It was glorious. As I stuck two fingers in and out of my wet hole, I didn’t care who walked by, and I almost didn’t care if Anthony could see me at all. The desire I felt was beyond words, beyond measure. I hardly thought five minutes would be enough to make me come, but I guess that wasn’t the point. This was the appetizer, and the main course would arrive when we finally met at the end of this sexual scavenger hunt.

The more I dug my fingers inside of my walls, the more heat and longing I could feel wrapped around them. This was going to be the best sex I’d ever had…when I finally got to actually have it. Maybe he thought of that when he came up with this plan, and he was somewhere just as anxious to feel me as I was to feel him. I think I was about four minutes into my challenge when I saw someone approaching me, walking through the fountain as if he didn’t have a care in the world. At first I got nervous, thinking it was the campus security guard, but it just seemed to be some random guy who happened to be in the fountain, just enjoying the evening in his own way.

As he got closer to me, I pondered what to do. Should I cover myself up? Should I just get dressed and leave? Should I keep going and let him enjoy the view?

I didn’t get the opportunity to answer that question because the next thing I knew, he was right in front of me…watching…smiling.

“What are you up to tonight?” he laughed, momentarily taking his eyes off my pussy to make eye contact.

“Just enjoying the view,” I said nervously.

“So am I,” he said, still smiling, eyes fixated back between my legs as I continued touching myself. “Can I get some of that?”

“What?”

“Can I get some of that?” he asked again, pointing this time.