy. Her legs parted to give me greater access to her wet slit. I started to bend down and lick her pussy, hoping to get her to suck on my cock as I did. She pulled me back up and said she wanted me to fuck her hot pussy. Being the gentleman I was, I wanted to please the lady and climbed over to a position over her. I slowly dragged my hard cock up and down her flat belly and poked it at her pubic mound. Her legs immediately parted to allow me to gain entrance. I rubbed the head of my stiff cock on her wet slit and felt her lips relaxing. My cock immediately sank deep into her tunnel. I was surprised at how tight she was. Her tight pussy was like a vise, holding on to my cock as I took each stroke. I began slow, fucking her tight pussy with slow, deliberate strokes. After a few minutes, I was increasing the speed and power of my thrusting, trying to match her writhing beneath me. Her hips were lifting me with each powerful grind of her hips. Her legs had locked around my waist and were holding me close as we fucked. After the excellent blow job she had given me in the living room, I was able to go longer in her. I took hold of her legs from around my waist and played “make a wish” with them. That spread her wide open and allowed me to ram her until my balls slapped her ass each thrust. After a few minutes, she reached up and put her hands on my buttcheeks and pulled me close. She left out a cry of pure passion and began Cumming.. Her hips were jerking and she dug her nails into my ass as the convulsions peaked. Her actions put me over the edge and for a minute, we were both Cumming together. She was yelling out, “Yess, Yess!” at the top of her voice and then she surprised me by saying “Fuck me Daddy! Fuck me hard!”. I looked down into her face and saw a look of pure passion and pleasure. She had her eyes closed at that moment but then opened them as her orgasm passed and stared right into my eyes. She asked me if I knew a Kathy Snider from my high school days. I lay with my cock still buried in her tight pussy and Thought back. I told her that I did remember her and that we had a real thing going until I left for the service. Becky looked up at me and said, “ Well, I am the result of that real thing! I am your daughter and you just fucked me.. How does it feel to fuck your little girl? Was I as good as Mom? She said you popped her cherry and was the only boy she fucked till after she had me.”  I looked down at her and saw what I took to be a look of distain in her eyes. I pushed myself off to the side and sat up, expecting her to begin screaming or hitting me or something. I started to sit up and get dressed when she took my hand and told me that she had waited for years to do that with me. When she was a young girl, she had found a photo of me in a box of old stuff in the attic when I was playing. She had also  found some letters that I had written her mother, describing the act that resulted in Becky being born. I asked Becky to let me get to my wallet and I wanted to show her something. I picked up my trousers and pulled out my wallet and removed a small folded up piece of paper. I carefully unfolded the paper and flattened it out on the bed for her to read. It was a letter from her mother telling me that she missed me and loved me but not a mention of her pregnancy. I also pulled and old photo out of my wallet and handed it to her. It was her mother and me at our high school graduation. I had carried the photo and the letter all these long years in my wallet. I reached in and pulled another faded letter from my wallet and handed it to her. It was a Dear John letter, saying she had met someone else and wanted me to forget her. I told Becky that I had never forgotten her in those long years since she sent me that letter. I told him that Mom had moved to her grandma’s in Montana to have the baby and stayed out there for several years. She had met a boy that had accepted Becky and things looked good for a future. That boy married her mother and then was drafted into the army for the war in Viet Nam. He had been killed there and her Mom had moved back to our little home town, hoping the people there would think the baby was his.

 

Becky Started to cry and put her arms around me, holding me tight. She said she had dreamed all these years about making love with me and now she was afraid I would never want to speak to her again. I sat holding Becky in my arms and tried sorting this all out in my head. A part of me was angry for her deception and part of me was still a Dad wanting to comfort his daughter. Another part of me was thinking of the great sex we had just had and wanting more. I asked Becky if her mom was still alive. She told me that she had passed away only a few months ago and she had left the house and everything to Becky.

 

Becky got up from the bed and wrapped a thin robe around her nakedness. She told me to stay put until she returned. She went to the dining room and opened a big roll top desk and took out an envelope. She paddled back to the bedroom and handed me the envelope. It was addressed to me and in Kathy’s handwriting. I opened the envelope and took out a letter. I started reading.

 

The letter was dated several months before she died. It told me that she had written the Dear John to keep me from finding out that I had made her pregnant. It went on to tell me about the husband she lost in Nam and her struggle to support her and her daughter. The rest of the letter just went over the years since I had seen her. She did say that she moved back to our hometown when her father passed away, leaving the family home to her and that she had deeded the house over to Becky after she became ill.

