Archive name: The Park.HTM (M/F)
Authors name: Paula Wilson
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Story title: The Park
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The rain began to splatter against the awning; I took a step back and
sat down on the bench as the first drops started to splash onto the path. It
was warm and the sky cloudless so the rain was both a surprise and a mystery.
I’d been caught in just jeans and a t-shirt and so had no choice other than to
shelter.
The sound of somebody running caught my attention. I looked up just as a
young woman pushing a baby buggy made it into the shelter. The buggy crashed
against my knee and then ran over my feet. It didn’t hurt but instinctively I
yelped.
“Shit! Sorry.” The woman said as she caught her breath.
“It’s okay.” I replied. “No damage done.”
“Still, sorry.” She began fussing inside the buggy, bending over to
arrange the clothing about the baby. It was a nice sight, she had a tight butt
and her short denim skirt did nothing to conceal the fact. I could have sat and
stared at her all afternoon, if she hadn’t have straightened, and stood
upright. “He’s asleep.”
She flopped down on the bench, hardly an inch from me. “The weather man
said nothing about rain.” She complained.
“No!” I agreed.
She glanced in my direction. She had that dirty blonde hair that always
implies something sexual about the person, other than that, and her ass; I
could say nothing about her.
She on the other hand….. “I know you, Calvin Berry, isn’t it?”
“I prefer
“St Jude’s, I was three years below you. I think that Debbie Blake was
your girlfriend.”
I had fond memories of Debbie. She had been my first really serious
relationship and for a few months, I thought that I was in love. I was wrong
and Debbie was now a ten-year-old memory. “Then not now.” I said. “I’m sorry,
but I can’t remember your name…”
“Jen, Jenny Moore.”
It didn’t help. Jen had been just a face in the crowd. I tried to keep
my lack of acknowledgement off my features but failed.
“I knew you didn’t recognise me.” She laughed and then leant across to
check on the baby. Our knee’s touched and I felt a surge of electricity that
terminated at my groin. “He’s still sleeping, thank god!” Jen slumped back onto
the bench. “The rain’s set in.” She remarked, glancing towards the sky.
“Yeah!” I broke open a
chocolate bar and offer Jen a cube. She took it without comment. “Were you due
anywhere?” I asked eventually.
“Nope!” Jen shook her head.
“Craig was getting bored so I brought him out. He’s usually very active.” She
leant across to check on him. I’d have sworn that every time she did this then
her skirt rose a little higher. “He’s well gone.”
She sat back down. “So, how about you? Anyone waiting for you?”
“Just a cat!”
She smirked.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing!”
“Yes there is. What was so funny?” I insisted.
Jen began to blush and then she looked me straight in the face, her eyes
narrowed to mere slits. “Pussy. I was thinking that
pussy was waiting for you.” She blushed again.
I wondered whether to smile and then found myself grinning. “He’s called
Oscar, a neutered tomcat.”
“My mistake!” Jen laughed again.
We fell silent for a while then Craig stirred and Jen was once again
leaning across. This time I didn’t have to move to see the colour of her
underwear. I wanted to reach out and touch her, but decorum or cowardice
prevented me.
This time when she straightened Jen tugged the skirt back into place. “Bloody things to short. I bet you go a right eye full.” Jen
said boldly.
I pulled a face. “Not quite an eye full.” I chuckled. “Still, you have
quite a sexy little rear.” That was an invite for a brisk slap or a serious
verbal insult at the very least.
“Thanks.” Jen hesitated.
Some people call it body language and others would call it blatant
opportunism. I took a big gamble and took hold of her hand. If I was
wrong, then Jen would at the very least, pull away. If I was right, then I had
no idea where it would lead.
She jumped but didn’t retreat, pull away or give me the verbals. I
pulled her closer and after the slightest of hesitations, she came nearer. I
wanted to slide my hand beneath her short skirt, but that would
definitely have been pushing things. Instead, I wrapped my arm about her slim
waist and pulled her gently onto my knee.
Jen had the most gorgeous emerald green eyes that sparkled in the centre
of her pretty face. I started to wonder why I hadn’t noticed her before, but I
hadn’t, so it was all history. The present was more interesting.
I wanted to kiss her. I love kissing. I think that most blokes just want
to get their fingers stuck up a girl’s fanny, but I reckon that kissing is sexy
and so I kissed Jen lightly on the lips. She didn’t really respond but she
didn’t shy away.
I kissed her again and this time her mouth was slightly open. Jen kissed
with her eyes open and I stared into those bright green, unflinching eyes. They
seemed to be so fresh and clean, almost innocent.
We carried on kissing and now Jen was joining in, we exchanged tongues.
