Three feet of cock- 2

“That’s half the fun,” Batoul squeaked out quietly, prompting a round of guffaws.

Janet chimed in. “I’ve gotten caught before.” Everyone hushed to listen to her story. “Well, I mean, I wasn’t skinny dipping or anything. But back in college, my dorm had this sort of courtyard slash garden. You could only get to it through this underground service tunnel. I guess it was just for decoration and they didn’t want the students messing it up.

“Anyway, one day one of the custodians left his keys unattended while I was sculpting in one of the lounges, so I made some imprints of a few of the keys. One of them ended up being for the garden door, so I started going there at night.”

Here, she blushed slightly. Tristan smiled, though, recognizing the story. “So I, well, I went naked. I’d bring a book, go after everyone was asleep, and just enjoy myself. The garden had no lights, so at night, you were completely invisible down there. Just you and nature. I felt a little bit like Eve, I guess. I spent evening after evening wandering among the plants nude, reading in the grass with a small nightlight. It was perfect.