I was at a show last weekend where I ran into an old flame who l've always been attracted to and shared crazy chemistry with. We had hooked up a few times in the past – a secret history our friends never knew about – but often found ourselves in a game of cat and mouse, with one or the other in a relationship that we did our best to respect. But that night, we learned that we had both recently became single, and it quickly became obvious that all lights were green, cylinders ready to fire.

After a bit of dancing and discretely feeling each other up, I suggested "Why don't we find somewhere more private?"

We snuck down a hallway and ducked into some sort of storage area where boxes and cleaning supplies were draped behind a curtain. Our mouths crashed together in an urgent, hungry kiss. He pinned me against the wall with one forearm and aggressively shoved his hot tongue down the back of my throat, knocking over some boxes in the process. We both giggled but never stopped making out, grinning and whispering "Shhhh" between passionate kisses.

Fumbling around in the dark, I could tell his abs felt even more defined than before. I guided his other hand to my pants button, which he undid without hesitation then discovered – much to his amusement – that I wasn't wearing any underwear, allowing him easily feel my dripping wet pussy. I went down on my knees, eager to taste him.

"Here?" he asked. I had never had sex in public but the thrill of being caught exhilarated me. Before he could object, I pulled out his hard dick, which looked as perfectly as I remembered it from our previous rendezvous. The moan that escaped his lips sent a rush down my spine and made warmth pool in my lower stomach as his fingers grabbed a fistful of my hair, encouraging me to keep going.

We were so caught up in the moment that we almost didn't hear security coming. We quickly darted out undetected but I was buzzing with arousal. I tried to act normal once we reconnected with our friends on the dance floor but was still struggling to discreetly button my pants, which only added to the thrill of the whole experience. We resumed grinding against each other's bodies and could feel him get hard again against my thigh, a major turn on given my previous partner's recurring ED issues. I knew he wanted me just as badly and eventually we just couldn't take it anymore, so we left after our friend's set, heading to his place.

He pretended to give me the tour of his new spot, but as soon as we stepped onto the deck overlooking the city, we were at it again. I pushed him against the railing, not caring if the neighbors saw, and pulled down his pants. Sinking to my knees, I took his dick in my mouth, sucking hard, feeling his hands grip my hair tightly. The night air was cool on my skin, but I was on fire. I stood, turning around, and pulled down my pants, exposing my wet pussy. He entered me from behind, his cock sliding deep with one thrust. I moaned loudly, not caring who heard me or the sound of our bodies slapping together. It was risky, exciting, and so fucking hot. We couldn't get enough.

But we wanted more. He picked me up effortlessly and carried me inside, bending me over the couch as I begged him to keep going. And that he did, fucking me hard, making me scream. I came so hard on his dick, my pussy clenching and pulsing. He didn't stop, pounding into me until he finished. We collapsed on the couch in happy contentment before eating some pizza, brainstorming where we'd do it again next..