Been Sitting On This For a While

Back last month when I was very few and far between, I lost track of a question I'd gotten and then promptly forgot. But I remembered it today, and now I'm going to answer it. Hope it's not too late for whoever asked it.

"What is the most public sexual experience you have ever had? I ask the question with respect to number of possible onlookers and likelihood that those onlookers might take the opportunity." -Anonymous Comment

Well, this was in response to my answers about superlatives, and I think it's a valid question. I answered a similar one about being caught. And frankly, if I had to count the number of people, my stories about the beach probably take pride of place, as far as the most public sex I've ever had.

But there's no way of knowing how public fucking on a beach is, because people aren't aware you're doing it unless they catch you. Whereas I've fucked publicly when everyone there was well aware of what was going on. Fewer people, but they were an audience. I may have mentioned that I've fucked for an audience before, and it's true.

From my hinting about my college experience, I think you can tell that I had exciting times. I didn't like college all that much, but I did like living on a campus with a lot of attractive people. Sure, there were a fair number of unattractive people, and assholes, and the lot, but there were many to choose from.

I'm shy as hell most of the time, but in a certain mood (inebriation helps) I can party pretty hardy. I've told you all about St. Patrick's Day my freshmen year. But that wasn't the only time I was crazy. It was the craziest, maybe, or at least I was the drunkest, but I did get buzzed and do various crazy things all through college.

My roomie Gwen and I threw a party for the entire dorm once where we wound up naked and making out in the center of the room. There were probably 20 people there, mixed group of guys and gals. It was a lingerie/boxer shorts party, and while a lot of people were simply wearing lounging wear, Gwen and I showed them all up by wearing bras and panties only. We attracted quite a crowd of boys when we started making out, and we had no need to get up for drinks, because they brought them to us. Eventually, she jokingly pulled my bra down, and I pulled hers down, and pretty soon we were in nothing but panties.

She has magnificent tits, a little smaller than mine, actually, but on her frame they look bigger. And by this point, I was far enough gone that I wanted her, and she was crazy enough to want me back, so we made out some more, then rolled into the center of the room and started taking bids on taking our panties off. We made 25 bucks to give them to interested parties, and then we just kind of ignored the rest of the party and made out on the floor. We didn't go down on one another, but there were fingers snaking into cunts all over. And I'm pretty sure that some of those fingers were observers.

In the end, we got up, told everyone to have fun, and hightailed it back to our room, because I was feeling a little shy even then. Also, I didn't want to get too crazy, and frankly, I was a bit worried that security would show up and find us. Although, later on, I realized that wouldn't have mattered.

See, I went to a very liberal liberal arts college (no, I won't tell you which one) which had very few rules, and what rules there were didn't amount to much. They'd confiscate alcohol if they found it in public places, and drugs weren't allowed, and parties that got too crazy would be shut down. But you could walk around naked and as long as nobody cared, nobody would complain and you'd get away with it. And who's going to complain about me naked? I thought not.

Anyway, that was pretty public, but it wasn't really sex. But a few parties later, I had a boyfriend of sorts, and he and I went to this drunken rager. I don't remember where it was, probably not on campus because it wouldn't have lasted. There were kegs and booze and drugs and all sorts of craziness. It wasn't that there were that many people; it was probably about the same size as a campus party. But they were crazier.

My date had no sense of limits, and he had way too much to drink, and was slobbering all over me while we tried to dance. He basically started feeling me up (I was wearing clothes which made this screamingly obvious to everyone) and saying in a very loud voice that he wanted to fuck me. And the other guys there were shouting, "Fuck her! Fuck her!" and I was a little intimidated and wanted to go home. Frankly, I was worried that I would get raped when my date passed out and I was left to the tender mercies of the crazy guys.

When I didn't immediately drop to the floor and let him have his way with me, he got all angry and staggered off looking for someone else to fuck, he said. I sort of shrank into a corner, but the guys there were drunk and rowdy, not insane. They gave me some looks, but that was it.

My "boyfriend" came back with this blonde bimbo who was wasted, more wasted than he was, and started pawing her on the dance floor. She was giggling at first, but then she started telling him to stop, and he just wasn't listening. Eventually, I went over to stop him from being a total dick and told him that it was time to go home, and that he should let the girl alone.

He got all weepy and sorry and I just wanted to kick his fucking teeth in. But then I turned around and saw that that bitch who had been acting like she was about to be raped was on her knees sucking some other guy's cock. He saw it too, and was all set to go over and fight for his honor, or something. I told him that if he'd just shut the hell up and not make trouble, I'd suck him off. I know, it seems a bit odd, but at this point, I was kind of tired and wanted to just get whatever was going to happen over with, and I figured that if I was with him, the other guys would leave me alone.

