Sundown (P-M1F1, H-P, Rom, Exhib) An erotic story by Katryna Last updated 12/17/06 This adult story is (C) by Katryna. It may be redistributed subject to a few provisions but may not be sold or otherwise used for profit and must have this heading attached. Please read my legal notice as downloading, redistributing, or reading this story signifies your agreement to the terms and conditions outlined within it. Author's Note: This story contains depictions of casual, unprotected sexual intercourse. Needless to say, this is purely fantasy and should be confined to fantasy. Such activities are extremely unsafe in real life, as they pose a significant risk of pregnant and disease transmission; hence, they should generally be avoided. And if you're dumb or clueless enough to have to be *told* that you should probably avoid sex altogether. Jennifer Parker yawned, pulled her arms up and back, and lifted her legs until they were nearly parallel with the ground, muscles tensing and relaxing as she stretched her slender body. The unyielding wood of the aging park bench wasn't the most comfortable place to sit, but she could tolerate it, and aside from the strife between the bench and her butt, she was quite comfortable despite the coolish weather, in her blue jeans, hiking boots, and ash-gray wool sweater over a red t-shirt. The young woman glanced around the park; there were a few people, far away, across the open field of grass--the "meadow"--in the center of the park, but no one nearby. She smiled and relaxed back into a sitting position. The park was good-sized, including a baseball diamond and a football/soccer/whatever field, and a public pool, all of them in the distance, across the grass and the parking lot. She was at the west end of the park, near the bank of the smallish river that marked its western boundary. The park had more trees than most did, particularly near the west end, and her location was fairly secluded. A single asphalt-paved path ran parallel to the river, and the bench was on a circle of asphalt that was almost but not quite connected to it. Most visitors didn't come out this far, hence there was only one bench. This part of the park was perfect for quiet contemplation and reflection, and this was part of her interest in it. Most importantly, however, was the view. Although there were trees to the north and sound that obscured the rest of the scenery in those directions, including the winding river and equally winding path, there were only a couple of scraggly saplings amid the grasses and vines on the steep slope of the riverbank. There were a number of trees on the far side, but they were mostly short and deciduous. This arrangement, and the westward facing of the park, gave an excellent view of the Western sky, and hence, of the brilliant sunset, just beginning, that she was now enjoying, as she had at least one evening a week for the last ten of her twenty-three years. She took a moment to run her hands through her coppery hair, smoothing it; a moderate September breeze and a half-hour walk from her apartment to the park had thrown it into moderate disarray. She had a brush in her purse, but she didn't care enough about the state of her hair to bother with it. She returned her hands to her lap, chuckling and rolling her hazel eyes about thirty seconds later, when another gust of wind blew her hair out of order once more. It was long enough the the ends of most of the strands were pressed between her back and the bench, which helped keep it from becoming a complete mess. She didn't bother to straighten it again, smiling and staring at an angle from the sun itself, watching the sky turning gold. Jennifer--she usually went by her first name--sighed and shook her head as her thoughts drifted back to the day, nearly eight months prior, when she and Tom had said goodbye. They'd both known that it was coming; the friction between them had been increasing, and he'd become distant and guarded; she had feeling quite restless and, he said, had become distant as well. She wondered if that was true, but she supposed it more or less was. She realized that despite the passion between them they knew very little about one another. Really, she thought, shivering slightly as the memories flooded back, the only way they'd connected was in bed. Her body, at least, he knew very well; she smiled wistfully and a little bit embarassedly as she remembered the time she'd spent squirming and panting on the end of his tongue or against his fingertips, or both. He hadn't been the first man she'd been with, but he'd been the first to make her come, and the first she'd ever gotten wet for without one of them touching her. She remembered the days spent waiting for her paper-grading shift to end, fidgeting in her chair as she thought about him, imagining him stroking, caressing, teasing, taking her, and coming home with a wet spot in her panties, barely managing to get her pants off before jumping him. She would grasp and clutch at his body, rubbing as gently as she could in her ravenous state, before he gently but firmly grasped her wrists, pulling them behind her back as he kissed her, guiding her to the mattress. He'd lower her onto it, sometimes turning her again, sometimes pressing her onto her stomach, before he released her hands, clambering onto the bed with her and kissing her fiercely