My girlfriend, from 1996-1997, was quite an exhibitionist, in spite of her librarian appearance, complete with old-fashioned eyeglasses. When we would drive to the beach, which she loved, she would remove her jeans or pants, while we were en route. Often, she would give a few minutes of “road head,” off and on, as I drove. I would not pass trucks, on the left, while she did this, because her bare ass would have been on display to them.
As soon as we reached the beach, her shirt or top would come off. Our favored beach was between High Island and Sabine Pass, a traditional topless beach, and, after driving a few miles from High Island, a nude beach*, if one was discreet and watchful. She loved to “feel the breeze,” as she said it. Our sex life was very oral, and I believe that she would have given me a blow job, in full view of other folks, in daylight, if I had gone along with it. As it was, the rhythm of her bare ass would tell the tale, to anyone who bothered to look closely, while her south end was “feeling the breeze.”
Other times, when we were not at the beach, she would get frisky, in public, after the sun went down. Usually, it was oral, but one time we did anal, on the hike/bike trail, along the top of the Addicks Reservoir dam/levee. She dropped her pants, then sucked me into it. We were not near any bushes or other barriers; our only cover was darkness, and distance, and the street lights along Highway 6 meant that it was not all that dark. Her wanting to do anal was a surprise, but we had no condoms, which was one factor. This became the one and only time we did balls-deep anal. (She continued to love “light” ass play.)
Her bravest blowjob was at the Wortham fountain, along Allen Parkway. After sundown, yes, but well-lit. It was cold enough that we were both wearing long jackets, which were loose enough to keep it from being obvious what we were doing. We were seated, side by side, on the edge of the fountain. She leaned over, unzipped my jeans, and went to work.
There were plenty of times that we would stop along a deserted rural road, while she was bottomless, and I would walk around to the passenger door, which she had opened. I would find her kneeling and ready, with her ass aimed at meready for doggy style. She loved my full-sized Chevy Blazer, because it had plenty of room for us to do this.
So, “D” converted me, into liking some amount of risky play. I wish that I could have kept her, but, I was a single dad, and, she could not see herself being a step mom. Later, she let some doc give her meds, for anxiety, which probably curbed her libido. We each married others, eventually. End of an era.
When I started the hobbying again, I sometimes sought street girls, who would do car dates, to recapture, with limited success, the risky public encounters of 1996/1997. Eventually, I found a good one, who would do road head, as we headed to a private spot, but, she moved to DFW. Lately, I can no longer see well enough at night, to cruise for street girls, anyway.
Edited to add: This area is still a topless beach, but local law enforcement no longer tolerates full nudity.