I had been getting hit on online from a guy 11 years younger than myself. I'm not really into younger men so I kept refusing his offers. However, one night at the Fringe Festival we bumped into each other by chance. After a couple of hours of him flirting with me at an outdoor dance party in the botanical gardens, I finally caved in, realising I simply didn't have the willpower to refuse a hot, spunky, young male professional stripper (who would have??!!). We left the dance floor and ran around the back side of the temporary fencing, facing the park lake. It was dark and late, but the moonlight cast shadows of our bodies on the lush grass. We kissed very passionately and I ripped his tshirt off so I could drool over the jaw-dropping buffness of his chest. I think his jeans and jocks just flew off of their own accord in the excitement! Then I pushed him to the ground to a seated position, removed my french knickers, and stood with one leg either side of his face, while I pulled off my very skimpy, tight-fitting mini dress. He licked and ate my pussy ravenously, as though he'd been starved for years, and I covered his face in my sweet love nectar. After much fun in the oral department, I lowered myself to squat over his legs, and as I slid my wet pussy slowly over the tip of his shaft I held his face in my hands and licked my juices off his mouth. After slowly teasing him for a while he was so desperate to just fuck my brains out, so I slid myself all the way down and rode back up again, massaging his entire cock with the inside of my pussy. I gripped onto the back of his head, leaned back and rode him like a pony, my sure-fire spot for unleashing a gushing torrent of my cum all over his lap. There was the occasional passerby, but we didn't care as we fucked in all kinds of sexy positions - standing up against the fence, me lying down with my legs pushed back against my chest, then proving his young strength by flipping me onto my stomach, as he interchanged between fucking me in my arse and my pussy. I'm not sure if it was my moans of "oh my god" or the loud slap of his sweaty hand on my arse cheek that sent a security guard in our direction...
A week later, I'm still nursing the grass burns along the length of my spine...but I can handle the painful reminder of a hot night in the Fringe gardens, under the moonlight.....