as his hands roamed her body, leaving her gasping and her skin tingling in their wake. He would tease and caress her like this for minutes on end--occasionally half an hour or more, she remembered--sometimes keeping her on edge, sometimes sending her hurtling through several whimpering climaxes, and by the end she would be quivering, gasping, her skin flushed and sweaty and tingling as she begged him to fill her. She shivered again on the bench, feeling a hint of a familiar stirring between her legs as she visualized him climbing onto her, kissing her deeply and sucking at her tongue, still teasing her as he firmly helped her spread her legs and leaned forward. Her body would quake and quiver, her whimpers, gasps, and breathing accelerating as he rubbed his cockhead, teasingly, along her slickened lips, over her clit, firmly against it. She would sometimes push her hips up, trying to force him into her, but he always backed off, still teasing. Finally, as she lay still he would enter her. Sometimes this mean that he grabbed her wrists, pressing them to the mattress as he adjusted himself and she spread her legs wider, before he jerked his hips, plunging smoothly into her, holding her wrists as he ground his pubic bone against her clitoris and pumped firmly into her pussy, bringing her to a squealing climax before spewing into her. Other times he would tell her to roll over, either verbally or by pushing against her side at the right angle, and he would either slip into her carefully, if she was still on her tummy, or slam in if she'd raised her hips enough to be called "doggy-style." She had never climaxed without clitoral stimulation, but the force and passion of his thrusts and her hand between her legs invariably brought her off in short order, her pussy clasping and pulsing around his cock as she came, sometimes more than once, before he grasped her hips, slamming into her fiercely as he tensed, until he exploded inside her. She loved the feeling of his cock pulsing and her depths filling with warmth; with her two previous boyfriends she'd used a condom, but soon after meeting him she'd gotten on the pill. She'd taken it for about four months after they parted before her prescription was up for renewal; being without a partner she hadn't bothered renewing it. She sighed as the insistent tingling between her thighs grew, fidgeting a bit and trying to get her mind off of sex, reflecting that the fact that it was pretty much all she missed certainly said a lot about the quality of the relationship. She forced her attention back to the sunset, which, as the golden hue deepened, was truly spectacular. The clouds seemed to glow like butter movie-theater popcorn, though she knew that unlike the popcorn they weren't crunchy, and neither did they contain more salt than an equivalent volume of seawater. She sat and watched them for another few minutes before she checked her watch; including the sitting down, the stretching, and the fantasizing, she'd been there only about ten minutes. Faint footsteps on the path, a short distance to her right, caught her attention. She saw a man walking along the path, dressed in jeans, beat up sneakers, and a blank t-shirt. He was about thirty-five, she guessed with a smile. Tallish and dark-haired, his chin covered with stubble since, she supposed, his shave that morning, he was in pretty good shape and had a nice build. She couldn't make out his eyes yet. She smiled slightly before turning back to the sunset, expecting him to pass by. He didn't. She noticed him, out of her peripheral vision, pausing, standing at the other side of the bench. "Hi," He said, without a hint of being winded despite the brisk pace at which he'd been watching. She turned her head and smiled slightly. "Hi," She replied. He smiled back. "Do you mind if I sit here?" She shook her head. "Sure, go ahead. I'm just watching the sunset." "It's gorgeous, isn't it?" He replied, sitting down on the other side of the bench. "Really quite gorgeous." She nodded, a little absently, gazing at the sunset in silence for a moment before she blinked and turned back to him. "Sorry," She half-stammered. "I'm Jennifer." "Richard," He replied, and she smiled. "Nice to meet you," She responded. They sat for a moment, and she swallowed, glancing at him again, shivered almost imperceptibly. He was definitely handsome, and seemed nice enough. She pondered. "So...uh, you come here often?" "Oh, now and then," He replied. "Good place for a long, quiet walk, you know..." She nodded. "Yeah. I come down here a few evenings a week to watch the sunset; this place has the best view of it within a reasonable distance." She smiled inwardly; she was enjoying talking to him and just being around him was making her feel warm and cozy. She scooted a little closer on the bench, then glanced at him. He smiled. "Hmmm...I've never really sat down and watched it before," He said, shrugging slightly. "It's pretty nice today," She said, smiling. The itchy-tingling feeling was proving surprisingly persistent. She contemplated scooting closer again but decided not to. She wasn't sure what would happen and she didn't want to rush whatever did. "Yeah. Still...hmm...I did have a walk in mind," He replied with a shrug and a slight smile. "Care to join me?" Jennifer smiled thoughtfully, suppressing a quiver as she contemplated