It Was Only In Public

The first several dozen blow jobs of my life happened in public places, wherever two horny teens could find a hidden place to get off. Anna was my high school sweetheart, and it was just as hard to sneak around her house as it was at mine. Neither of us owned a car, either... so we had to resort to fooling around in public places as sneakily as possible. It was a rush!

We found a lot of great alleys and old buildings to fool around in, and pretty much anywhere else from the street that looked private enough to let us taste each other's parts in peace.

She was a cute petite brunette with great, massive ****. She had a curvy figure, but really played down her sex appeal. She didn't care for the attention that D cup breasts on a petite girl brought her, and so she had an almost tomboyish style for a little bit.

It wouldn't be uncommon to stroll around school or the surrounding neighborhood with Anna and just hang out and chat. All the while, we would be on the lookout for an alley, or a shadowy crevice between two buildings, or behind abandoned shops... The possibilities were endless.

We'd just find a place and get to it. She was petite, 5". I was tall and slender at 6". It was easy for her to just lean down and slurp my **** into her mouth. There was the element of danger... we did this in broad daylight at times, though we tried to stick to the night. Even at night, there's always the chance that you'll get caught. The sense of urgency gave it extra excitement. There's a certain special excitement about shooting a load down a girl's throat while wondering if distant windows can see you, or if rustling leaves meant that someone was about to turn the corner.

At the right times and places, and if Anna was feeling especially adventurous, I'd get to lay my sweater on the ground for her. She'd get on her knees and suck me off as I would be leaning against some wall or dumpster or fence. When she'd get on her knees, she would let me *** on her. Spurts and dribbles of *** on her lips and chin and neck. We got our aim down so that it wasn't too messy. We ended up calling the technique a "**** beard." She'd clean herself up, scooping *** into her mouth trying to swallow every drop. Then she'd stand up and wipe herself off with the sweater she'd knelt on.

On less adventurous days, she'd simply lean down and give me head until i shot my load into her throat. She loved swallowing and cleaning me up, which I miss.

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Jan 12, 2013