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Anniversary night 
By Jennifer Doalfer 
Copyright 2000 Jennifer Doalfer
(M/F, exhib)



Anniversary night

If I have any fans out there who are interested in the 
more personal side of my life, and not just of my 
fantasies, I have a small gift for you.  I thought I 
would treat you to a true little story. In my dreams I 
often go much further than I would ever accept in real 
life; or at least, further than I would go at this 
stage in my life. But how far do I go in my real life?  
This will show you! I am sorry about the limited 
dialogue, which I am aware a writer is supposed to put 
into these stories, but this is really just a 
description of an evening out, and not a real story 
with dialogue, plot  and so on. 

Well, Paul and I have always had this thing that our 
wedding anniversary is a night as daring as we have 
the nerve to make it.  The story about our trip to 
Tivoli, which I wrote after last years anniversary, 
also started out based upon the actual situation, 
which in itself is rather arousing – at least I think 
so.

This year, however, I will not elaborate on the real 
story.  No dreams or fantasies – just the "naked" 
truth.

For many years we have gone to Tivoli for our wedding 
anniversary, but it is becoming a bit stale. It is 
limited what you can do in Tivoli, it being very 
crowded, so this year we decided to go to Bakken 
instead.  Bakken is the alternative amusement park in 
Copenhagen;it claims to be the oldest amusement park 
in the world.  It started, I believe, some 850 years 
ago when a spring of clear water was found in an area 
about 15 kilometres north of Copenhagen.  At that 
time, Copenhagen was a very unhealthy place, and the 
drinking water was not very clean.  People came out 
from the city to enjoy the invigorating  clean spring 
water.  As it was quite a journey, people would stay 
for the whole day. Artists soon found that they had an 
audience with the people spending the day at the 
spring, and soon there was an established amusement 
park.  At present it is a somewhat "rougher" place 
than the Tivoli;  Bakken is the place the 
Copenhageners go when they want to have fun, Tivoli is 
the place to go with visiting friends or business 
associates.

I had been to Bakken the previous weekend with the 
children and taken the opportunity to check out the 
places where Poul and I could have some fun (our kind 
of fun).  There were several amusement attractions, 
where it might be exciting to play a little, and some 
at which I knew Poul would find it great fun to play 
with me, but which were beyond my capabilities as an 
exhibitionist.  I knew I would have a fight avoiding 
those.

Bakken is situated in the old royal hunting grounds in 
the middle of the forest, so there are lots of dark 
forest areas around where you can hide and make love; 
I believe that has happened at lot over the centuries.  
We had made love in forests before, but that wasn't 
really exciting enough for our wedding anniversary. I 
had looked at an area at the back where the lights of 
the amusement park were still reasonably strong, so 
that you got the feeling of being seen without it 
being very obvious, and as the night drew nearer, I 
found myself getting quite aroused by the thought of 
what the evening might bring.

It was a good thing that I was already getting 
excited, as Poul, not only didn't want me to wear a 
bra, he also didn't want me to  wear any panties 
either.  Had I not been excited already, I probably 
wouldn't have accepted going knickerless.  Last year, 
on the way home in the taxi, I had been so horny, that 
I had let Poul put his hands down my panties on the 
back seat of the taxi. He was now hoping for something 
similar, but without the hindrance of panties.

It was warm enough to wear one of my thin summer 
outfits, consisting of a loose, wide-pleated, knee-
length skirt and a matching jacket. The jacket only 
had two buttons, the top one quite far down, which 
made it gape open in the front. It was also very short 
so there was a bare midriff area showing my 
bellybutton. With two-thirds length arms, if I wasn't 
careful, the jacket would lift when I raised my arms, 
showing the bottom of my breasts. Poul insisted on 
this outfit, because it was so easy to unbutton and so 
clearly show my bouncing breasts. These days none of 
the young girls go braless like they did when I was 
younger. Years ago, people would look casually at you, 
but as everybody did it, it wasn't a big thing. Going 
braless these days really had people staring at you.

The food at Bakken isn't usually very good, and as we 
didn't want to arrive until it was a bit darker, we 
had decided to eat at one of the restaurants along the 
coast, but first we had a few drinks before we left.  
Fortunately the children were at my parents, because 
in front of them I would have felt funny dressed like 
this.