 

By the time I finished reading the letter, My hands were shaking and tears were welling up in my eyes. I lay the letter on the nightstand and looked at Becky. She was sobbing quietly and raised her head up to look at me. She asked if I was mad at her for having sex with her knowing I was her real father. She added that it all started out of spite, but the evening we shared together just made her realize she loved me. She sold her house in our hometown and moved in with me. I have a nice little farm out in the country and we have a lot of privacy to do as we want. She has started to work as a paralegal in the town near our home and comes home in plenty of time for us to take care of the house and have time for some hot lovemaking. I have since changed my will to leave her the farm and all the furniture when I’m gone. I have to admit that hearing her call me Daddy while we are making love keeps me going. I suppose some would call us perverted and sick but we don’t really care. When I see her getting dressed in the mornings for work and she stands naked in our room while she picks out her clothes, I  get aroused like I did years ago. She keeps her pubic hair shaved and her naked pussy is always ready for me. When she comes home at night, her panties are in her purse and she is always ready to fuck her Daddy!

 

 

One of my favorite exhibitions took place in a city north of where we live. Our little village is extremely conservative and would have us burned at the stake if they knew about us. We had a power gate installed with an intercom and remote camera and the whole farm is well fenced. We also have a couple of dogs patrolling the grounds at night..

When we want to play, we go to this large city and have our fun in malls, restaurants and parks located on the outskirts. We also frequent bars in that city known for being very discrete.

 

One such bar was the scene of our favorite episode. My husband and I sat in our van and planned it to the minute. First, my husband walked in and sat on the stool to  the far left of the bar. A few moments later, I walked in and sat next to him. I was wearing skirt and stockings and heels without panties in my way. I seldom wore them anyway. We ignored each other as if we were strangers. Soon, a man walked over and sat beside me, glancing down at my skirt, which had ridden up to reveal the lace tops of the stockings. I turned and gave the man a smile to encourage him. He soon was filling my ear with small talk and complimenting me on my looks and everything he could to hopefully get me aroused. I soon felt his hand on my thigh, testing my reaction. I simply held still and let him work a little higher. My skirt hid the fact that I was not wearing panties and the look on his face when he found it out was one of surprise and approval. I simply spread my legs a little more to let him get his fingers where he was headed. On the seat to my left, my husband was watching this and had a good view of the strange fingers probing me. I glanced down and saw that my husband was indeed enjoying the show. The stranger finally slipped a finger in my soaking wet slit and probed for my clit. He continued to probe until he had two fingers inside me and was massaging my clit. This was all in plain view of my husband, who was trying hard to hide his erection. As the man worked on my pussy, the front of my skirt was working higher and higher until my tummy was showing. The positioning of the stranger and my husband hid me from view of other bar patrons. He kept fingering me until I was almost ready to come. While he was fingering me, I had reached over and was slowly rubbing his member through his trousers. I suddenly felt my orgasm start to overtake my body and rubbed his cock hard until a wet spot in his trousers appeared at roughly the same time. My husband leaned over me when I had calmed down and whispered to the man that a round of drinks should be in order for masturbating his wife. We then enjoyed our fresh drinks and left the bar, laughing as we stepped out into the night air.

 

My flashing was not limited to men. I often flashed women sitting in restaurants, making my exposure less obvious than with men, knowing a lot of women would get very upset seeing me showing myself. One such time, we sat across from another couple and I slowly crossed my legs to test her reaction. At first, there was no reaction but on my second leg cross, she licked her lips and shot me a slight smile over her husband’s shoulder. She then decided to do likewise to me and crossed her own, baring her white panties to me as she slowly crossed hers. After a few minutes, she excused herself to her husband and left for the ladies’ room. As she passed our booth, she whispered for me to follow her. When I walked into the ladies’ room, she opened the stall door she was behind and stepped out in just her stockings and heels. She reached out and raised my skirt and then stepped close, rubbing her bare pussy against mine and holding my buttocks. She then planted a deep, probing kiss on my lips, searching for my tongue. She stepped back in the stall after handing me a slip of paper with a phone number on it. I tucked the paper in my skirt pocket and left her to dress. I called the number later in the week and, after several meets on neutral ground, invited her and her husband to our farm for a weekend. They were grateful to be able to go nude the whole weekend. She told me she talked her husband into coming after pointing out he would see me in the nude and possibly get to see her and I together. It proved to be a very enjoyable weekend. They still stop down a few times each summer.

