So, while I was living in New York, I decided to poke around on OKCupid, advertising myself as married and in an open relationship. I wasn’t really looking to make myself emotionally available, and we were far enough from the city that it quickly proved hard to find people who really could engage. I got a few supportive messages here and there of the “it’s not for me, but happy for you” type, but it just wasn’t what most people were looking for. Which didn’t really bother me, after all I’m not looking to hurt anyone, but it did get frustrating. Then a new person popped up, in her mid-40’s fresh of her divorce and first dipping her toes. I sent her a note, and while her response was hardly a sign of interest, she wasn’t closed off. So we chatted for a bit, and I got to know more about her and her situation, and I could see her starting to think that maybe I could be a nice first fling.
Seeing the thought in her words, I sent her some of my erotic writing. THAT started to change the tenor. She also did a lot of writing, but none so overtly sexual as what I did. She sent some of hers – and it was dark, but well-composed. Skill with words is also one of my weaknesses and now I was getting into her.
So about two weeks after our first messages were exchanged, with some increasingly sexual stories going back and forth, I ask if she would be up for lunch Saturday, and she was happy to do it. Of course, as we kept talking, I noted there was a nice wooded park near the restaurant. Then we decided to meet at the park first. And we decided to forget about eating.
We pulled up almost at the same time in the parking lot, I was in a t-shirt and cargo shorts (with a condom thoughtfully in one of the pockets) and fleece blanket under my arm. Trish was in a sundress, her dark and graying hair shoulder length, but a sparkling smile making everything else about her irrelevant. We linked arms and started walking, noticing that very few people seemed to come to this park. That’s helpful.
As we got about half a mile in, there was a huge patch of five-foot tall reeds densely packed, guarding a small grassy clearing near the row of trees adjoining the road. I picked my way through the reeds (the lack of any real path to where I was going was a major plus in my mind) and I laid the blanket out in a small sunny patch. Trish laid down to my left and I was next to her.
We made small talk for a minute until I brushed her hair off her face. She stopped in the middle of her sentence, looking at me. So I leaned over and kissed her, her lips parting instantly, and my tongue slipping past them. She laid back on the blanket and I shifted partly on top her, kissing her hard, her hand running into my hair. My hand ran down her dress, caressing her breast through the fabric and she arched her back into my touch. I push the strap of the dress down, and her bra, and leaned down, kissing her nipple, and she moaned up to the blue sky.
As I started to lick her nipple, her hand reached down to my shorts, pulling the snap open, unzipping them, and reaching in to find my erection, not contained by any underwear. She started to stroke it and I moaned against her breast. She shifted up and I laid back, looking at the clouds in the sky as her head went into my lap, and I felt her soft lips slide down my shaft. She started to suck as she pulled up, leaving a wave of electricity behind her motions and started working her head up and down. “Holy shit” I breathed. As this continued for a few minutes, I lifted her head up, kissing her again, tasting myself on her.
“You said you had a condom?” She breathed.
“Yes.”
“Get it out.” She laid back on the blanket, arching her back and pushing her panties over her knees. I pulled my condom out and tore into it, stretching it out over my bulging head and rolling it down. She was tucking her underwear in her purse when I rolled toward her. She parted her legs and I laid between them. I pushed my shorts down, feeling the warm sun on my backside as I sank into her, first feeling her tightness holding me, then her intense warmth as it soaked through the condom.
“Oh my god you’re hot.” I breathed into her ear. Her hands pulled at me, and like that, semi naked in broad daylight, only a reed forest guarding us, I gave Trish her first sex as a divorcee. She moaned softly not wanting too much attention, but her hands pushing me to go faster. I obliged and far too soon felt myself coming inside, filling the condom. I pulled out and rolled back, quickly tidying myself should we be seen. We then laid there a bit, at first really awkward, not really cuddling.
Then she kissed me softly, her arm on my waistband. “I wish you had another one.”
I kissed her back. “Me too.”
“I REALLY wish you had another one.”
Oh.
“Then I will plan better next time.”
“Next time I want a bed.” She added.
“Done.”
Her hand brushed down again. “Are you SURE you don’t have another one?” I sighed. I was really sure. I kissed her, pushing her on her back, my hand slipping between her thighs.
“I’m sure.” I breathed between kisses as I slipped a finger inside her. Her hand grabbed my arm and for a moment I stopped.
“Don’t stop,” I slipped my finger in and out of her quickly, her body arching up and down, and my then moving my wet finger to her clitoris, rubbing it softly. She bit her lip as her body clenched up, shaking. She then relaxed and looked as me as I pulled my hand out.
We heard some voices in the distance, which shattered the spell. She sat upright and we began gathering ourselves and the blanket. As we walked back to our cars, her steps clumsy, she asked me “are you free tomorrow?”
I wasn’t. But next Friday we made good on all our wishes.
I’ll post that story in a couple days.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/87zchw/finding_myself_exposed_in_the_park
Great story