True Sex Stories: Tickle My Skin

Adventures in outdoor sex.

I've had sex outside a few times.  Ok, more than a few times.  The roof of my current building is a favorite spot for blow jobs.

I consider blow jobs sex.  (Insert cliched Bill Clinton reference here.)  I consider pussy licking sex.  I consider mutual masturbation sex.

There are two guys in recent memory whom I've not fucked, but whom I've had sex.  One I've been with twice.  The first time I tossed a couple of condoms his way, because I always have condoms.  I jokingly said, "I guess that's presumptive of me," to which he didn't respond other than to not use any condoms because his penis entered neither my pussy nor my ass.  Which is not to say we didn't have a great time, because we absolutely did.

And that's why we had a second time.  The second time was a lot of fun, but in a different way.  We didn't have to do the bother of getting to know each other since we'd already fucked.  When we got back to my place after lunch we went to my room and he fucked me with my njoy Eleven.  That thing kicks ass.

I get a bit – just a bit – of the idea that he's fascinated by my pussy that will take a lot.  Even if he isn't, he's fun, and goes along with the dirty things I do.

I first had sex outside when I was 16.  I was seeing a girl, Erica, about whom I've written in my "A Diary Entry" posts.  We fucked in a small cemetery in a field outside our work, a Round Table Pizza in Cameron Park, California.  For whatever reason, the cemetery had been fenced off, and "preserved."  There were maybe four graves in the "cemetery."  I can't imagine that with all the development that must've occurred in that area that that cemetery hasn't been forgotten except by the few of us who fucked there.

When I was around 20 years old, I fucked on the roof of a building and was subsequently caught by one of the building's security guards.  The building was the Pasadena Civic Auditorium.  The Emmy Awards were held there for a while, including the year I fucked on its roof.

When I was in Bangkok for the second time, I fucked on the roof of my apartment building.  It was hot as fuck so we sought shelter in the rooftop laundry room.  It was still hot, but at least there was a breeze and a view.

I've been propositioned on a roof:  There's something about the fresh air and expansive view that makes a guy want to pull out his cock.

I've "lost" my pants on a beach:  There's something about the fresh air and sound of crashing waves that makes me want to expose my ass, and run to allow the sea air to tickle my clit and tease my pussy. I've fucked on a beach, being careful not to let sand get anywhere it could cause irritation and damage.

Right now I have someone "after" me to get it on on my roof.  He and I have fucked plenty, just not on my roof, yet.  Maybe soon ….

When I was in sixth grade I moved in with my father and his family, my sister, my step-mother, step-sister, and step-brother in Palo Cedro, California.  In our back yard was a creek in which, on at a very few occasions, us kids skinny dipped.

There's a naughtiness to being naked outside.  Having sex outside is not only naughty, but it's also clean, and fresh, and free.  It's pure.  Outdoor sex is not dirty, or nasty, or rough, or wrong; it's natural and right.

I look forward to camping with the Viking at the end of this month.

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