We sit back at our table, both of us flushed, breathing heavily. Slowly, the pub comes back into focus—the sounds of people talking, the clink of glasses, reality. Our eyes lock as we bring ourselves back under control, the need for each other lingering with the memory of what just happened.

You take a sip from your drink. A breeze of cold air under your thin summer dress makes you realize how exposed you are, but this only serves to heighten your tension again. You can still feel the wetness from your orgasm on the bench beneath you.

The girl at the nearby table looks just as flushed. We steal a glance at her and then smile together. We clearly weren’t as discreet as we’d hoped. It’s then I realize that I am even more exposed than you. We both glance down and stifle a laugh as I adjust myself, struggling to put my still-hard cock back inside my jeans. It does little to hide how much I still need you.

I lean in, kissing you again slowly, but the passion is still undiminished. The electric charge between us keeps us on the verge of losing control.

We take a sip from our drinks, trying to move back into the realms of reality, trying to pretend this is just a normal night.

“That was amazing,” you breathe, your voice unsteady.

“I’ve needed that for so long,” I reply, my voice just as rough.

We try to return to normal, sensible conversations, but it feels pointless. The small talk does little to lower the tension between us.

My thoughts return to the wet bundle of fabric you left on the floor beneath our table, to how exposed you are for me. Looking into your eyes, I can see your thoughts match mine—our need for each other still simmering, barely contained beneath the surface.

My hand finds your knee again, and your response is instant. Almost without thinking, I feel you part your legs slightly. At the same time, your hand comes to rest on my lap. My reaction is immediate. You feel me stiffening and growing under your lightest touch.

I exhale sharply. “Oh fuck,” I groan quietly. “I’m not sure how long I can sit this close to you without throwing you on this table and fucking you right here! No one has ever made me lose control like this.”

A teasing smile flashes across your face. “Who says I want you to control yourself? But perhaps we shouldn’t get ourselves kicked out.”

“Perhaps we should move on then, before we really get into trouble.”

We stand, trying to compose ourselves as we make for the door. As we walk outside, the cool summer night air hits us and reignites everything we felt at our table.

You turn suddenly, pushing me up against the pub wall. Your mouth presses against mine, urgent, desperate, as you wrap your arms around my neck. I pull you tight against me, my hands sliding under your dress, lifting it slightly and exposing you to anyone who cares to glance over—but neither of us can even comprehend the world outside this moment.

“I need you inside me,” you whisper against my lips.

I take your hand without a word, leading you across the road toward the park opposite. The noise of the pub fades behind us, replaced with quiet, dark spaces where we can lose ourselves.

We walk to one of the picnic tables tucked slightly out of the way. I lift you onto it, kissing you deeply as you spread your legs and pull me tight against you.

The sounds of the pub and town fade quietly into the background as we look into each other’s eyes, feeling whatever restraint we had slipping away.

Your hands move to my jeans, slowly easing them open as your eyes never leave mine. Your touch is confident, deliberate, as you slowly take hold of my thick, hard cock, watching every reaction you draw from me as my breath catches.

Your hand slides slowly up and down the shaft as you lean in to kiss me again, feeling it grow with every stroke. The kiss lingers only for a few seconds before you slowly lower yourself to your knees.

Your gaze never leaves mine, making it impossible to look away as your lips touch me. You kiss your way gently over my length, your tongue sliding over me until you finally slide your beautiful lips around me.

A deep groan escapes my lips as I feel your warm mouth around me. My fingers run through your hair instinctively. You take your time—no rushing, no hesitation—just letting the sensations build until it’s almost too much to hold.

My grip tightens in your hair as the rhythm increases, pushing me closer to the edge. I can see your other hand slipping beneath the fabric of your summer dress, and the sight alone is nearly enough to finish me off.

“Oh god…” I breathe. You don’t stop. Your eyes close as your fingers begin teasing yourself, and stifled moans are too much for me to handle.

You hear the change in my breathing, my body tensing under your touch. Your other hand is soaking wet as you play with yourself. Your eyes open again as you enjoy the control you have over me right in this moment.

“I’m close…” I urge, my voice rough and barely audible.

You don’t rush; your eyes never leave my face as you let the tension stretch out. You want to see every moment as I lose myself. Your other hand moves back up to my thick cock. I can see how wet it is as your fingers wrap around me.

