Committed fluffy that I am, I once arranged a social date with a girl I'd seen a few times. We got on really well. As the date was coming to an end we were in a bar in Shoreditch, crammed full of young city-types. Out of nowhere, and to my absolute surprise (it was supposed only to be a social meet after all) young beauty leans over and starts kissing me, very deeply. It would have been ungentlemanly of me not to respond.
WE kissed very deeply and very publically for a long time. Then started groping and feeling each other. It was PERFECT. However it was also getting very hot, and so we left the bar and continued in the street. We got very rude very quickly (my hand in her panties, her stroking my cock), and it was in the middle of a busy street so I grabbed her hand and we rushed into the backstreets. There were still some people walking by so we had to pause occasionally and just hold each other in a clinch, but everything except sex (neither of us had a condom) was enacted on that February Shoreditch street: deep throat, finger-fucking (of pussy and arse), spanking, panties in mouth, tit-sucking, endless endless DFK. As a momento she gave me her knickers to take home, and when we remembered the evening on another occasion she said it had given her a buzz to go home on the tube with streaks of my pre-cum on her coat.
What made it so great was that it was unexpected, and that the girl was very wet: the smell on her panties wasn't lube. To this day it surprsies me: I'm overweight, middle-aged and no oil painting: but there's a current thread on SAAFE in which a couple of the girls say they only have orgasm with "uglies": maybe that had something to do with it?
Anyway, I'm now a convert to alfresco sex, and have enjoyed it (as studious readers of my reviews will know) with LilyHart, Kavita and Lindsey. With any luck there will be even more outdoor shennanigans in the future.