Moonlit by Park Bench

“Fuck, I’d better not get arrested again,” I thought to myself as I walked down the footpath. I was very conscious of my footfalls in the cool evening air. The park that she’d directed me to was only another block along my way. My heartbeat was pounding in my ears now, so I slowed my pace and took some deep breaths. “Easy,” I thought to myself, “She probably won’t even be there.”

*”I must be fucking crazy,” I thought to myself as I stood in front of the mirror in my bedroom. I ran my hands up my thighs, marvelling at the sheen of the silky black thigh highs were held in place by a black lace garter belt. A thing landing slip directed my eyes down to my clit, already swollen with arousal by the thought of what I had ahead of me. I turned back to my bed and picked up the coat draped across the bedspread. Pulling it over my shoulders, I took one last look at my otherwise bare breasts and pussy. “Okay here we go,” I said aloud while buttoning the coat buttons, cinching the belt tight and knotting it. I turned to the door and walked out my front door.*

I turned into the park and followed the thin meandering pathway that the glow of my phone map app directed me to. Two more turns, I thought, and slipped my phone back into my coat pocket. The blue device app gone, I stopped in my tracks to get my bearings and allow my senses to acclimatise. The wind rustled in the trees, and the cool air tightened the back of my throat. My balls tightened in my trousers while my cock strained against its confinement. “I should have drank more water,” as I moved my tongue around my teeth, “she’ll chew me out if I lash her with a dry tongue!”

*The walk from my front door to the park was a short one, and I was slightly breathless as I lowered my arse to the bench. The bench seat felt harsh on my ass through my coat tails, which made me realise that I was quivering a little. “Whooo,” I breathed softly. “He should be here soon.” I looked down to my hands sitting in my lap, and on to my knees pressed against on another, then down to my stocking feet slipped into a pair of pumps. I truly am a goddess, and this indulgence pleases my divinity.*

As I rounded the last corner, I saw the bench come into view. “Oh wow, she’s actually here.” I don’t know why I thought she would chicken out, now that I came to think of it, it was far more likely that it would be me who got cold feet. Her gaze quickly darted in my direction, and I saw her shoulders relax a little as she realised that it was me. I walked forward, taking care to not charge in. I paused mid-step a couple of metres from her, the light was not strong now and my mind raced to panic… “shit, is it actually her?!”

*”Here comes someone now. Shit, this is crazy. What if it’s not him? Calm down,” I tell myself. A familiar form took shape in the gloom as he turned off the pathway and walked towards me. “It’s him,” relief flooding my body. As he closed the gap between us, I lifted my chin in his direction and purposefully let my knees part, the gap between them widening as the gap between us closed. Two more steps and he was at my feet, where he promptly dropped to his knees and kissed each of my feet in turn. “Goddess, he really does worship me,” I thought with much pleasure, and I felt a familiar warm rush of blood to my cunt as I anticipated his next movements.*

Just as I paused, I saw her legs part and her hands discreetly lift the hem of her coat. “Gods above, what a view,” I thought as I moistened my lips . I dropped to my knees and bent to her feet, kissing each through the soft stocking. She lifted one foot up and put her heel on my head, pushing my mouth against her other foot. Reminded of who was serving who, I began working my way up the inside of her calves, I ran a hand up her thigh and under the coat. The stockings finished half way up her creamy thigh and I took a handful of her arse with satisfaction. My head was between her knees now and I felt a hand settle on the back of my head, and firmly pulling me closer to her. I resisted somewhat, and she allowed me to shower kisses on the insides of her thighs towards her mound of heavenly pleasures. Her scent was delightful, and I became aware again of the strain of my member. She lifted one leg up and rested it on my shoulder as I placed my mouth on her. I was not surprised to find her hot and sopping wet, clearly she had been anticipating this as much as I.

