On Dangerous Ground

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It is not a long alleyway but long enough for us. It runs from a main road through some houses down into a very quiet cul-de-sac. Most of the way down it is lined by a tall hedge either side but up near the main road there is a wall on one side which he presses me up against. Out of the corner of my eye I can see the odd car drive past on the road but we far enough down the path to have stepped out the golden light of the street lamp into the thick darkness of the night. His hand fits perfectly round my throat as his other hand reaches beneath the skirt of my dress. Rough probing fingers dig into the softness of my vulva, rubbing at my clit and pushing into my wet hole. His touch is demanding unforgiving and my body seems to jump to attention.

I can feel my heart thumping in my chest and my thighs twitch as my juices leak from my body and coat his thick fingers. Anyone could turn the corner at any moment and the moment they stepped into the alley they would see us, me, pressed up against the wall being defiled by a man right there in front of them. There would be no denying it, no pretending, it would be obvious. The thought of it makes me blush a hot red and I struggle slightly beneath his grasp. He seems to read my mind

“Do you think they would think I am roughing you up a bit or just assume you are a little slut getting what you want?”

My response is a low moan as he drives his fingers deeper into my cunt. I can feel my orgasm building but for it to happen I need to touch my clit.

“No” he says as my hand fumbles as my skirt “Maybe when we get home I will let you but the only person coming in this alleyway tonight is going to me”

His fingers leave the hot confines of my cunt and he grabs and handful of my hair and pushes me to my knees….

***

“Go to the hardware store and buy something to masturbate with and then use it in the car in the car park to make you come. Make sure you take a picture”

It takes me ages to choose. I look at handles of paint brushes and hammers but nothing seems right until I find the torch. It is perfect, in fact I wonder if the company who made it realised that it was shaped like a dildo. I hurry to the checkout and pay the money.

Back at the car I realise I have made an error. I am wearing jeans. I spend what feels like a ridiculously long amount of time wriggling them down over my hips and thighs so that they are low enough that I can part my legs to get the torch where it needs to be.

I have parked in the far corner of the car park away from the road. There is a steady stream of people coming and going from the store. No one really pays me any attention but it feels weird that I can clearly see them and they can see me and yet I am sitting there with my trousers round my knees wanking myself off with a torch. At one point a young man walks right past the window of my car and I realise he has cut through the bushes from the offices behind me and is heading to the food truck that lives in the car park. It is nearly 12.30pm. I am fairly sure more people are going to be doing the same thing. Do I move the car or carry on?

Somehow I manage it in between the people passing by and then I take my picture and drive him with a big grin on my face and new torch.

***

It was my idea. I wanted him to come and be my look out so I could take pictures. When we got the church there was a painting group set up with their easels working on various views across the valley. Today was not going to be my day so we headed back along the path that had bought us here. He was the one who spotted the tree with the planks lent up against it.

“Take off your leggings”

I had bought the rope along to use in my pictures but now he had other ideas.

Once he had me all tied up he picked up one of the branches that were lying nearby, hooked up my top and gave my bottom a damn good trashing. Then he reached for the camera. Just after he took the picture a woman walking her dog passed right by me. I couldn’t hide I just had to stand there and let her see me. I turned my face from her as I couldn’t bear to meet her eye. I know she saw me and him but she said nothing and was soon gone. Later that night he whispered dirty things into my ear about her, about what she thought about me and what she saw while he pushed his fingers inside me and made me come.

***

There have been other times, the fuck in the bushes, the blow job in a car park picnic area, the time in the woods when he tied me up by my collar and the time when he pushed me down on the leafy carpet and wanked over me while I lay at his feet and masturbated and the time I masturbated in the graveyard after taking picture there to name just a few very memorable moments. What these all have in common is the thrill of the risk. The thought of getting caught along with the idea that only very dirty girls suck cock in the woods or finger themselves in a graveyard is a massive fucking turn on to me. It is not about being caught, that is actually mortifying and we go to great length to try our best to make sure that does not happen. Like the time above, the reason I was not naked is because we were so near to the path and there was no way to quickly cover as a result what she saw was a couple taking pictures in the wood. She had missed the best bit!

I don’t like rollercoasters or getting drunk and I am never going to get my kicks from jumping out of a plane or off a cliff with a bit of elastic cord round my ankles but fucking in alley ways or behind dumpsters, or in elevators or stair wells or wherever we happen to find quite literally makes my cunt ache.