I had been chatting to a guy on a dating site for a while, mostly the usual "what's your favourite film? Do you like music?" Etc etc, pretty innocuous things but of course after a while it shifted to more flirty, sexual stuff.

I had admitted to him that a previous boyfriend would lift my top up whilst we were walking along busy roads and play with my tits so passersby could see would get me really riled up and so when he suggested a meetup and maybe expanding my exhibitionist repertoire, how could I resist?

It was a beautiful sunny day and we met in a tourist town, known for its lake and scenery. Casually chatting away we wandered down to the lakes edge, trying to find somewhere not too busy, to have a picnic.

Settling down on the grass, we began eating and drinking; enjoying the warmth of the sun, each others company and watching the many boats filled with tourists going back and forth on the lake.

The talk eventually turned sexual again, I'd had a glass of wine and was feeling its effects and along with the chat I turned, looked into his eyes and began kissing him.

The kissing became more urgent and I could feel his hands wandering over my back, then to the sides of my breasts as our tongues intertwined.

I stopped and gasped for air, feeling dizzy and red faced knowing that even though nobody was sat directly next to us there were lots of people around.

However once I got my breath back I went in for more, my already short sundress sliding further up my thighs as I squirmed about. He took advantage of this and started stroking up my thighs to my knickers. I was so turned on at this point I didn't care, moving my hips to get his fingers where I desperately needed them.

I could feel his hand slipping under the waistband, tickling the short hairs there and his fingers snaking through them to my hot centre and I just needed more. I started trying to hump his hand aggressively, biting his bottom lip in frustration as he grazed by but never stopping to satiate me.

Suddenly, he removed his hand from my knickers and I moaned in annoyance. "What the fuck?!" I pulled away from kissing and looked at him wild eyed with lust and anger. A few seconds went by, but it felt like a lifetime when he quietly said "take your knickers off", I was stunned and didn't know how I'd be able to without anyone seeing, but I was under his spell now, so using my handbag as a makeshift screen, I slowly wriggled about inching them down, over my bottom, down my thighs, til they got to my knees when I quickly slid them down my calves and off my feet.

He smiled at me, and began kissing my neck again, then my ear lobes and eventually my mouth.

Feeling the fresh air on my pussy, pushed my hornyness even further so I did not complain when his fingers started their dance up my legs again, him whispering in my ear to keep my legs apart or he would stop. This time as my back arched up to him when he found my wetness he did not stop, I pressed my upper body harder against his and moaned into his shoulder as he dipped his fingers into me, stroking my clit. I needed to cum and I didn't care that everyone on the lake could see what we were doing if they wanted to. I opened my legs further, getting swept up in the feelings but wanting to catch some tourist's eye, having them stare straight between my legs as his hand pumped in and out of me, themselves getting an erection and imagining their hard cock plowing into me, as they left a wet stain on the front of their trousers. I came so hard, I'm sure other picnickers probably heard, but I didn't care. He removed his hand and after licking and sucking my juices off them, I gave him a kiss on the cheek and thanked him. We packed all our things away and got up to leave. I put my wet knickers in his pocket and hand in hand, smiling at one another we walked off.