My wife has told me about what she did with her first boyfriend some 40 years ago in the late 60's/early 70's. It's quite tame in comparison with most of the previous stories. She told me that they went for a walk in a park near to where his parents lived, remember this was in the days of miniskirts and dresses. They wanted to snog, so headed for an area where they though it would be private, towards the edge of the field and settled down on this bank. She said they started snogging getting more and more passionate, this was the first time she'd gone that far with a boy. After a while they were fondling each other outside their clothing. Then he ran his hand up her thighs lifting her skirt up to her waist so that her knickers were on full view and he started fingering her through her knickers. After a while, when they were getting really heavily into it, they became aware that there was footpath along the top of the bank with people walking along it, and anybody could have seen what they were doing. When she told me this true story it really turned both of us on and we had great sex. These days, despite our age, we act out the story for real in places like Hampstead Heath and anywhere else we can find suitable, some public space that is private, but not too private if you see what I mean. I can remember at least three times this year.
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