Public Places Sexy Surprises

By Giselle Renarde

Get ready for a steamy thrill ride with "Public Places Sexy Surprises," a collection of six scorching stories set in unexpected locations.

From the dark corners of packed theaters to poolside saunas, these tales will take you on an unforgettable journey of sexual exploration.

Indulge in fantasy as couples succumb to the heat of the moment in a deconsecrated church, or find themselves stranded on a broken-down bus with nothing to do but explore their deepest desires.

Whether you're looking for a quick thrill or a full-blown adventure, "Public Places Sexy Surprises" has something for everyone. So come along for the ride, and let yourself be swept away by the heat and passion of six unforgettable tales of erotic escapades in the most unexpected places.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Giselle Renarde
• Release date: Apr 4, 2023
• ISBN: 9798215459393

Giselle Renarde

Giselle Renarde is a queer Canadian, avid volunteer, and contributor to more than 100 short story anthologies, including Best Women's Erotica, Best Lesbian Erotica, Best Bondage Erotica, and Best Lesbian Romance. Ms Renarde has written dozens of juicy books, including Anonymous, Ondine, and Nanny State. Her book The Red Satin Collection won Best Transgender Romance in the 2012 Rainbow Awards. Giselle lives across from a park with two bilingual cats who sleep on her head.

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Public Places

Sexy Surprises

6 Erotic Stories

Giselle Renarde

Standing Room Only

When I was a teenager , I loved hard rock—the harder, the better!  In my early twenties, a boyfriend introduced me to the blues, and I fell in love.  After that, my tastes mellowed.  I discovered New Age, Celtic, ethereal music, and that’s what I listened to if I needed to soothe my nerves after a stressful day at work.

And then I met Yuri.  Yuri was interested in opera. He listened to it constantly, talked about it all the time, and wanted to see every opera performed in every city within reasonable driving distance.  I never thought I’d end up an opera groupie, but Yuri was incredibly handsome and he had a sexy accent that made me melt.  He was also dynamite in bed... and out of bed!

When Yuri heard about a production of La Bohème that was being mounted in Mille Iles, he decided we had to see it.  We booked a room, drove three hours, and when we got to the small-ish concert hall, guess what?  The performance was sold out!  Imagine a sold out opera!

The ticket agent told us there’d been such high demand for this production they’d decided to open up extra seats.  Except they weren’t seats as such.  We could buy tickets for standing room at the back of the theatre.  Yuri jumped at the chance, even as I groaned about spending three hours standing in five-inch heels.  Isn’t it absurd, the torture we put ourselves through for a good-looking guy?

Amazingly, Yuri and I weren’t the only ones in the Standing Room Only section.  We were packed like sardines alongside operagoers sporting every conceivable form of attire, from jeans to tiaras.  I got to lean forward against some kind of shelf behind the last row of seats.  It came up almost all the way up to my neck, so I folded my arms on it and set my chin on my wrist.  Yuri stood in back of me and wrapped his arms around my waist.

That evening, I’d worn a very tight, very short dress.  When the lights went down, Yuri unbuttoned his black formal jacket.  Its sides swung forward to enclose me in their silk lining.  My whole body buzzed.  I could feel the excitement of his breath on the back of my neck.  Even with all these people around, I knew I would get fucked before intermission.

We weren’t long into the emotionally gripping production when I felt one of Yuri’s hands sneaking between my legs.  He rubbed me where my thighs came together, and my knees went weak.  He stroked my clit slowly.  Being in such close quarters with so many other patrons, I was on high alert, but it was difficult to remain vigilant when Yuri’s expert fingers lulled my body to deep relaxation.

As pretty Mimi and her Rodolfo fell in love on stage, Yuri seduced me through the fabric of my dress.  His hot breath fell on my ear in tempo with the music.  My gaze darted around to ensure nobody saw as he pulled my dress all the way up to my hips.  With his jacket hanging around my sides and all patrons mesmerized by the singers, I held to the cocky notion that nobody would notice we were up to no good.

I didn’t even hear his fly unzip before feeling the wetness of his precum against my inner thigh.  The sensation drove me wild.  I had to bite my lip to keep myself from gasping. Yuri moved at snail’s pace, but that only pumped up my hot anticipation.  As he shifted my thong aside, the heat of his crotch blazed against my ass, and I waited, desperate with desire to be filled.

When his cockhead met my wet slit, I urged my ass a little higher and opened my legs a little wider.  I couldn’t move too much, or I risked drawing attention to our naughty behaviour.  All I could do was lean forward against the high ledge and wait for Yuri’s cock to penetrate my pussy.

As Yuri leaned into my back, I felt his hot erection enter my body a millimetre at a time.  I could feel his every cell interacting with mine as he urged his cock up inside my cunt.  He was so big that I had to clench my teeth to keep from moaning.  It felt incredible to have him nestled inside of me in a room occupied by of hundreds of people.

Of course, Yuri couldn’t thrust forward and I couldn’t buck back against him.  We were rendered immobile by our surroundings.  But it was possible to get each other off standing perfectly still.  Yuri stroked my bare clit while I milked his cock with my pussy muscles.  We focused straight ahead, on the brilliant voices costumed in poverty.

Suddenly, pure emotion rose up through my body.  Yuri rubbed my clit in time