Sex in the Par

There is an old barn in the park next to my house. Its rusted walls used to hold horses years ago but it is abandoned now. The closet exhibitionist in me has always wanted to play in the old barn. This is my fantasy.

It's an early July morning and before it gets too hot, we decide to go for a walk. The heat of the dawn is already warm and humid, yet the sun hasn't peaked. It's so early only a few dedicated joggers are out. Our walk is leisurely as we hold hands and talk. We get to the old barn just off the path and you gently pull my hand as we walk towards it.

I have seen this abandoned barn many times on my walks. You have mentioned once or twice, how much fun it would be to have outdoor sex inside the barn. You hope someone watches but I'm too shy to want my neighbors to see. One whole side of the barn is open so we head to the inner corner where we will be safe from sight. You position me about 2 feet away from the wall and tell me to turn away from you and put my hands on the wood and not move them. I feel your hand raise my sundress and rub over the lacy panties that are barely covering my ass. You lean over my back to grab my breasts while kissing my neck and I feel your erect cock stretching your shorts. You pull down my panties and open my legs with your foot. Again, I am not to move. I'm nervous of being caught it the thought is also exciting.

Your fingers begin to rub and play with my pussy, concentrating on my already swollen clit from our lovemaking earlier that morning. I feel your large fingers enter me and begin to pump. Because of your large sized cock, I need to be very wet before you can comfortably fuck me. Your other hand is pulling on my nipple and massaging my breast. You hush me as I start to softly moan. It's so hard to stay quiet because of the pleasures you give me but I bite my lip in hopes of being silent. You have worked my pussy well enough that I am extremely wet and you use that moisture to lube my ass. Your thumb finds that opening and begins to gently thrust in and out. The feeling of your in my pussy and my ass is more than I can take and within minutes, I'm a wet mess as I come all over your hand.

Before I can catch my breath, you have impaled my pussy with your huge uncut cock. Its curved thickness stretches me beyond imagine, finding the g-spot every time. It's almost 9 inches of length reaches my cervix causing a painful delight. These sensations together sends me into ecstasy over and over making my climax climb. I want you to stop yet I don't want the delicious sensations to stop. You begin to pump, holding me with one arm and the other hand is covering my mouth reminding me to be quiet. I am moaning and trying to hold my screams in while you have your way with me. I hold myself up using the wood board in front of me but my other hand goes to my clit where I rub while you are fucking me so hard and deep. I feel my climax peaking and you tell me to come. I know you are not ready and can last longer than I can but I want that delicious feeling of climaxing. Your arms holds me tighter so I don't push you out as I squirt over and over all over your cock and down my legs.

I'm beginning to fade and tire from the intensity and number of my orgasms I've had that morning. My legs are starting to shake, I am sweating and my breathing is labored. You pull out and bend me over, allowing me to rest my head on my arms. I feel you spit on my asshole and feel you gently enter. You are so large, my ass does not easily take you. The feel of tightness will be your end and in only a few minutes and you are coming deep inside me. As I look over, I see a jogger standing by a tree watching us. He has a smile on his face and a bulge in his tight shorts. How long has he been there?

You pull out and I feel your cum drip down my ass and thighs. I'm too tired to move so you hold me in your arms until we can walk back home. We stay a few minutes to righten our clothes and you gently kiss me telling me how proud you are that I did that. I helped make one of your fantasies come true. Walking home, we pass the jogger who smiles again and wishes us a good day. Embarrassed, I blush knowing I will surely see him again on the same path. It will be our little secret what he saw that day in the barn.