Erotic Recounts: The Botanical Gardens

For all you pedophiles, voyeurs, and exhibitionists out there, this story is for you. I was 16, and censored was 18.

We were at the local botanical gardens walking around in the middle of spring. The weather was beautiful, the flowers were in full bloom.

Walking through the bamboo garden, we were slightly secluded, and he took that opportunity to kiss me. At first it started out as a slow, romantic kiss. Our lips met, with his hands on my waist. Those hands moved downward onto my hips, then a soft caress of my ass. Even though this picturesque environment and this loving kiss were romantic, my thoughts were increasingly dirty. My pussy became ever more wet, and I whispered into his ear after a short nibble that we needed to fuck.

Looking around we realized that the bamboo garden was not a suitable place, so we continued to walk around, occasionally fingers flickering over each other’s pelvic areas. People were everywhere. After several more minutes of walking, we realized that we were either going to have to leave or find a way to fuck in front of everybody.

We sat on a bench in the middle of this circular garden to formulate a plan. The path winding through the gardens looped around where we were sitting, so we were visible from all 360°. We were talking, trying to figure out where we could have sex (home was too far away, hotels were too expensive — we could possibly go back to that business a few blocks away with an abandoned parking lot…), but the conversation became less verbal and increasingly more handsy.

I couldn’t control myself. I wanted to feel that hard cock underneath his restricting jeans. He slipped his hand up my skirt and squeezed my inner thigh, and then flicked his finger over my clit. My panties were surely soaked at this point. He slid my panties aside and slipped a finger in, and at that point I was so distracted that words no longer exited my mouth — in fact I’m sure I couldn’t even remember what a word was in my mind. He placed his finger wet with my juices up to my lips, and I licked it off for him. We started kissing again — but we had to stop because a family was walking by. A mom and three children… Waiting, waiting, waiting…they finally left.

Back to kissing, this time more amorous. My hands became more agressive, squeezing that lovely hip bone, slipping the tips of my fingers into his pants. My other hand was on his back, feeling that warm, smooth skin beneath his shirt.

Up until now, my legs had been resting on his perpendicularly. I scooted a bit closer to him, so that my ass was resting on his legs leg, and my face was buried into his neck. Every time a person or a family would walk by, we’d stop, smile and giggle, pretend to be talking about something, and act like a cute young couple on an innocent date in a beautiful garden.

Eventually we both came to realize that we weren’t going to be leaving to hit up that empty parking lot a few miles away. We were both too horny, too needy, too filled with hunger, and we were going to end up fucking right here in front of the dozens of people who were passing by us. He unzipped his pants and pulled out his stiff penis and I played with it between my toned thighs. At this point I was quite wet, and he very easily slipped in — all the way in. God, he was deep in there. It felt amazing, and exhilarating to be there in public with people passing us by, and nobody had any idea because my skirt was covering it all.

I wanted to straddle him and fuck him hard. I wanted to change positions to have more leverage, to really play with his hard cock in my pussy. But we were quite restricted… We took it slow, very slow. There was not much up-and-down movement, but lots of rotational gyration, and lots of side-to-side movement. He was so deep, pressing up against my cervix. It hurt but also felt incredible.

We wouldn’t stop all motion when people walked by. We were somehow really good at acting in this moment, pretending like we were just having a good ole innocent time. But little did they know (or did they?) that his dick was shoved all the way in me as they all passed us.

Our breathing rhythmically became more labored, and soon small sounds were escaping slightly open lips. His hands were agressive. When nobody was around, he’d squeeze my ass and pull my cheeks apart, at times shoving his fingers up to my pussy, feeling his naked dick slide in and out. He’d flick over my asshole, then back to squeezing my ass.

Even though our sex was gentle and inhibited, the subtle agression was building. I couldn’t help myself from holding my hand up to his throat for a slight choke, or pulling back on his hair and forcing him to kiss my neck. He would nibble on my ear, kiss downward, bite into my neck or shoulder…

The movements got faster, and our job of pretending that nothing was happening as people passed by started to seem less important… somehow achieving orgasm was a higher priority than not getting caught. We continued to kiss and touch even if somebody was watching. I wasn’t getting off on the exhibitionist aspect — I was just so into him and so loved the feeling that was radiating from my groin to the rest of my body that I just didn’t give a fuck anymore if a nice mom saw us and realized what we were doing.

Closer, I was getting closer, and his orgasm was building too. I threw my head back, my mouth open, moans escaping, and slight grunts came from him. Each movement was forceful, heavy, aggressive. I whispered, “I’m going to come, I’m going to–”

Words failed me; I could no longer think; I could no longer speak. His nails dug into my hip and my neck and I felt him thrust as far into me as he could. I could feel him pulsating inside me and thick come spurted inside me. The release I felt was incredible. We came together– and then all was over.

And shit. There were people there. They saw. Oh fuck. We had to get the fuck out of there. Quickly I got up and adjusted my panties which were now sticky with sperm and my own juices.

We ran as fast as we could out of there, holding hands and laughing.