Occasionally pausing for breath but never speaking. We carried on like this,
just kissing and staring into each other’s face, and then Jen drew back.
“I could get very naughty with you.” She breathed.
“I hope you will.” I replied.
She smiled and those eyes seemed to dance, they were almost hypnotic.
“Here?” She glanced around. “In the rain.”
I had a raging hard on, it felt as if my dick was trying to burrow
itself to freedom. “Yes and yes.” I breathed. She touched me there, just a slim
finger and through my jeans, but I jumped. “Don’t tease me.” I groaned.
“I don’t tease.” Jen retorted. For a moment, she stood up, but only to
return to my lap, but this time with her legs dangling either side of mine.
“See what I mean?” She had her arms around my neck and apart from kissing me;
her whole body seemed an open invitation to be touched.
Jen was wearing one of those sleeveless blouses held together by just
two small pearl buttons secured into fabric hoops, beneath the button’s the
blouse flared away to reveal her bare midriff. I unfastened the buttons and
allowed the blouse to fall away, finally pushing it back from her breasts.
Jen wasn’t wearing a bra and her small breasts were soft and hot to the
touch with her nipples risen and hard. I touched each in turn. Jen laughed the
sound as warm as her body. “You make me tingle.”
“Well you make me hard.” I replied, trying to keep the conversation
horny but clean. I guessed that Jen fucked, but didn’t if she used the f word.
“I can tell.” She giggled. “Can I?”
“Be my guest.” I cried.
Jen slid back until her tight buttocks rested on my knees and then she
began to undress my dick. I stopped touching her and let my hands fall to my
sides; suddenly I was short of breath. Jen’s graceful fingers prised my jeans
apart with a practised ease. She stopped leant forwards and kissed me on the
mouth, briefly and fiercely.
She followed that by pulling apart my jeans and delving inside my
shorts. I groaned when those slim fingers found my hard stalk. “Oh, oh!” She laughed. “Big boy!”
She hauled my dick free of my clothes.
“I try to please.” I joked.
“I hope so, I really hope so.” Jen chuckled deeply.
She wriggled forwards, her eyes intent up on mine. I had my hands about
her bottom, beneath that short skirt. There was the feeling of soft warm
material, sheer but not silk or anything fancy. A girl out walking her kid wore
duty knickers, serviceable ones that weren’t intended to be displayed to lovers
or even casual pickups.
“These should come off.” I whisper, pinging the
leg elastic of her pants.
“I don’t remember anyone saying they didn’t.” Jen
chuckles. She plants her feet on the floor and stands up. “Well?” She
raises her skirt to reveal a pair of dark blue or black panties.
“Take them off.” I grunt, my dick is at full attention and a tiny
globular of clean pre come is forming on my dick head.
“You!” Jen
chuckles. She licks her finger and then rubs it across my dick head,
smearing my juice, and then she licks her finger again. “I can be very naughty,
once I get started.”
I reach out and pull down her panties; her muff is the same indistinct
colour as her hair. Jen steps out of them and hands them to me. I can’t resist
raising them to my face.
“Pervert.” She laughs. “I farted
in them.”
Women’s underwear has always attracted me, not just because of what they
concealed but also because of how they felt and smelt. I don’t care if a
woman’s farted into her panties, everyone farts, and I just like how a woman
smells.
“Beautiful!” I inhale the damp, pungent scent.
“Well be a good boy and you might get to smell the real thing.” Jen
climbs back onto my lap. She has her arms about my head and plonks a long, sexy
kiss onto my mouth. As her tongue darts into my mouth then Jen begins to settle
about my cock. “That is Hot!” She laughs.
Outside the rain is steady, hard and unrelenting. There is no one to
disturb us as we fuck and fuck again. Jen is keen and that’s being polite. We
fuck first with her on my lap, trading kisses, whilst she literally bounces up
and down on my cock. Our climaxes aren’t mutual. Jen comes first, she is wet
and noisy and then I lose my seed. She accepts it eagerly, drinking it in, to
be disposed off later.
Later, I take her from behind, not up the arse, but with Jen still on my
lap but this time facing away from me. She has a great arse and this way I
almost get to see it from its best angle.
The rain has stopped and Jen, after a prolonged visit to the toilets, is
back in her fragrant knickers and about to walk away.
“See you again.” I say at her retreating back.
She stops and turns about; her face is wreathed in smiles. “When?”
“Tonight, tomorrow. When
ever you can make it.”
“Tonight. I just have to see
Craig home.”
“Home?”
“Sure, this is how I earn my bread; looking after other people’s
kids…did you think he was mine?”