He wouldn't get hard. He was flaccid and staggering, and then he ran off with his cock hanging out looking for the bathroom. And something snapped. I wanted to piss the bastard off. So I found a guy I knew who was also there, who was drunk enough that I could proposition him but hopefully not drunk enough to be a limp sock, and told him I wanted to fuck him, right there in the room. The other guys, including the one getting his cock sucked by the blonde, were chanting again, and this guy wasn't going to say no.

By the time my ex-boyfriend came back, my new toy had his cock, which was nice and hard and long, up inside my cunt and was railing me while the guy who had just finished getting blown by the blonde was feeling my tits. Another guy offered me a drink, and I said what the hell. It was anger sex, nothing more, nothing less. My ex took one look at me, I smiled sweetly at him, and then he staggered off again.

Well, the guy who was fucking me pulled out and the blonde stepped in and finished him. Then she moved on to a third guy to suck him off. There were other guys in the room who wanted me, but the guy who had fucked me was sober enough to help me out of there.

I was pretty drunk, and I didn't know where my date was, and I didn't care. I wound up going back to my car and sleeping with the doors locked. I don't know what happened to the asshole, and I can't say that I care. I didn't see him again, and I didn't return his calls.

So that was pretty public, and there was plenty of opportunity to join in, although I was lucky that no one did.

But the most public audience-type sex I've ever had was even crazier than drunken party sex, of which I have more stories that I could tell, but won't right now. The most public sex I've ever had for an audience was when I was dating this guy in college who was heavily into the theatre. I mean, I'm into theatre, but he was an artist.

He was a masters student, putting together a thesis, and one of the things he had to do was do a performance critique for a group of faculty. He had this whole thing worked out with lots of arty crap, and he needed a woman to play a role where she would be naked along with him on stage (can you guess where this might be going). It was all deeply symbolic, Adam and Eve type shit.

Well, he couldn't get anyone else, so he asked me. I said sure, why not, because when I'm on stage, I tend to lose any inhibitions. The thing about this "play" was that it was all improvisational. There was a rough guideline for scenes, but dialogue and action were totally made up on the spot. He told me I'd be fine, and we even rehearsed the scene a few times, basically locked down the dialogue for that part of it. I was a little nervous, but it seemed like I could just stick to the script and we'd be fine. At least, he said we'd be fine.

Now I'm fine with improvisation; I can run off on a tangent a mile long. I just thought the whole thing was pretty flaky, truth be told. And I was a bit worried that he'd get flaky too, and I'd be trapped in that scene forever.

Well, the night of the crit came, and there were people there to see it, not just the faculty, but students too. I was a little nervous, but he reassured me. It was supposed to open the play (obviously, if it's Adam and Eve, right?) so we went out in our birthday suits and they brought up the lights, and there we were, naked in front of probably 50 people in the audience. Now nudity wasn't abnormal in our college theater, but full frontal was a bit out there. There were a few gasps. I'd like to think they were gasping at my beauty. Right?

Lo and behold, he starts improvising like crazy, just going on and on and on, and I'm standing there in the altogether trying to keep up. And finally, I don't know, I lost inhibitions and went over and kissed him. It wasn't in the plan at all. But it worked, I think, although I don't know, since I didn't really try to understand the deep significance of the play (it was really, really arty, which I'm not a huge fan of).

He was still in character, and I was feeling in some character, and while he kept going on (I remember ideas coming to me, but I'll be damned if I know from where or what he was saying) I got to my knees and started blowing him. I'll say this, it got a reaction, a murmur. He was a pro at acting; just kept right on going, working it into what he was saying. And then when I stood up and said something about fertility and being a woman (I don't even remember my own lines) and pulled him down to the stage, he finally shut up when I straddled him facing the audience, said various useful things, and then eased my hips down until he was inside me.

He was a good fuck, and being on stage didn't change that, and I'm afraid that I got into it and started spouting off at the mouth too. I was monologuing terribly.

Eventually, after I had cum once and was wrapping up my remarks, he stiffened and came into me, and then gasped the line that was the cue for the scene to be over. And the lights went down, and he slipped out from under me, letting semen spill out from my cunt, and headed backstage to change for the next scene. And I got the hell off stage too, because instinct sort of took over.

It wasn't porno, and it wasn't planned. And the faculty thought it was a bit too edgy, but they gave him a passing grade because the rest of it worked. And I realized that, while he was a good fuck, he was flaky as hell, and so we broke up because he was in love with the theatre.

So yeah, that was sex in public, don't you think? Answered that question hardcore! And I swear it's true. We were far enough away from the audience that I don't know if they could tell whether we were faking it or not, but simulated sex wasn't all that odd on stage at my college either. I know some people knew it was real. I told Gwen, for one thing. She thought it was sexy as hell, and we fucked very acrobatically for hours that night.

Keep those questions coming, and I'll try to be more prompt answering them. Lexinaughtygirly(AT)gmail.com, or you can post a comment.