Guys, I think Xav is getting bolder by the day.
Last week, on a weekday evening, I went jogging with Xav at Labrador Park. I wasn’t expecting anything naughty, especially since I’d just finished my period. But out of nowhere, Xav grabbed my butt and asked for a quickie. Despite the surprise, I could feel his excitement growing under his shorts. Two days without sex had clearly made him eager.
As we headed down the stairs, the idea of a quickie outdoors gave me a thrill. We found a secluded hut, away from the main path, and made sure no one was watching, no CCTV, no passersby. Xav wanted to make a hole in my black Nike leggings instead of pulling them down. I hesitated at first, worried about ruining my only pair, but his expert fingers and the promise of a new Lululemon pair convinced me.
As he carefully tearing up a hole, my arousal built up. The anticipation was intoxicating and thanks to the way he tried to tear my legging, I was stimulated by the touching.
Once the hole was big enough, Xav didn’t waste time, he pushed through immediately. The sudden sensation made me moan, feeling my wetness seep through the fabric.
As he thrust repeatedly, it didn’t take long for him to climax. I could feel him swelling inside me, and within second, he pulled out and his release spilled onto my thigh, leaving a sticky mess. To my frustration, he even wiped himself on my leggings afterward.
Once he was done, Xav worked his magic with his fingers, and I couldn’t hold back any longer. His fingers were gentle at first, slowly sliding inside me, exploring every inch with a tender, deliberate touch. I could feel each stroke stirring a deep heat that spread from my core out to every nerve ending. His fingertips traced my inner walls, circling spots that made my breath hitch and my pulse race.
The sensation was unlike any other, a delicious tension building with every flick and press of his skilled fingers. My body responded instinctively, squeezing around him, desperate for more. I felt my wetness increase, pooling warmly and slickly, mixing with the cool air outside.
The pressure built and built until finally, I couldn’t hold back anymore. With a shuddering gasp, my legs gave way beneath me, and waves of pleasure crashed through my body. It was overwhelming, an intense, shattering release that left me trembling. The thrill of being so exposed in the open air, combined with Xav’s expert touch, made it one of the most powerful orgasms I’d ever had outdoors.
While we were tidying up, Xav suggested trying it again in an open park, right under the moonlight. My first instinct was to scold him, but secretly, I loved the idea.
Over the following weeks, we searched for the perfect secluded spot for our moonlit adventures. We considered places like the Botanic Gardens and Sungei Buloh Wetland Reserve, but both felt too exposed, too risky with potential visitors or wildlife.
Eventually, nostalgia brought us back to a familiar yet unexpected place, a quiet patch of grass where years ago, I’d lost my thong during a wild moment (if you’ve read my post, you’ll know which spot). Returning there felt poetic, like reclaiming a piece of the past while making a new memory.
So yesterday, we went for it.
As we approached the secluded area, my heart raced with anticipation, and a bit of fear. It’d been a while since I’d visited, and I wasn’t sure if anyone would be around at night. The thrill of doing something naughty in a semi-public place was exhilarating.
We parked nearby and walked toward the grass patch’s center. The moon wasn’t at the top yet, and the nearest streetlamp was distant enough to keep us in shadow.
After scanning for any humans or factories, Xav spread out a mat. As soon as we settled, he didn’t hesitate, his hands roamed my tit, slipping under my black spaghetti top (no bra underneath), while our lips met in heated kisses. His touch sent electric jolts through me, and I could feel my nipples was more harden under his fingers.
He stripped me slowly, each movement unhurried, as though savoring the moment. My top slid over my head, his knuckles brushing against my skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake. Then came the bottoms, peeled down inch by inch until they slipped free, leaving me in nothing but the thin black thong ( I specially wore a Micro thong )
His fingertips followed the edge of the thin fabric, lingering where I was already throbbing, circling and teasing until my arousal seeped through the material. Gently, he slid the thin strip of my G-string to the side and shifted closer, kneeling beside me. His fingers drifted over my folds, moving in soft, deliberate circles that made my whole body tremble with anticipation. Then he gently slid one finger inside me, slow and deliberate, as if learning every curve and contour. The sensation was electric, the cool air mixing with the warmth inside, every movement deepening the delicious tension building between us.
