Sex in Trafalgar Square

Well I’ve done it. I’ve officially overcome my fear of sex in a public place. Last night I had sex in Trafalgar Square, in full view of random strangers, buses, taxis and anyone else who happened to be wandering by.

I’m still smiling, 12 hours later. The story goes something like this…

On New Years Eve I ran into one of my old colleagues. Randomly, out of all the people in London, I ran into her amongst the crowds. We had a quick chat and decided to get a beer to catch up. Things have always been a little flirty between us but nothing has ever happened. I was too busy chasing silly Italian girls.

So we arranged to meet for a beer last night. I was an hour late thanks to a long hideous meeting at work and she’d spent the time drinking with her flatmate waiting for my call. By the time we met up – she was a little tipsy and I had some catching up to do.

We started drinking, told random stories about what we’d been up to since working together and she filled me in on all the gossip since I’d left. We ordered beer, wine, spirits – and I was drinking most of it to catch up to where she was on the drunken scale. A few double shots and we were both giggling away, touching each others arms, getting really close over the small table.

Around midnight the pub started to shut so we walked outside. It was cold and wet, so we had a little cuddle to keep each other warm whilst deciding where to go next. I figured I didn’t have much to lose – seeing as we don’t work together anymore – so I looked down at her and tilted my head. She looked back with ‘the look’ and licked her lips.

We kissed. Our tongues touched. My hands ran up her neck and across the side of the face. I leaned against her as she leaned against the wall. Our eyes were closed, the rest of the world didn’t exist.

It was passionate and sexually charged. Could there be more?

We kissed for a while and then went to have a bite to eat – where we kissed some more. We couldn’t keep our hands off each other. I’d been wanting to kiss her ever since I first met her 9 months ago so I enjoyed it. People looked at us but we didn’t care.

After eating, we headed down to Trafalgar Square, and found a corner bench. It was slightly dark and being a little drunk, we didn’t waste anytime kissing and touching each other.

My hands moved under her coat and down across thighs. Through her tights, I could feel the warmth of her lower regions. She was getting aroused. My hand ran down her leg and back again, teasing her clit. She moaned quietly.

Our kissing got heavier and more sexual whilst my hand moved inside her underwear. At first I teased her, just grazing the top of her clit and outer skin. Then I softly touched her inside, moving my fingers in and out slowly, making sure I covered all right spots. Then I paid lots of attention to her clit as she moaned and threw her head back, biting her lip.

I kissed her neck, and shoulders. I moved my tongue across her lower ear.

I could hear people walking past but I didn’t stop. She didn’t even open her eyes. I’m not sure if they could see us or not – but I didn’t care either. Our corner was slightly dark but in full view of everyone.

I teased and stroked her clit. She got hotter and her juices began to flow. She was being fully aroused.

After a while, her body shook as she orgasmed at the mercy of my fingers. Her body moved involuntarily as I kept the pressure on her clit making sure the moment lasted.

A couple of seconds or minutes passed, and she smiled. Her body tingled and we kissed some more. Then she unbuttoned my jeans and bent over to repay the favour. I sat there, hands on her neck and back whilst she engolfed me in her mouth. Her mouth was soft, warm and wet and she moved her head up and down. I enjoyed every second.

She brought me close when she stopped and threw a leg over and sat on me. Her tights we down just enough for me to enter, but our bodies were hidden under our coats. Having said that, as she rocked back and forth – up and down – it would have been obvious what we were doing. I could feel her warmth and wetness as she moved slowly pushing me in deeper. I sat there, hands holding her face, as her body and mine became one.

I never thought about really public sex before, I just thought it didn’t really happen outside of pornography and random stunts. But there we were, having sex on a bench in Trafalgar Square in the middle of London. I couldn’t believe it myself.

After a while we stopped, and decided to go home out of the cold. We took a taxi home and picked up where we left off, ripping each others clothes off the minute we walked into my room.

She left 10 hours later after a lot of sex, some sleep and part of a DVD. Good times.