 

Flashing took place in malls and stores. It was a routine in our car as we drove the interstate highway from home to the city. Last summer, we were going to South Carolina to visit one of  the husband’s family. I went to a studio and had my body painted to look as if I was in a tee shirt top and blue shorts. The artist took special care to make it as real looking as possible. We packed up our small motor home and started south. All I was wearing was the body paint and my husband was wearing a polo top and had shorts at his feet to pull on if needed quickly. I wore only the paint until we stopped just down the street from his relative’s home. It was only then, I pulled on some shorts and a top after showering off in the camper. I have to admit it felt good to get that paint off me. It was water soluble paint and was easy to get off after sweating under it all that way. The artist had given me an ample supply of touch up to make repairs. During the trip, I had gotten out of the motorhome several times at fuel stops and nobody picked up on the fact I was actually naked. If they did, they hid their emotions. My husband and I went to several malls and restaurants in the area down there and I made sure my Yankee ass was seen by as many  Southern boys and ladies as possible. The night before we left, IU waited until about three in the morning and walked completely around the block his relatives lived on, wearing only a pair of five inch heels.

 

After leaving South Carolina, we started home and decided to see how often we could have sex outside on the trip home. I stripped to the skin and he again had only a shirt on as we drove. At practically every rest stop and emergency pull off we saw after dark, we stopped and fucked on the parking area or in the surrounding grassy areas. We did manage to stop and fuck alongside the road in broad daylight but on busy I-95, it’s hard to find a safe place. On one such night stop at a pulloff area with a tractor trailer sitting and idling at one end. We pulled in like a tired motorist and sat there to see if the driver would get out of his truck. We got out of the motorhome and spread a blanket on the ground on the roadside of our vehicle. We then got down and fucked ourselves silly with cars driving by on their way to wherever. After we finished, we picked up the blanket and drove on. In one town near an exit, we got off and drove down the street, stopping at a school and picking a dark area of  the well groomed lawn. We got out of the motorhome and lay on the grass fucking like two high school kids.

 

On the way home, we ran into a heavy rainstorm and pulled off the interstate to wait it out. My husband knew one of my favorite oddities is to fuck in a rainstorm with the rains beating n our naked bodies. He drove the van slowly along a road parallel to the interstate and found a grassy area with a place to park near it. We parked the van and lay in the grass and had absolutely great sex. Every time lightning would light up the sky, our naked bodies were as visible as during bright daylight. Two cars drove by in the storm but neither one must have seen us in the heavy downpour.

 

Our sexual escapades were not limited to our trip south. We had sex in every conceivable place we could and on more than one occasion, we were seen doing so. The thrill of being seen having sex is almost orgasm producing in itself. Sex clubs and certain beaches or camps are havens for this conduct but the thrill isn’t as great when you expect to see sex being performed. It is about as exciting as going to adult movie theaters or drive in movies.

 

We used to have a drive in theater in my home town back when my hubby and I were dating. It showed XXX rated movies and there was more action in the cars than on the screen. My husband-to-be had a big van with a mattress tossed in the back. He would take us to the drive in and back the van into a place near the back. He then opened the rear doors and we could watch the show and even make one of our own. The rules of the drive in stated that we had to be dressed to go to the snack bar or restrooms. All sexual activities were limited to inside the vehicles and all were subject to ID checks for underage.

 

The drive in’s managers were getting more and more strict with the rules and soon began to loose business to the tapes and DVD’s now readily available. The drive in went up for sale and was bought by my husband’s brothers, who immediately changed it into a private club with membership cards and all that stuff. A membership fee of five dollars got you access to the drive in and all the privileges. You were allowed to walk all around the premises completely naked and even have sex outside as long as it didn’t bother anyone. That was a slim possibility, because we all went there to see nudity and sex, both on and off the screen. I used to work the ticket booth in complete nudity and enjoyed every moment. The only places that required anything at all were the snack bar and restrooms, which required that bottoms be worn I never understood the bathroom requirement but the snack bar was a good place to keep things covered.

 

There was a small stage built in front of the screen where you could live out your wildest fantasy in front of everyone. It was required that you bring your own sheets or blanket for that action. The stage was opened about an hour and a half before the main movie started and closed as the movie began. It opened briefly during intermissions, then closed for the rest of the movie. My husband and I took advantage of that stage a few times. The constant hassle from law enforcement and health department officials, along with the widespread availability of tapes and DVD’s finally caused the closing of the drive in and an American institution.

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