Fucked on the Fourth of July for all to see
This story literally goes back more than 35 years to when my wife and I were dating, but we were just talking about it, and I thought it was worth telling.
My wife and I grew up, going to the same campground on weekends in the summer. That’s where we met and started dating. Needless to say, we fucked a lot when we were dating. On one occasion, we fucked in broad daylight in between two paths at the campground and we were totally seen by a couple that was walking on one of the paths. I mean, looking right at us.
On 4 July, we were out walking around 10 o’clock at night. We were walking by the lake and there’s this large flat rock that we always went to. It was a great spot for fishing, hanging out, swimming, skinny-dipping, etc. I laid out my leather jacket on the ground for her to sit on, and we started making out.
It wasn’t long and her shirt was off and next thing you know we were fucking missionary style right there on that rock. We could hear people across the lake, but it was very dark so we didn’t worry about anything. Then, all of a sudden fireworks started going off over the lake right above us. As soon as the fireworks went off everything lit up and we could hear the people across the lake, whistling and cheering. They could see us as clear as day! They were only about 100 yards across the lake because it’s narrow at that part.
Obviously, we were surprised, but we kept fucking. And there was definitely a thrill to having the fireworks go off and people see us. When my wife (then girlfriend) would get close to orgasm, she would beg me to fuck her harder. So there I was, bare ass, and her topless with her shorts pulled to the side, and I was fucking her hard with her with her legs wrapped around me and her tits jiggling with every thrust. We both came hard, literally with the fireworks going off right above us. It was fucking amazing.
What a memory!
My wife and I were up at our camp just a few days ago and I only have jokingly said that we should do that again. Of course being in our 50s now she’s not as excited to do that as we were when we were 18. We were wondering if the people that saw us ever recognized us at the camp. Still a great memory and fun to talk about.