The Phone Sex Bar

One of society’s big taboos is sex in public

During our vacation, we decide to take the 30 minute cable-car ride to the summit of the local peak. There’s a large crowd waiting to board the next cable-car, so I’m silently hoping the views are worth it. Finally the crowd starts to move, and we shuffle into the standing-room-only cable car. You’re right behind me, but I can’t even turn around, the car is packed full like a tin of sardines.

Your hands are on my hip and your groin is rubbing against my ass. Really rubbing. Almost simulated sex act rubbing, but no one can tell in this shoulder-to-shoulder crowd. You’re usually well-behaved in public, this is the first time I’m witnessing you being publicly naughty. Next, I feel you drop a hand down to snake it up under my jeans skirt. Your hand wanders around, continuing to rub my ass, then it slides inside my panties. “Are you crazy?” I whisper to you, you chuckle deeper than I’ve ever heard before.

Sexual taboos are twice as exciting, since you get sexual stimulation plus the titillation of the forbidden as well.

I dare not object as your fingers probe into my dampening slit. My choices are deny you access by closing my legs, or open them to give you free rein. I slide my feet just a little farther apart, even tilting my butt up a bit. It feels too good not to. Your fingers feel longer and fatter than usual, so that I want them everywhere. No one in the jam-packed cable-car is paying any attention to us, which I can hardly believe. I know they can’t see anything, but can’t they smell the musky scent of extreme sexual excitement?

Your fingers are completely coated in my slick slit saliva. You tease my clit, finger-hump my hot heavenly hole, and lightly probe my pink starfish. Your hand bends away so I know you’re lowering your zipper, pulling your pole out of your pants. Then my eyes widen as I realize you’ve managed to raise my skirt and drop my panties.

Surprise!

Now that you’ve freed your hard-on, I know there’s no way you’ll be satisfied with just a rub. However, the crowd is so close-packed, I can’t possibly lean forward to give you access to my pussy. I figure out an instant before you thrust inside my poop chute where you’re heading. You. Can’t. Be. Serious. Dear Playboy, I had anal sex on a crowded cable-car!

My muscles contract around your throbbing hardness several times, then I feel the gush of your hot load. You slowly pull out, tug my skirt down, yet leave my panties crumpled just below my ass, under my skirt. I know they’ll slip down when I walk, unless I take large steps. The cable-car stops, people start filing out, and I turn toward the door. My jaw drops when I see you ten feet away and struggling through the crowd toward me. “Hey, babe,” you say, “sorry we got separated.”

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