The Bridge
This is a story about the time my wife and I had our first ever exhibitionist experience, only we had no idea we were going to live it. All characters are over 18 years of age and no names have been used to protect the not so innocent. It is a true story which, in IMHO, makes it that much better.
One afternoon my wife and I went hiking in Thomaston Reservoir Park. There is a bridge which goes across the top of the dam at the southern end of the reservoir. It was late in the day in early Spring, and no one was around, at least we didn't think there was. She was in a hiking skirt, and I was in hiking shorts. We both went commando which we have found makes for much more interesting hikes.
We made it to the middle of the bridge and looked out over the reservoir just as the sun was setting. As we leaned against the railing it was a remarkable sight to behold. She was entranced with the way the light was shimmering off the water. She looked absolutely delicious in the setting sun's color. I kept looking at her, then the natural beauty of nature around us, then back at her. I was amazed how beautiful she was. I leaned in from behind her and placed my arms around her waist and pulled her close. Holding her was a wonder in itself, soft, warm and "just right". I kissed her neck and ears (she goes crazy when I do that). She leaned her head back against my shoulder, opening her ivory tower to my kisses. Moments later I felt her starting undulate back against me, moving her hips like a lap dance. It didn't take long for me to exhibit my appreciation.
She reached around slowly, but kept looking out over the scenery, and unzipped my shorts and pulled my cock out. She stroked me several times and once I was hard and free, she slowly moved her hands back to her front but at the same time lifted the back of her skirt. Here was my innocent wife, who rarely takes chances, offering herself to me in a public place no less. I looked left... I looked right... and saw no one, I slide myself softly against her moist garden, feeling her arousal and then I took the plunge and in one swift motion was buried in her. She let out a surprised squeal which echoed across the dam and reservoir, and we were off.