No one could ever say I don’t get into the holiday spirit. I love holidays and the fireworks they always have on the fourth of July. It’s sort of an annual tradition my boyfriend and I have sex outside on the holiday under the fireworks. People are focused on the sky and the show, not on people rolling around under a blanket in the dark, so it’s honestly not difficult to do. If I was riding him and bouncing up and down obviously of course it would be noticed, but on the ground with a blanket over you, the man on top, it can be done.
This year we were out of town, so at least we didn’t know anyone that was at the little park the fireworks show was at. We’d gone out of town for the long weekend and stayed at a quaint little bed and breakfast. There were flyers up all over town for the firework show. We hadn’t planned on having sex there, but I’d brought a blanket and a picnic, and it all just fell into place. Like it seems to every year we’ve been together so far. It was nice, there was a live band playing music and the fireworks. We were making our own under the blanket.
He started by touching my pussy. I’d conveniently not worn any panties. He made me cum with his hand and then he rolled over on me and unzipped and slid in. No one seemed to notice. It didn’t last long, and we were discreet. It was fun, like it always has been and we left the next morning. No one rushed over and was upset at our display, no one even saw anything, so it was fine. Just our own private thing we enjoy. I’ve gotten so even the sound of fireworks makes me horny now after the last few years like this!