I had feared that Poul was going to start things in 
the taxi, but he must also have found it a bit too 
light and early, so were arrived still decent at the 
very nice restaurant, and enjoyed a good dinner.  
Other guests and waiters looked at me, which was kind 
of nice, but not all that exciting.  I was aware that 
my jacket lifted away from my breasts when I leant 
forward eating, but there wasn't anybody watching, 
and, most disappointingly, the waiter was a lady.

We arrived slightly tipsy at Bakken at about 10:00 
p.m. while it was still quite light, as it is at this 
latitude at this time of the year.  This taxi ride had 
been a bit more exciting as the taxi was a minibus. 
The taxi driver had helped me in; the seats were 
alongside, and as I got in I had to bend as I turned 
round to sit in the seat across from the sliding door.  
Even if I had wanted to, I don't think I could have 
prevented the driver from looking right down my front.  
I am sure he had a good look, because he was out of 
his door and around helping me out when we arrived at 
Bakken at a speed I have rarely seen from a taxi 
driver.  It was actually more fun than arousing, but 
at least the night of fun  had begun.

Just walking around got me a lot of attention.  We 
were somewhat overdressed for Bakken, having come from 
a restaurant, where we were almost "underdressed". 
That on its own made people look at us, but as soon as 
they realised how easily they could see the movements 
of my breasts through the thin material, they kept on 
looking. I was aware of several guys, if not exactly 
following us, then at least making sure they were in 
our vicinity most of the time.

We started with the roller coaster, which is a 
favourite of mine. Not terribly exposing, but the 
speed usually leaves me aroused, and as Poul had his 
arm around me and managed to lift my jacket on the way 
down the slopes, making  it look like it was the wind 
which lifted it, baring at least the bottom part of my 
breasts; I was loosing my inhibitions quickly.

But not enough to go into the Hurlumhi.  This is a 
place where you have to transverse obstacles of 
various kinds.  It is innocent enough at the 
beginning, but at one point you go and sit in a room 
on a bench.   The bench is made of round steel bars so 
it is quite difficult to sit on it without sliding 
off.  The door is closed and it stays dark for some 
time, providing just enough time to get involved in 
some heavy petting.  All of a sudden the floor drops 
out and the bench straightens out into an angled 
slide, dropping you down a chute.  You go sprawling 
down with your skirt around your hips and whatever 
part of the shirt you still have got on, half ripped 
off.  You land at the end of the chute on a platform 
and realise that people are lined up around the edge 
of the room looking at you, whistling and staring at 
your exposed body.  Getting of the platform is 
difficult.  You have to cross a bridge, again made out 
of rolling steel bars, so you are forced to hold on 
tight with both hands to get across it.  Halfway 
across a strong jet of compressed air is blown up 
between the bars, lifting your dress around your head, 
blowing up or off any lose clothing. You can't even do 
much to prevent it because you need your hands to hold 
on to the railing so you don't fall.  First time I 
tried it, I managed to hold my skirt around my legs 
with one hand, but had my T-shirt blown all the way up 
around my neck completely baring my breasts.  Gripping 
it to force it back, I let go of the skirt which then 
blew up revealing my small g-string.  I wasn't very 
old, and felt really silly with all the guys laughing 
and whistling at me.

Not that I would have minded that too much now; I 
could have lived with the exposure inside.  The 
problem was that you also had to pass a rocking 
walkway and a bridge on the outside, both blowing 
compressed air.  On the inside you could stand on the 
platform and see who was in the room before you 
ventured out on the bridge.  If there was anybody you 
knew you could either wait, or go back up a stairway 
to take another slide, or whatever to pass the time 
until the people were gone.  But once you were outside 
that was it.  The thought of any colleagues or the 
like being outside, as I might expose myself 
completely going out, was too much for me – even on an 
anniversary night.  As long as I can pretend it 
happened by chance I am okay, but how do you explain 
that you willingly had gone in there without panties?  
Poul was most disappointed. 