*He worked his way up my legs and I found myself tilting my pelvis towards him. I put a hand on his head, I thought to steady myself, but I found myself pulling him into my pussy so eager I was to feel his tongue between my folds. Soon he had encountered my bare thigh and I bit my lip to prevent a moan from escaping too soon. Then his mouth was on me and his tongue ran deep from my arse to my clit. Here he worked, and some stifled groans began deep in my chest. “Mmmmm,” I murmured, holding his velveteen head against me, “Don’t stop…”*

I felt the puckered ridges of her ass as I ran my tongue up her snatch, savouring her taste. Her clit was swollen and I took it between my lips, rolling it back and forth. I darted my tongue between her lips and deep, and deeper inside her. Almost imperceptibly her hips were rocking on the seat. Both my hands were hooked up under her arse now as I pulled her pussy to my face. With one leg hooked over my shoulder and across my back I could sense her urgency building. “She is going to come quickly,” I realised. Normally she would allow herself to construct her orgasm indulgently, taking her time to layer her mental and physical sensations to a crescendo. Something more pressing possessed her this evening.

*The sensation of his lips on my clit was nearly too much. I rested my elbows on the back of the bench seat to give myself better leverage as i lifted my hips towards him, grinding my now dripping cunt into his face. I kept looking around the park, half expecting the police to charge around the corner at any moment. It was hard to stay vigilant with my eyes rolling into the back of my head. My heart was pounding now and a fierce glow was building in my belly. “Already?” I smiled with surprise, I guessed all the adrenaline was surging through my system, amplifying the dopamine good feels. Relaxing, I let the glow build and build and build within me. Sensing my rising tide of relief, his attentions to my pussy doubled, and his tongue flitted back and forth, up and down, around and around my clit, with momentary excursions to the trembling folds of my labia. I felt my cup of satisfaction filling and now begin to overflow.*

My chin was slick and I was sweating from the excitement of it all, I felt like my head must have been steaming as I feasted on her mound. Her arse lifted from the seat and I took the opportunity to grab both buttocks firmly and pull her into my mouth. My tongue was a blur as I supped on her tender folds, and continued to lash her clitoris with attention. Sensing she was close, I allowed a low moan to escape from deep within my chest, it sounded animal like in the late night air. This began to tip her over the edge, her thighs were now quivering against my ears, her hips bucking as she surrendered to her pleasure. Chancing a glance upwards, I saw that her head was tipped backwards over the bench seat and her mouth agape. She was keening now like some sort of night bird, her sound of satisfaction rippling through the leaves and into the night sky.

*”Oooooh,” my head tilted back with my mouth open, the canopy of leaves above me seemed to swim before I allowed myself to close my eyes. The glow in my belly was a fire now, rushing up through my throat, flooding through my arms and legs as I reached my crescendo. I bucked against his tongue and gasped as he took my cheeks firmly in his grip and pulled me to him, burying his tongue deep inside my quim. I gave myself to the sensation now, the burning rebirth of a phoenix of lust. Over and over the heat washed over me, my skin covered in goosebumps and my nipples firm, the heat dissipating into the thirsty evening air. Slowly, then suddenly the fierceness mellowed back to a glow, and I sighed deeply.*

After she sighed, I sat back on my haunches and took in the sight before me. Her head moved back forward and she looked around, her eyes snapping to mine as she returned from wherever her pleasure took her. No man ever really can say. Unable to keep her gaze for long, I glanced away and stood, while taking a handkerchief from my pocket to dry my chin. When I looked back up, I saw that she had climbed atop the bench seat on her knees. When she saw that she had my attention, she flipped her coat tails up over her back with an expert flick of her hips. Looking over her shoulder, the command of her gaze was clear. I took a shuddering breath, and stepped back forward.

*It was not that I felt that his cock would give me any more satisfaction, but I smiled as I felt his warm thickness slide inside me. The truth was, I wanted to walk back to my house with the sticky slickness of his seed running down my thighs, as a reminder of my complete domination over men. His hands were on my hips now and I pushed back against him as his thrusts became more desperate. Soon enough I felt the familiar flood as his semen erupted from his rigidness. He continued to pound against me, muffled slaps of skin on skin carrying in the air. Abruptly he was done, and I felt a gush spill forth as he pulled out. Without a glance over my shoulder I stood, letting the coat cover me again. And with that, I looked into the darkness and said to my husband “Walk me home babe.”*

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