In An English Country Garden

It was a hot summer's day. My girlfriend and I had been working hard all week in our respective jobs and decided to have a day out on Saturday to relax. We wanted somewhere peaceful, with maybe a tea room on the premises and decent pubs nearby; so we went to a nationally known garden for a wander around the greenery, woodlands and hothouses.

We were in our twenties, still in that first flush of sexual experimentation, spending whole weekends in bed, doing different things in different ways, because we could. I had taken her virginity and was schooling her in the excitement that sex could bring to our lives, especially kissing, groping and fingering in public, or semi-public places. By now she was attuned to my needs when I was feeling horny, which could be due to any minor thing like material rubbing on my cock, or looking at her tits or the cleft between her thighs. At any rate, she recognised my behaviour when hunting for a private place to satisfy our urges, and enthusiastically joined in.

We were walking on a vast lawn, bordered by exotic bushes and foliage and dotted with trees and shrubs over a hundred years' old, the sun beating down making everything slightly sweaty, when it hit... it was suddenly imperative that I do something about the seven inches of firm flesh that was threatening to show itself above the waistband of my jeans. I started searching for a secluded place amongst the couples and families wandering around. I searched the borders of the lawn... nothing. I thought of places we had passed to get here... nothing. The urge was getting stronger and my girlfriend recognised it, adding her eyes to mine in the search for a private shagging place. In desperation, I looked at the ancient shrubs, the nearest one had a central trunk and branches drooping to ground level, heavy with leaves, that looked impenetrable. But... there was a small gap, possibly made by an animal, which allowed access to the central, more or less secluded, area. We looked at each other, we looked around to see if anyone was watching, then scooted into the dappled interior of the shrub.

It was going to be a quickie, no question. She lay down on the compacted earth, undid her jeans and pulled them completely off one leg, complete with knickers,  allowing her to spread her milky white thighs and show me her glistening wet slit below a trimmed thatch of blonde curls. I did likewise, pushing my jeans down to my ankles, releasing my hard, stiff, purple headed cock from its prison, still leaking the precum which had soaked my underwear and threatened to conspicuously wet my trousers. Our go-to foreplay was oral and even in these circumstances there was no reason to forgo the delight of tasting her nectar before entering her. I looked her in the eyes and she returned my smile. We heard voices passing several feet away and, after ensuring we were unlikely to be seen by casual passers-by, our smiles broadened and I ducked my head in-between her legs. I eased my hands under her arse cheeks, lifting her pink purse up to my mouth, and lazily licked the full length of her vulva with a flat tongue, opening the labia and alighting at the hood of her clit. Pointing my tongue I delved around and inside the hood, tickling the clit and making her give a stifled moan. More voices, a few feet away now. More licking and probing and moaning before the urgency of the situation compelled us to think about what we needed, a quick shag, before we were discovered.

I got up on my knees and she watched as I stroked myself to full stiffness. Her legs opened even more, inviting me in. I leaned forward, falling onto my elbows, feeling the light touch of her pubic hair as I dragged my cock down the few inches to her wet, flowering cunt. The head of my cock slid down past her clit and I moved forward, pushing it into the soft, comforting folds of flesh that gripped it so gently. We both knew it was going to be fast and rough, with time being the most important factor. It seemed to be getting busier and voices appeared to be closer, more often.

I pistoned into her with the enthusiasm and endurance of youth, using the muscles and texture of her vaginal walls to essentially wank myself to orgasm. Within a few minutes, as a chatty family passed by, it was over, in a muffled, whimpering, breathless sort of way, as the last twitches of my cock emptied into her. Once again our eyes met, our smiles reflected in each other's face. We had potentially exposed our naked arse, cock and cunt to any inquisitive visitor who peered into the internal cavity within the shrub. We had fucked like rabbits while hearing strangers walking by a few feet away and it had excited us even more, knowing they might hear and investigate. And we had not been caught.

Still smiling, we did what little dressing we had to do, cautiously peered out and slipped into public view again. Walking through the gardens, my cock deflated and leaked spunk into my underwear, and my girlfriend's knickers flooded as gravity helped a full load of semen out of her cunt.

Not quite fucking in public, but the next best thing. And very exciting.