Soon he forgot that, because he thought it fun to get 
me on the merry-go-around.  Getting onto the giraffe 
with a skirt and no panties was difficult, but 
possible. But the only handhold was at the head, which 
was higher than mine.  Once the merry-go-around picked 
up speed and started to rock, I actually had to hold 
on tight, and I soon realised that this was exactly 
the position, where the jacket would ride up and 
expose the bottom of my breasts. I don't know how much 
was visible, but I could feel cool air all the way up 
to my nipples.  I just pretended to close my eyes and 
not notice, but I could tell from the catcalls of the 
audience that they must have had a good view.  I just 
clung to Poul when we got down feeling slightly dizzy 
and very aroused.

Next we got on a ghost ride.  We didn't know the ride, 
if we could expect to pass other cars or whether there 
were any security cameras.  It didn't matter.  As soon 
as we were inside, Poul had my buttons undone, and my 
jacket pulled apart.  I put a hand around his neck and 
pulled him down for a kiss, but he wouldn't have that.  
He pulled the jacket off my shoulders, pinning my arms 
behind me with one hand, while the other lifted up my 
skirt, completely baring my pussy.  I felt so exposed 
and so excited I just spread my legs and accepted his 
fingers as they dug into me.  I was soaked already.  I 
had forgotten about cars and cameras, just hoping Poul 
would keep an eye out for the exit.  Suddenly there 
was a short drop.  I gasped and opened my eyes, just 
in time to see us passing a stretch with a window into 
the neighbouring gambling hall.  I jumped up trying to 
get my jacket on, but by then we had already gone 
passed it.  Obviously the window was there so people 
could laugh at those on the ride as they got a fright 
from the drop.  I have no idea if anybody saw the 
state I was in as we passed the window so fast.  But 
the atmosphere was broken and we were approaching the 
exit, so we hurriedly got ourselves decent.  We walked 
away in the opposite direction to the gambling hall, 
in case anybody was looking out for us.  Exciting, but 
also a little embarrassing to be caught out like that.

Now we felt like another drink, so we went into a 
dance hall.  Not my kind of music or clientele, but 
the area around the dance floor was built up so you 
could see down on the dance floor and on the table 
below you.  We got seated and Poul went for drinks.  I 
knew people from above us were looking down at me.  
When Poul arrived, he said the whole table above us 
was staring at me. It really seemed to get him going.  
He wanted me to sit at an angle, so that they could 
look down my jacket when I drank.  I did that mostly 
because I knew it excited him.  Getting up to dance, I 
made sure I bent forward when getting up so they could 
get a real good view.  We went for a couple of dances, 
but I really don't know how to dance to that kind of 
music, so we got another drink or two before we left 
again.  I was now getting quite drunk and quite 
excited.

I wanted to get out to the area I had scouted out, but 
Poul had other ideas.  We walked down towards the one 
end of the park.  This was where the strong man with 
mallet was. Poul always has to see if he can hit the 
ball hard enough to ring the bell at the top of the 
pole.  He usually can.  Meanwhile the strong man was 
eyeing me all over, not bothering to hide his 
interest.  When Poul finally was finished, he took my 
hand and led me past the pole, down a path leading to 
the forest.  Now why would a couple dressed like we 
were be walking into the forest?  I am sure that is 
what the strong man was wondering, for at some point 
when I turned around to look back, he was still 
staring after us.

The path led down towards and along a small lake.  
There was a restaurant at the end of the path, which 
continued into the forest; however,  today it was 
closed.  We knew that, because it is one of the few 
decent restaurants there, and we had tried to book a 
table for dinner.  It did look deserted, but it was 
still quite well lit up, probably to avoid vandalism, 
it  being rather deserted here on the edge of the 
forest.  As we walked towards the restaurant Poul 
undid my front buttons and pulled my jacket open.  I 
couldn't see anybody in the restaurant, and the path 
was clearly empty, so I guessed it was okay.  It was a 
weird feeling walking like this so close to all the 
activity at Bakken and with the music blaring behinds 
us.  I kept staring at the restaurant, ready to close 
the jacket if we saw anybody at the windows. Poul put 
an arm around me, grabbing a breast and played with my 
by now very hard nipple.  At some point I actually 
hoped somebody would be looking out a window. I was 
getting very aroused.

