I Had Sex in Iceland's Blue Lagoon While Standing Shoulder to Shoulder with Strangers
My fiancé and I have always been into public sex. We love the oh-shit-we-might-get-caught kind of bang. It doesn’t matter if we’re doing it in a car, in some ocean water, or maybe even a forest, he and I are always ready for an orgasm—and preferably, multiple ones.
So on our first vacation together in Iceland, it didn’t take long before both of us were seriously horny and ready to try something new. The Blue Lagoon seemed like the perfect spot to do just that.
If you haven’t seen pics before though, allow me to explain: This geothermal spa sits in a lava field near Grindavík, in front of Mount Þorbjörn on Reykjanes Peninsula. It’s always packed with tourists and selfie sticks, but because of the high silica content in the water, it’s cloudy and murky, which means no one can see what goes on from the waist down.
Picture evidence for reference:
For obvious reasons, my fiancé and I were totally down to take advantage of this.
When we first stepped into the Blue Lagoon, almost immediately, it was like our bodies already radiated with desire. We started by rubbing each other’s face, arms, and chests with the soft mud, and later spent some time showering it off, chilling in the sauna, etc. It’s basically like a horny oasis.
When we got back into the warm milky waters, we couldn’t stop kissing each other.
“I want you,” I whispered in my fiancé’s ear.
He looked at me with dark eyes, and I could tell he was just as into it as I was.
So into it that he moved me quickly in front of him so that we were facing each other, then kissed me harder than before. I held him close and reached my hand into his swimming trunks, making sure to keep all the touching underwater. Almost immediately, I noticed he was already hard and super sensitive.
From there, as we looked around to check our surroundings, we noticed we were nearly shoulder-to-shoulder with the other couples nearby. But despite how close we all were, it was like nobody seemed to be paying attention to anyone but themselves.
I quickened the pace with my hand as I gave my fiancé an underwater hand job. And because we were facing each other, my fiancé was able to hide his face and sounds well. Even despite him concealing the pleasure, I could feel how responsive his body was to my touch.
After a few minutes, my fiancé moved us into a new position so that he was cradling me from behind. As I stood right in front of him, he slipped his fingers into my swimsuit and began rubbing my clitoris in gentle circles. I let out a soft moan underneath my breath and focused on controlling my facial expressions.
When things started to get heavier, he slowly fingered me, allowing one finger to slide in and out slowly. It took everything in me to not show how good everything felt, which, TBH, made things 1000x hotter.
Just when I was about to cum, my fiancé pulled his hand out of my bathing suit and smiled at me. We were both nearly breathless. With a smirk, we got out of the water quickly and headed back toward our hotel. And let’s just say, that night, we continued the fun…
To this day, I have no idea if anyone around us in the water suspected anything. To be honest, it’s likely other couples were having some fun too. It’s really that easy to do.
So even though the Blue Lagoon may be the riskiest place my fiancé and I have ever messed around to date, it won’t be the last. I’m sure the Amazon or Machu Picchu or even the Great wall of China has somewhere to explore too. TBD.
*Names have been changed
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