Last June a friend introduced me, briefly, to someone he knew on the local music scene after I'd said that I was impressed by the man's music - I kept quiet about also being impressed by the man in general as I had, at that time 'sadly', noticed his wedding ring as he played his guitar. We smiled, exchanged pleasantries, but I felt a spark, a twinkle in his blue eyes that made me shiver a little inside. I liked his music page on Facebook and vowed to try and catch another gig. I thought little more of it other than a small smile and a flutter of inappropriate thoughts. Within a couple of days, we had friended each other on Facebook and he had messaged, a polite nice to meet you, thanks for the add kind of message...I found myself finding him easy to talk to, at the time deep in writing my thesis and grateful for a momentary distraction. He was funny, making me laugh on many occasions. Every now and then he would message, we would chat, laugh, and slowly become friends. I became warier as messages started coming later and later in the evening, with a tinge of flirting to them - I'd ask about his wife and kids, distract away from the inappropriate thoughts and desire to continue, but still, it continued. One night, after a particularly devastating life event that had led to some drinking to ease the feelings of sadness we started talking. He had been performing at an all afternoon/evening event and had been drinking too, he was tipsily messaging me on his stumble home, flirting outrageously and promising he would one day let me in on his many life stresses and secrets. He mentioned he was just a very kinky human being, pissed and he was sorry for his double entendres and I had laughed and said kinky could mean so many things. Next came a sentence that changed things forever. "Ok. I am a sexually dominant BDSM enthusiast with an appetite for all that that entails" Well, okay. I asked to know more, I was honest about my lack of knowledge, my lack of experience in such matters but that we were friends and he would get no judgement from me. He told me more, about his selection of affairs, his 'interests' - we talked about my own, my anxieties with the situation due to a complicated history...and then we moved past just being friends. That night he talked me through to an exquisite orgasm, only permitting me to cum when he instructed, showing me the effect it was having on him, which only increased my own desire. Within a month we had shared our first kiss, a busy husband and father of three doesn't have as much time as my lust would have liked...it left me breathless, drunk on his tongue and wanting more. A month later I attended another gig after many nights of online conversations, experiments that slowly pushed me past my comfort zone and made me constantly crave more. He could talk me through an amazing orgasm but I was desperate for more. Too much drinking to steady my desire led me to end up quite tipsy, I was nervous that the way I would look at him would scream it out for all to see that I wanted him as badly as I did. The gig ended and we had exchanged a long stream of messages from across the room, mostly where I made it quite clear what I wanted, begging for it, for anything...I saw him start putting on his coat and I ran outside the venue, waiting for him like a horny groupie. He came out and leaned against the wall next to me, that twinkle back in his eyes and he smiled. I apologised for being a little drunk and he said he'd walk me to the station which was only a few minutes away. We started off and I giggled as I tipsily bumped into him, tripping over my own feet on several occasions and then suddenly he turned towards me, stopping dead and pushing me against the wall of someone's house, buried amongst overhanging foliage and he kissed me hard. I melted into his mouth, moaning against his tongue as suddenly his hand moved under my dress, reaching inside of my tights and sliding into my already wet pussy, grinding his fingers against my clit as I tried to give him as much access to me as possible, aware of the people still leaving the venue only a few hundred yards away. My hands desperately scrabbled for his fly, desperate to touch him and before long I had his hot, hard cock in my hand, stroking him for the first time and trembling with desire. I could feel him throbbing in my hand as I begged for more, knowing that we were already playing with fire. He grabbed my hand, putting himself away as he said there was somewhere nearby and we walked with a new purpose. By the station was an old park, slightly dark and quite clearly only frequented by those doing the more dodgy things after dark. He kissed me again, his hands exploring me once more, our eyes frequently aware of the many people walking past looking down directly onto us from the road above. We noticed an overgrown area shielding some broken walling and disappeared behind for some more privacy...where I found myself pushed up against it, trying to moan as quietly as possible as he fingered me, eventually having to bite down on his other hand to stay quiet as he repeatedly brought me to the edge of orgasm and then backed off. I found myself slipping on the uneven ground with legs like jelly and suddenly I was on my knees, his cock before me. I didn't need to be asked twice and I hungrily took him in my mouth, the first cock I had, willingly at least, sucked in a long time. I loved the feel of him against my tongue, my lips stretched around him as I bobbed up and down the length of his shaft, gagging on him as he pushed himself hard down my throat time and time again - an act he greatly enjoys. I needed more though, I needed more of him. At that moment, I would have done anything at all if it meant having him inside of me. I stood back up as he put on a condom and then voluntarily turned around, bending over and offering myself to him and I knew what I wanted. Many late night conversations had discussed anal, my desire to move past only a sex toy in my arse to be properly fucked. I told him right then to fuck me in my arse. It was not easy. Two tipsy people, hiding behind some bushes, one pushed up against a dirty, crumbling wall covered in dusty dead climbing plants trying to take a cock in her arse for the first time ever...but it happened. I will never forget the feeling when he finally pushed deeply into my arse, collapsing against me with a groan and moaning into my ear 'Oh god, I felt it pop'. My legs shook as I pushed myself back onto him, wanting to take every part of him. The excitement of it all, however, soon proved a little too much and after a few strokes in what was no doubt an overwhelmingly tight arse that had never taken anything that big before, he muttered, sounding very disappointed, that he had cum. I didn't mind, his fingers were soon back in my cunt, another finger roughly rubbing my clit until I found myself cumming hard, my legs shaking, my face pushed hard against the wall with dirt falling into my open mouth as my orgasm flooded me into silence, unable to make a sound. We fell apart laughing like horny teenagers, scrabbling to redress where necessary, hugging and touching and kissing all the while. We emerged from the bushes into the pool of light from the lamps and he laughed as he gently cupped my face and slowly wiped across my cheeks with his thumbs, telling me I looked like an 'adorable chimney sweep', with dirt all over my face. He walked me to the station a few hundred yards away, both of us still on shaky legs, giggling the entire time as he laughed, wide-eyed that he couldn't believe he'd just done that - having never done anything outdoors before. We chatted intimately, leaning into each other; quietly whispered secrets of what we had just shared before I left for the last train home, grinning widely and trying to wipe off as much dirt from my face with the aid of a compact mirror and pulling bits of old plant out my hair and even in my pockets. There was a small graze on my forehead that made me smile even harder as I knew that it had been earned at that moment where his cock finally pushed deep into my arse, pushing me forward against the wall. For days after, that small graze would send a shockwave directly to my clit every time I caught sight of it. We enjoyed that park a couple more times after that night, but never in the same way and only until it became obvious that it was perhaps not the best place to be after dark. I still cannot walk past it, however, without a shiver of excitement and nostalgia almost. That park will forever be 'our park' and where I learned that sexual desire is not something to be ashamed of and that I will always, always want more...