the prospect. She made a pretense of thinking about it for a moment, though her body had already made the decision; she wasn't sure exactly what he had in mind, but, though she'd be careful, she wanted to spend more time with him. "Sure," she replied, shivering again. "All right." He slid to his feet and extended a hand to her, smiling softly. She grasped it, giggled almost as if she was back in high school, blushed slightly at realizing this, and let him help her to her feet, then, to her mild disappointment, released her hand. She stretched, groaning, then smiled sheepishly as she fully re-registered that he was watching her. "Sorry," She said. "Just...you get kinda stiff sitting here." "Hmmm?" He murmured, questioningly, raising one eyebrow. She blinked, blushed slightly at the turn of phrase. "Um, I mean..." "I get it," He replied with an amused smile, and she kicked herself. She really was acting like a high schooler around him. It seemed strange, but it wasn't a big deal, she told herself, so she mentally dropped the subject. Plenty of time for soul-searching later. He began to walk along the path. She followed, a step or two behind at first, but quickly catching up to him. His pace was significantly slower than it had been when he arrived at the bench, giving them both time to enjoy the sunset as they walked, the breeze sending her hair into disarray once more. She sighed and shook her head, deciding not to worry about it. They strolled along in silence for a while, stealing sideways glances at one another from time to time. His eyes, she realized, were deep brown. He was about six feet tall, in contrast to her five-foot-four frame. She didn't try to estimate his weight, nor did she remember precisely what hers was; somewhere in the 130 range, she figured. Gradually, curiousity about other statistics and physical characteristics began to blossom in her mind, but she tried to weed it. "Get a hold of yourself, girl," She thought, and shook her head. "Penny for your thoughts?" He asked, about five minutes into the walk. She blushed rather deeply and swallowed nervously. "Um..." While she tried to find an answer that was neither embarrassing nor an obvious lie, she shrugged slightly and studied the path ahead. It was more or less straight for the next ten yards, but began to curve after that, roughly following a bend in the river. The curve was less sharp than the river's turn, however, and this left several yards of grasses and weeds, along with a handful of generic deciduous saplings planted two years ago as an erosion control initiative, between the path and the riverbank. "Hmm?" He asked again, smiling curiously. "Just...thinking about...when they put these trees in. Used to be a lot more bank here, as I recall..." She trailed off, trying her best not to seem flustered. She swallowed again, watching him, wondering how he'd react. He nodded. "Yeah; we lost almost a foot in some areas with that big flood three winters ago." "Yeah, I noticed. There's a big rock down this way that's a couple feet about a foot out into the river that I used to play on when I was a kid. Except it was connected to the bank back then." He nodded again. "I think the main issue is this crumbly soil," She continued "It's practically mud most times of the year." "You work here or something?" He asked with a slightly amused smile. "Nah," She replied. "Though I did some work here for a couple of my classes; I minored in geology." "I took one geology course and I remember less than a tenth of it," He confessed, and she shrugged. "So what's your major?" "Environmental resource science." "Sounds complicated," He replied. "So are you still in school?" "Postgraduate study," She explained. "Working on a Master's." "Good for you," He replied with a smile. "So what do you do?" She asked after a moment. "CIS. Generic whitecollar, really," He responded, and shrugged. "Cool," She replied, blushing slightly and once again feeling like a highschooler. They continued along the path in silence for a moment, approaching the southern end of the park. The trees to their left had thinned out a little, but there was a large, shady oak that she remembered climbing in as a girl. A few yards away was a birdbathesque metal drinking fountain. She paused for a moment, looking around. The sun was setting, and the shadows were lengthening, but they still had at least an hour of decent light left; and, she thought a good half-hour before the gates of hell itself began to pour forth, replenishing the local population of mosquitos. Although the damn bugs hadn't been nearly as bad this year; the fish the county had introduced to eat their eggs and larvae seemed to have been a good investment. "Wanna stop for a moment?" He asked, glancing at her curiously. She noticed him noticing her body, and she smiled, shivering almost imperceptibly. "Sure," She replied. "Kinda thirsty." "Yeah, me too," He replied. Neither of them was breathing hard. Jennifer smiled and walked smoothly to the fountain, him following about three steps behind her. She paused next to the fountain, giving him space around it, and cocked her head. "Ladies first," He said with a smile, and she suppressed a giggle as she smiled back. "Are you sure?" "Really, its fine." "Heh, we're going to keep going in circles with this forever, aren't we?" She asked, rhetorically. He