I looked back as well as I could without turning 
around.  I could still see the strong man, now serving 
another stud type.  I could also see people on the 
balcony of the restaurants overlooking the small lake. 
I didn't know how well they could see us out here, but 
it was still rather light so they probably could see 
us clearly, at least I could clearly see them. Right 
outside the closed restaurant the paved path stopped. 
There was an open gate and then the path continued 
into the dark forest. I stopped.

"Poul," I said, "I don't want to go in there. It's 
dark and yucky."  I was still thinking of the place I 
had seen and planned for us.

"Okay," he said, "in that case we can just stay here".

"You must be kidding. Right here in front of the 
restaurant?"

"Sure, there's nobody there."

"But we're in clear view of the people on the balcony, 
and even the people at Bakken could see us if they 
looked down the path."  As you see, in real life I am 
not all that brave.

"Well it is darker out here, so they wouldn't 
automatically look in this direction, and if anybody 
should come we will just slip into the dark forest and 
double back by another path".

I still stood with my back to Bakken, with the jacket 
open.  I looked down at myself.  I guess it was a 
little darker here.  Poul was still playing with my 
breasts and I was getting excited.  My hand grabbed 
him between his legs.  I knew he wasn't wearing any 
shorts either, and I could easily feel how excited he 
was getting as well.  I didn't say anything more, but 
I just let him continue playing with me.  Soon he 
stood up, pressing  against me.  The kisses were 
getting hungrier and there was a feeling of strong 
need and desperation coming over both of us.

Soon I had his dick out.  He was gasping.  I wanted to 
feel it against me; but I knew we always had trouble 
doing it face to face; I would have to turn around and 
bend over.  I pulled the jacket together over my 
breasts and half turned around so I could use a hand 
to lean on the open gate as I bent over slightly.

As I looked back at Bakken I was surprised at how 
close we were.  I felt everybody must have been able 
to see us.  But now Poul had lifted the hem of my 
skirt and tucked it into the elastic waistband so my 
bum was totally exposed.  I could feel the cold air on 
my wet pussy.  I couldn't turn around now.  I felt 
Poul's dick slip in between my legs, sliding along my 
pussy.  I stood back up against him, keeping my eyes 
open trying to see if I could tell whether people on 
the balcony were actually watching.  I thought they 
were, but I didn't really care any more.  The strong 
man was looking in our direction.  He certainly knew 
something was going on.  As the excitement grew, both 
from the exposure and Poul's rubbing against my pussy, 
I decided that this was in fact just what I had been 
dreaming about doing in the forest.  This was even 
more exposed than I had intended.  I didn't mind when 
Poul pulled my jacket apart again.  Oh God, I really 
hope the *are* watching, I thought.  As Poul was 
playing with my breasts, he managed to pull the jacket 
further and further back over my shoulders.  I was 
getting wild, and forgetting myself.  I wanted to be 
fucked.  I started to lean forward, wanting Poul to 
enter me from behind.  As I did, he suddenly slipped 
the jacket all the way off my shoulders and before I 
had thought further about it, he had it off and thrown 
over the gatepost.   Now people on the balcony knew, 
because I noticed the waiter stopping and looking out. 

I put my hands on the gate, resting my head sideways 
on my arms so I could still watch the activity at 
Bakken.  I immediately felt Poul's dick slide into me.  
He grabbed my hips and started fucking me hard and 
with urgency, as if he wanted to get it finished 
before anybody would come, or maybe I would get my 
senses back and stop the display.  But his fast pace 
just got me even more excited, so that I didn't care.  
This was better than I had dreamt about, and certainly 
a lot more daring than anything we had ever been able 
to do in the Tivoli.  I felt my breasts flying as I 
was also forcing myself back, meeting each thrust.  
Between the physical pleasure and the knowledge that 
people were actually watching me getting fucked, my 
excitement grew rapidly.  The strong man had 
completely given up serving his customers and was 
standing at the edge of Bakken quite obviously 
watching.  I could vaguely see the faces of the people 
on the balcony indicating that they were looking this 
way, but I couldn't really see or hear any reaction 
from them.  I was working frantically in order for 
Poul to come quickly, not so much caring about myself.  
I was very excited, but also somewhat apprehensive of 
what would happen if, for instance, the strong man 
were to move in our direction.

