The Park

It had been so long, too long since they’d seen each other.  Sure, they write regularly, but there’s just no way it’s the same.  She loves her walks in the park with nature and he agreed to bump into her there.  The weather can’t be better for an early autumn day, sun shining, slight breeze and perfect sweatshirt temperature. The park bench she identified had a creek running in the woods behind it and the sound of the water rippling over the rocks was enough for a person to slip into a trance if they allowed themselves to be carried away by its soft melody. 

He arrived before she did. The anxious anticipation led him to arrive early only to wait.  As he absorbs the surroundings, he is astounded that on such a perfect day he has not seen a single soul in the park since his arrival.  His only company are the squirrels gathering their winter cache and the woodpeckers tapping away like percussion to the melody of the creek. 

Just as he’d slipped into a trance, he notices motion on the path and he quickly realizes it is her.  He straightens his slouch, then stands to greet her as she approaches.  He is struck by her image.  The pictures in his mind never are as beautiful as she is in person.  His perception flavored by the chemistry built literally over decades and that he knew their common traits were impossible to ignore. There is the awkward first approach, he is drawn to her and the desire to kiss her is overwhelming, but a gentle hello and hug will have to suffice.  

The hug was longer than expected, the tension between them already thick.  He couldn’t help but stare into her eyes as they sat on the bench and did their best to make small talk about their days.  She couldn’t help but reach and touch his left hand as it was extended on the back of the bench.  As they chatted, they unknowingly managed to continue to move closer to each other without noticing. She crossed her legs and her foot brushed his calf, the casual contact sending jolts of desire through them both.  He notices her face flush and asks if she’s ok.  “I will be” she says and leans towards him.  He reaches and touches her cheek with his right hand as their lips meet, soft, slow and gentle first.  Their tongues begin to take part and the embrace becomes more intense, his left hand on her back as she reaches to pull him closer. 

“We can’t do this here” she sighs, and he agrees.  She stands and takes his hand “follow me” she says with a twinkle in her eye. He obliges and notices for the first time she had carried a small backpack with her.  She leads him into the woods, around a small mound of stacked field rock and an overgrown thicket. He makes a joke about asking if she’s become an axe murderer and she’s leading him to a shallow grave.  “You never know, makes it fun doesn’t it” she quickly retorts.  They arrive at an opening in the woods, a small meadow with tall, thin grasses and soft clover base.  She opens her backpack and pulls out a flannel blanket.  He takes a corner and they spread it out and smooth it into the grass.  “Wow, I didn’t expect a picnic today” he says.  She smiles and steps towards him.  They embrace, again slow and almost hesitant.  They quickly escalate, his arms pulling her close.  She steps one leg past him to allow herself to be that much closer in his embrace.  His right hand slides up her torso, past her shoulders to her neck and into her hair.  He gently pushes her head aside and his lips begin to kiss her ear, then neck. He can feel the heat between her legs as she unconsciously begins to slowly grind herself on his thigh. He feels her pulling on his shirt, untucking it from his pants. “Are we going to do this here?” he whispers into her ear. She answers by kissing him deeper and pulling him onto his knees with her on the blanket. She begins to unbutton his shirt as he pulls hers up over her head. He leans back into her and their lips again meet.  She pulls his t-shirt out and up over his head.  As they wrap into each other’s arms he feels her blue lace bra against his chest.  He finds the clasp and releases it, allowing it to drop and exposing her amazing breasts.  He can’t help himself and pulls his lips from hers, kissing her chin, neck, collar bone, down to her breasts.  She arches her back as the tip of his tongue slowly, softly circles a nipple, then runs across it, with a lip following. She gasps as he does, and slides one hand down his chest, past his belt and between his legs.  She can feel the denim taught from his manhood growing.  “We should relieve this pressure” she growls and begins to unbuckle his belt, then the button and finally the zipper.  Her hand slides into the front of his pants and wraps around his throbbing member.  He gasps at finally feeling her touch him again. He returns the gesture and undoes her pants, then begins to slide them over her hips. She pushes away, he stammers “I’m sorry” and she says “No, sit back” and she pulls his boots off his feet, then his pants off by the legs leaving him in just his boxers.  She sits with her feet forward and he does the same, exposing her matching blue lace panties.  She starts to sit back up and he stops her.  “No, I thought this was a picnic” he whispers and winks. She leans back on her elbows and he crawls towards her.  He lifts one foot and kisses her ankle and begins to slide his hand up her calf and below her knee.  His lips gently work their way up the inside of her calf to her knee.  He kisses above, aside and finally lays on his back to kiss the underside of her knee. One hand continues to caress her thigh, up to her hip, across her waist and down the other as his lips continue to kiss, gently with his tongue occasionally giving a soft lick up to the edge of the lace. 

