I've always loved risky sex. Parks. Castles. Churches. Libraries. The thrill of exposure. The excitement of being caught or watched at my emotional pe...ak by strangers. I love the shocked expressions, nudges and winks of false modesty as people pretend to be appalled, yet none of them are able to tear their eyes away as we buck and pant for pleasure. The location has to have that spark of wrongness that ignites my libido. At work was new, enticing, and the thought of patrons and colleagues. Blushing even harder I told her, and she laughed out loud. I said Ihadn't meant anything by it, I was just sitting there. She told me someguys are turned on by innocent girls and I'd have to watch myself.Before we could get out the door, Matt and Terry showed up. I introducedthem and their eyes were just popping out - was it because I was wearingmakeup and a sundress...or was it because Mom had on a denim skirt thatbarely covered her panties! As they left, they said, "Bye Katie, byeKatie's. I staggered around until I found he bathroom off the hall.I could remember the night before in great detail, but I didn’t feel completely in touch with what happened. The memory was like a movie. I hooked up with happy shortly after we arrived. She and I did things that were familiar to me, but seemed a little more about Happy than me. Don’t get me wrong, I enjoyed the hell out of them, it just seemed that she was in charge. I remembered her as being vocal and demanding almost.Somewhere in the. I grabbed the largest vibrating butt plug and washed it carefully in the sink and dried it before I put in the batteries. By the time they slid in place my juice was running down my leg. I pulled my thong off and threw it towards my washer and dryer, and popped the plug in my mouth and started to suck on it like hard candy. I leaned over my kitchen table and spread my legs wide, and then dipped the plug in my vagina. I almost fucked myself with it; it was large enough to satisfy my craving. I.