Fortunately, Poul was getting there quickly.  I don't 
think the actual act had lasted more than a few 
minutes.  I was still some distance away from my 
orgasm, having concentrated too much on the spectators 
and our show.  But I love it when I can feel Poul so 
clearly coming.  He grunted as if in pain as he 
finally stopped.  I stood back up against him feeling 
his dick slip out and his semen starting to flow down 
my legs.  As he was slowly getting his breath back, he 
cupped my breasts, pointing them towards the 
spectators.

"Do you think they enjoyed watching these," he asked 
as he squeezed them into two cones pointing straight 
at the people watching from the balcony. 
The strong man was back serving some customers, but I 
could still see the other people staring over the 
balustrade, their laughter now clearly audible across 
the small lake.  All of a sudden I felt cold and more 
than a little silly. 

"Lets get out of here," I said, grabbing my jacket and 
rushing ahead of Poul into the dark forest, trying to 
get the hem of my dress loose from the elastic.  I was 
aware that I was still showing my bum and at the same 
time I was trying to get my jacket back on.  After 
only a few steps we were in almost total darkness 
where I could stop and get myself somewhat decent 
again.  As decent as I could get, that is.  We didn't 
speak as we walked a few hundred meters further into 
the forest.  We found crossroads leading back up a 
hill to the other side of the closed restaurant, and 
soon we were at its entrance.  We stopped and looked 
down at the Bakken.  From up here we could clearly see 
out over all the area around the lake.  I shuddered as 
I realised how obvious we must have been.  I had never 
thought I would have dared to do that, and if Poul had 
asked in advance if I wanted to, I would have refused, 
but somehow the excitement just grew and made me 
bolder.

I still hadn't come, and I could feel Poul's semen 
running down my legs.  I couldn't walk back down like 
this.  I took Poul's hand and led him into the table 
area outside the restaurant.  I sat on a bench near 
the edge, overlooking Bakken, pulling Poul down beside 
me.  Here it was a lot darker and not nearly as 
obvious as on the path.  I unbuttoned my jacket and 
took it off, hanging it over a nearby chair.  I lifted 
my bum off the seat and pulled down my skirt, hanging 
it also over the chair.  I didn't want the semen 
running all over the skirt when I was sitting down.  I 
was now completely naked, hopefully visible only to 
Poul.  I loved sitting like that, fairly certain that 
nobody else could see me.  Poul quickly grabbed a 
breast and played with my nipple until I could no 
longer sit still on the bench.  I leant back, forcing 
my legs as wide apart as possible and placed Poul's 
hand where I desperately needed it to be.  It was just 
so naughty and terribly exciting sitting here with a 
perfect view of Bakken and hundreds of people, while 
my husband brought me off.  Soon I was rewarded with a 
strong climax. I  love having Poul watching me when it 
happens; I feel I am totally in his power when he is 
sitting there fully dressed, playing with his totally 
naked and exposed wife.  I clung onto him as the last 
spasms subsided.  We sat like that just resting for a 
few minutes, then I was starting to get cold.  I tried 
to spread the semen around a bit to prevent it from 
dribbling, before getting dressed again.

We went the long way around Bakken, staying in the 
forest.  We entered it from the other side and walked 
around a bit, avoiding the part near the strong man.  
I didn't quite feel like seeing him again, or him 
seeing me for that matter.  God only knows what he 
might have said or done had he seen us again. I now 
felt quite satisfied and not ready for any more 
exposure.  It was approaching midnight and it was time 
to get home again.  When we stood in the queue waiting 
for a taxi, the semen was still running down my legs, 
but I just hoped nobody would notice, because I 
couldn't do anything about it.  I wondered how many 
people in the queue had been on the balcony watching 
us, but I couldn't tell and as it was, I just snuggled 
up to Poul and tried to forget about them. They had 
been a strong influence on our exciting night, but I 
didn't need them any more now and just wanted to get 
home.

We had an uneventful trip home. When we were lying in 
our bed, we agreed that this was going to be one 
anniversary it would be hard to beat.