She takes his head in her hand and pulls him to her face.  She kisses him hard, deep, with all that she is as she lays onto her back and pulls him onto her.  One hand runs down his chest while the other reaches and slides into his boxers and grabs the base of his cock. “Dammit I want this inside me” she gasps as he caresses a breast with the hand not holding himself above her. “Not yet, I’m not even past the appetizer” he whispers into her ear, allowing his lips to brush softly on her ear lobe. As she pulls him to her by the cock, he pushes himself against her so she can feel his hardness against her lips. He slides back down her body, kissing and licking her all the way until he reaches the opposite foot that he’d started with. He watches her face as he massages her calf and thigh as he kisses his way up her leg.  His begins to run a finger long the edges of her panties, noticing how warm and humid it is at her inner thigh. Every time he gets close to her heat she trembles and twitches, her breathing getting deeper and quicker with each pass. His face finally settles between her thighs.  He kisses each as she spreads her hips open to accept him.  He runs his tongue along the edge of the lace, up to the top of her thigh, across her waist then down again. He rises to his knees, leans forward and takes them by the sides and begins to slowly slide them off her hips, past her thighs.  As the center pulls from her lips, he notices how the material clings to her from how wet she is, pulling strings of her honey out as it passes to her knees. Once past her ankles he lays the lingerie aside with her clothes and settles his face back between her thighs. She bends her knees and tilts her hips as he leans in, the tip of his tongue tracing the crease of skin where her thigh meets her torso. He then switches sides and does the same, this time closer to her outer lips. He can taste her more with each lick and it fans the flame in him. Finally, he licks one side outer lip, slowly from as low as he can get to her clitoris.  She gasps as his tongue crosses her clitoral hood and then slides down the opposite lip.  This time, he so gently pushes the tip of his tongue past her lips, opening her up.  His tongue is bathed in her nectar as it works it way up to her clitoris, his bottom lip following and catching any that escapes. 

He slides one hand up to her breast and begins to caress her nipple as his tongue begins to lick her up and down.  Each passing stroke he pushes deeper into her and applies more pressure to her clitoris.  Randomly, he stops at her switch, nibbles on the button with his lips, gently sucking in while his tongue strokes, flicks and rolls it. Her hips rise to meet his every stroke and he take two fingers and slowly slides them into her. They softly stroke and find her g-spot and begin to apply pressure and stroke in rhythm with his tongues motion.   He can feel her begin to tighten and she begins to moan louder.  She begins to tremble, and he begins to feel her wetness multiply.  He keeps his pace, slightly increasing all elements until she gasps loudly, grabs his head and pulls it against her as her hips rise and thrust.  He strokes stays engaged best he can as her hips clasp his head tight as she bathes his face in her cum. 

She continues to twitch as she gasps for breath. He kisses her lower lips again and she convulses from the sensation. He sits up, proud of his handywork and licks his fingers clean.  She manages to open her eyes enough to see him gazing upon her, the beautiful mess that she is.  She manages a mumble, then a long sigh.  “Fuck” is all she can manage to say.  He lays down next to her and caresses her shoulder, which sends her into another convulsion. “I’m sorry” he giggles.  “No, you’re not” she says, “and don’t ever apologize for doing THAT”. 

They lie together and chat more, their hands each exploring the other’s body. Intermittently their lips connect, and the desire builds again.  “It’s not fair, you deserve some satisfaction too” she grins as her hand gently strokes his erect member. “It sure feels like it needs some release” she growls as she rolls to her back.  “Let’s see how that fits where it belongs” and she pulls him onto her.  “I really like this idea” he says as he feels the tip of his cock graze her wet lips.  He leans into her and presses himself lengthwise against all of her so she can feel him.  He kisses her and grinds against her, coating himself in her juice.  He raises his hips up, take his cock and rubs its head against her clit.  He pushes slowly past her lips, so that he is just entering her. She gasps at the thought of him finally filling her.  He holds it’s the head steady and eases deeper into her.  He stops, then withdraws.  He again takes it in his hand and rubs her clitoris before sliding back into her, slightly deeper this time. She raises her hips to meet him and tries to pull him into her deeper.  He resists and holds himself, short strokes himself in and out of her.  He feels a convulsion build and his cock throbs inside her. She notices, and gasps.  He holds back the inevitable explosion and continues to enter her slow and shallow, then finally he buries himself in her. She shrieks at the sensation of him finally filling her completely and his weight against her lips and clitoris.  He grinds slowly as the head of his cock rotates inside her.  The shaft of his manhood massages her g-spot and she matches his pace with her own hips.  “Fuck me” she groans, “goddammit fuck me like you mean it”. He increases his speed, and begins to thrust with some force causing her to shriek with each stroke in. “Hold on” he begs, pulls himself out and rolls her over.  His cock is coated in her creaminess. She rises to her hands and knees and he positions himself behind her, takes his cock and slides it in slowly.  The angle allows him to hit her deep and she loudly yelps with the feeling of his head of him impacting her. He gasps to her “I’m not going to last long as tight and wet as you are” and he falls into a rhythm that matches her moving back to meet his thrust. “Don’t worry, go for it, whatever, just keep fucking me” she manages to say between gasps.  He feels another convulsion building, this time there’s no stopping it.  He feels his balls contract as the pressure builds until he feels himself explode inside of her. The sensation of his thick hot stickiness coating her sends her over the edge and she clamps down on him. He continues to thrust with each contraction as he pumps himself deep into her met by her gripping each thrust.  He stops, buried deep in her still, manages another hard thrust which catches her by surprise. She collapses, him on top, still inside.  He slowly pushes himself in one more time and feels the mix of their passion pour past him and out of her.  He rolls off her, entire body limp and spent.  “Holy fuck, I missed you” he says to her.  “Uh huh” is all she can muster as she rolls to her side, slightly in a fetal position and twitches a few times more.   He caresses her face and she manages a smile. “Can we do this again?” she asks. 

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