“Don’t…” I start, but the words are lost.

You don’t stop.

You continue exactly as you want, controlling the situation until the tension finally breaks. I let out a loud groan as my head tips back.

You move your head away as your hands continue stroking me, your eyes still locked on my face, watching my ecstasy. Your dress has fallen away, exposing your amazing breasts as I cum over them. Jet after jet covers you as you continue stroking me, the warm night air blowing over your skin.

My breath comes in ragged gasps. “Oh fuck, you’re dangerous,” I mutter hoarsely.

“I think you like that,” you reply with a sweet smile.

I let out a small laugh as I pick you up and pull you close to me. “I really do. But we aren’t done yet.” You feel my hard cock pressing against you as you instinctively wrap your legs around me.

You kiss me hard, urgently, and a moan escapes your lips as you grind your hips against me. I tease you, grinding against your clit, feeling your need, the tension building.

“Please,” you whisper, your voice trembling. “I need you inside me. Fuck me!”

The way you say it nearly breaks me. I continue moving slowly, deliberately against you, letting you feel every second of it. You whimper softly in anticipation.

Finally, I give in. I slowly push the tip against your entrance. Your moans become louder, more desperate, before I finally ease you down onto me.

You gasp loudly as, finally, you feel every inch of me stretching you. I hold you there for a moment, both of us lost in the sensation.

I carry you to the table and lay you back, still deep inside you. You drag me down with you, your grip tightening around me, your breath ragged.

I begin to move, slow and deep at first. Our moans of pleasure mingle with the night air. Finally being together in this moment, the one we’ve talked and fantasized about for so long, the rest of the world disappears around us. Only the passion, the desire, the need we have for each other remains.

I bite your neck as I thrust, every movement pushing deeper, as your nails rake down my back, trying to pull me ever closer.

Rising to my feet I watch you lying back on the table, your loose dress pulled down, your amazing breasts bouncing with every thrust inside you. The sight of my wet cock sliding into you urges me on, exciting me and making my need for you ever greater.

Suddenly, a small noise distracts me. A quiet whimper draws my gaze to the side. The girl from the pub has followed us, unable to resist what we had started at the table.

She sits on the floor nearby, her skirt hitched up, her underwear around her ankles as she teases herself. Shocked to be caught, unsure of what to do next, but reluctant to stop. She is almost as lost in the moment as we are. I smile over at her, and she shyly smiles back as she pushes a finger inside with one hand while the other plays with her clit, biting her lip.

“I think we may have an audience,” I whisper to you quietly as I continue inside you.

“Well, you better not stop then," you reply with a wicked grin.

Your words only excite me even more, and the wicked grin on your face only makes me need you more. I start driving my cock harder into you. Your escalating moans push me ever closer to losing control.

“Yes! Fuck me!” you cry out. The sight, the sound, the feel of you, I’ve never felt an uncontrollable intoxication like this before. Nothing is more important in the world right now.

You glance over at the girl on the floor. Her eyes are locked on you, her fingers moving faster, her moans getting louder, mirroring our own needs.

“Don’t stop,” you gasp to me. “I’m so close.”

Hearing those words is almost too much for me. My cock pushes deeper and faster, all three of our cries growing together until you finally scream out.

Your body trembles uncontrollably as wave after wave of orgasm washes over you. The sight and sensation of it pushes me over the edge, and I cum again deep inside you. You feel me pulsing inside you with every ejaculation. My hard cock slips from inside you as the last few streams cover your wet folds. I love watching it drip between your lips as my cock rests against you before pushing back inside you again.

In the background, we hear the cries of our observer as she orgasms along with us. The sight of us climaxing together is too much for her. She leans back against the tree as she orgasms again and again before lying there panting, trying to recover.

I lean down to kiss you, my cock still filling you, both of us still breathing heavily.

“That was perfect. More than I ever imagined,” you moan softly to me.

“Better than our fantasies,” I breathe back.

“I think our audience enjoyed herself too,” you giggle. We look over to see the girl pulling up her knickers and straightening her clothes. She glances over at us and smiles shyly before vanishing off into the night to rejoin her friends.

“Perhaps she has the right idea,” you say as we slowly stand up and start dressing ourselves. You lean forward, tucking me back inside my jeans. “Where next?” you ask, that beautiful, naughty grin playing across your face.