I bit my lip to keep from moaning out loud as he expertly curled his fingers, hitting that perfect spot that made my knees weak and my breath catch ( I was still kneeing). His touch was patient, teasing me mercilessly, making me ache for more.
Just as I was on the edge of a shuddering orgasm, he removed his finger and pressed himself against me, his erection warm and heavy through his swimming trunk ( Yes, I forced him to wear it ).
He then positioned me into doggy-style before pulling out his dick and slid inside me. The cold night air contrasted with his heat, making every thrust feel intense and unforgettable. I could feel myself stretching around him, every movement awakening new waves of sensation.
As Xav thrust into me, the cold night air contrasting with the heat of his body made every movement feel electric. His rhythm was strong but impatient and I know he wasn’t going to last long. I could feel the tension building inside him, each deep thrust pushing him closer to the edge.
Suddenly, he pulled out and without warning, came right there. His warm cum splattering across my ass. The sensation was both shocking and intensely erotic. I wasn't really prepare for him to be that fast. The sticky warmth contrasting with the cool air on my skin.
As I were cleaning his cum with a tissue, Xav guided me to stand( I thought he was going to help me wipe) and his hands were everywhere again before removing my G-string totally, exposing me fully to the night and to him. At that moment, I was afraid as I was totally exposed but he did not give me a chance to rest. He slid two fingers inside me, slow at first, tracing gentle circles that made my breath hitch. Then, he began to move them with increasing urgency, curling them expertly to hit every sensitive spot.
The combination of the cool night breeze on my exposed skin, the full exposure and the warm, wet pressure of his fingers inside me sent waves of pleasure radiating through my body. I felt my muscles tighten around him instinctively, desperate for more, while his thumb rubbed softly against my clit, sending sharp jolts of sensation that made me squirm.
His touch was teasing and relentless, fingers shifting rhythm like knowing exactly what would break me. My breaths came faster and more ragged, and I could feel my hips begin to buck involuntarily as I built toward the edge.
Just as the tension became unbearable, his tongue joined in, hitting that perfect spot again, and with a shuddering cry, I came hard. My whole body trembling as waves of ecstasy washed over me. My legs went weak, and I sank slightly into him, trembling but utterly satisfied.
Xav smiled and started to kiss on my neck softly, while his fingers still gently stroking my sensitive spots as I caught my breath.
After my orgasm, Xav’s fingers slowed, then gently withdrew, leaving me trembling and breathless. We stayed there for a good half hour, more or less, just lying close together on the mat under the night sky. I was still in nothing. My skin still tingling from everything that had just happened. The cool air brushed against my heated flesh, making me shiver in that delicious way, the contrast sending sparks through me.
I was way too wet to even think of wearing back my shorts, and Xav, with a knowing smile, told me it was fine to just walk back to the car like that, no shorts, but just my top and G-string. It was a little scary but incredibly exhilarating. I managed to put back my top before leaving the area. Every step felt bold, the night air cooling my flushed skin, and the soft whisper of fabric against my bare legs reminding me of how exposed I was.
As we got into the car and started driving, the night quiet around us, I noticed a few groups of people hanging out along the roadside, some smoking, some chatting casually. Their silhouettes lit by distant streetlights.
Suddenly, a wave of nervous excitement washed over me. Had they heard my moans? or seen any hint of what we’d just done? The thought sent a thrilling shiver down my spine.
Xav caught my eye with a mischievous grin, squeezing my hand gently. “If they did,” he whispered, “well, that’s part of the fun, isn’t it?”
I couldn’t help but laugh softly, heart still pounding from the night’s adventure. The risk, the rawness, it all made the experience unforgettable.
And honestly? I wouldn’t have it any other way.
