It was a cool spring evening, and my husband and I were enjoying a concert at the park. We brought along a picnic dinner, and had already eaten and had a couple of glasses of wine, and were now relaxing and enjoying the music. There was a pretty good turnout for an early spring concert, although it wasn't nearly as crowded as it would be in the middle of the summer.
We were sitting near the back of the park, on a thick blanket. My husband was leaning against a big tree, with his legs spread. I was lounging with my back against his chest, in between his legs, my knees bent up. It was a clear night, but a little chilly, so we had a big fluffy blanket spread over us. We were warm and comfy.
I was pleasantly relaxed, listening to the band, and snuggled up with my honey. I felt my husband's hands on my knees under the blanket. His hands moved in circles around my kneecaps, and then I felt them trail down the inside of my thighs. I was wearing a sundress that was probably a little cool for the weather, so he had full access all the way down my bare legs to my panties. In my deeply peaceful state, I was simply enjoying the touch of his hands against my skin, but then I almost jerked up when I felt his fingers on my panty-covered pussy.
"Hon," I whispered, not wanting to draw attention. "What are you doing? We're in public!"
"I know," he whispered back, in my ear. "No one can see us. We're way in the back, and with this big blanket, you can't even tell what I'm doing." He was right, although he was softly rubbing me, the blanket draped over my bent knees wasn't moving in an obvious way. Still we were in public.
Since I couldn't do anything then, without making a scene, I gave in to the sensations he was causing, fully leaning back against my husband's broad chest. His hand continued rubbing back and forth against the slight fabric covering my pussy, caressing me gently. I was pushing up slowly against his hand, breath starting to speed up.
"You are so wet," he purred in my ear, sending a shiver through me. "Tell me, do you want me to make you come right here, in the middle of all these people?"
"Yes," I sighed, completely lost to what he was doing to me. At that point if I looked up and saw a circle of people around us, watching, I still wouldn't have had him stop. I needed him to keep going. I had to get my release. His free hand cupped my breast through the fabric of the dress, nipple hardening from his touch. While down under the blanket, his hand pushed the material aside, and I could barely stifle a moan when his warm fingers made direct contact with my slick clit.