Fireworks Fantasy 😇🎇 (Patreon)

Now that the week of 4th of July is over, I can finally share my degenerate outdoor sex fantasy :p 

I went out to a fireworks show this year and I had a lovely time! But there was a part of my brain that kept tugging me back to a certain train of thought. The boom of the fireworks reverberating through my body, the warm summer night air... What would it feel to be pressed up tight to someone underneath those explosions? Would the loud noises be enough to conceal soft moans and shaky breaths?

I kept imagining if a had a different type of friend to bring along with me. A friend that would enjoy sharing a few touches here and there 😇 Maybe she'd be wearing a short skirt and start complaining about how I was hogging the blanket. It'd be the most natural thing in the world to invite her into my lap. Nobody would think twice as we cuddled under a blanket to hide from the night air.

But she would know better. She'd feel the strain in my pants. Every little wiggle, every bit of friction as she tried to get "comfortable" in my lap. Every teasing touch and pretend "bounce" of excitement. At some point it'd become unbearable. I'd whisper into her ear about how badly I need her, unbutton my pants, and as casually as possible I'd guide myself inside of her.

I kept imagining what it would feel like just sitting like that. Neither of us having to move, just feeling the vibrations from the fireworks ripple through us. The heat of my ragged breaths against the back of her neck. Biting back moans as my fingertips trail down her oversensitive skin. The racing of our hearts, the fear of getting caught, making every touch so much more exhilarating. Every little gust of wind reminding us of how exposed we really are.

And then the finale would start. Our bodies already attuned to the explosions would respond instantly to the building tension in the air. It'd be impossible to sit still. Masked by the rising crescendo of noise, our under-the-blanket wriggles would get more and more frantic. Pressing my lips to the back of your neck to conceal my desperate moans. My fingers digging into your hips, urging you faster and faster.. the fireworks continuously building. Hot flashes of color. Eruptions of light and sound. Booms and busts. Crashes and crackles. An ascension of stimulation, peaking in a thunderous release.


If it was you, would you walk back to the car with me in the dark? Foldable chair in one hand, blanket in the other as the creampie slowly drips down your thigh? Praying that the darkness will conceal you from the crowds of people. Tugging at my hand urging me to walk just a little bit faster...