nodded. "I suppose we could always both..." She smiled and bent over, more than she really needed to to reach the fountain faucet, and pressed the button on the faucet. After about a tenth of a second it began to spew out a good, strong, stream of water rather than the tiny "please lick the germ-covered faucet" streams of most drinking fountains. This was something she's always appreciated about this park. Her tongue darted out, carrying some of the water to her mouth, then took a long, embarassingly loud but gratifying slurp at it. He stooped down on the other side of the bowl, and took a slurp of his own. They traded off several times, both drinking their fill, before, on the seventh set of slurps, their lips met, pressing softly together as the water splashed their cheeks and dribbled down their chins. They kissed, softly, for a moment before they stood up and wiped their chins with their sleeves. She smiled, shivering slightly again. "Why don't we sit down and relax for a bit," He suggested, and she nodded. He smiled and lead her toward the oak tree, sitting down smoothly in the soft, shaded grass, about twenty feet from the path. She glanced at it; it ran straight to their left for about twenty yards before it began to curve back inward, and she could see most of fifty yards through the curve along the way they had come. Jennifer sat down beside him, her legs stretched out and ankles crossed, her right knee barely touching his left. She smiled, and this time did giggle nervously. He smiled back, and gently wrapped his arm around her shoulders, hugging her lightly against him. "Your hair is really lovely," He commented, lifting his right hand from his shoulders and stroked it softly. She smiled. "Really? The wind always fucks it up..." She paused, blushed. "Err, pardon my..." "It's fine," He replied, slightly amused. "But really, it's beautiful. Nice and natural, too." He cocked his head and raised an eyebrow. "Yeah, it is," She replied, blushing as she considered the connotation of being "a natural redhead." It wasn't applicable to her, however; like that of many people, her pubes were darker than the hair on her head. She hadn't shaved, she reflected, since she'd broken up with Tom, and she blushed slightly at this. He smiled, leaning closer, and she lifted her head, shifting a little in response. His right arm returned to her shoulders, hugging her close as their lips pressed gently together once more. She purred softly as she kissed him, her lips slowly parting, and his tongue slid smoothly past them, circling hers. Her body slowly grew warmer as she kissed him deeply, her hands, after a moment, finding his body. Her left arm wrapped around his back, and her right hand she gently placed on his left shoulder. They kissed deeply and passionately, and she could feel her heart rate increasing slowly, pacing impatiently as it waited to race. She turned her torso slightly, her smallish breasts pressing against his chest as he turned in synch to face her. Her eyes slowly closed as she sucked at his tongue eagerly, and she gasped softly and happily when she felt his left hand begin to caress her shoulders and chest, working steadily downward as her pulse increased further. Her hands began to roam his back and chest as they kissed, and she felt his right hand brushing up and down her spine. She quivered slightly as his left hand reached the periphery of her left breast and began to gently caress and knead it, working in a circle around it before gently cupping it. Her pulse began to crescendo as she pressed herself firmly into his touch, her hand sliding down his chest and across his stomach. His hand squeezed her breast gently, his thumb rolling over her nipple through her shirt, sweater, and bra; it felt surprisingly nice given the padding. Both of them were breathing hard and deep. His hand left her breast and moved smoothly to her left inner thigh, just above the knee, squeezing and caressing a bit. She purred, parting her legs a bit as he touched her, still kissing fiercely. Her slender body shivered again as her hand drifted past his belt to grasp the bulge in his jeans. He gasped and groaned happily into her mouth as she squeezed and began to knead it. His hand slide steadily up her thigh, and she spread her legs further as it passed the halfway point. She could feel the tingle between her legs becoming a flame as she kissed him, her tongue circling his. Slowly his hand slid up her leg, until at last she spread her legs further still, feeling him cupping her pussy through her jeans and, she suspected, rapidly soaking panties. She concentrated for a moment on her sensations, and they confirmed her expectations; she was definitely quite slick. She shivered happily and pressed herself firmly against his hand, kneading and caressing his cock through his jeans. After a moment his hand released her crotch, sliding up to her waist. She swallowed, breaking the kiss for a moment and smiling nervously as he undid the button of her jeans, then unzipped them. He smiled, pausing to brush her cheek with one hand before he slipped his left hand under her jeans, cupping her again through her panties. He grinned, and she blushed, as he felt the wet spot on her panties, and began to squeeze and knead her pussy through them, teasing her. She panted, whimpering pleadingly, and after a moment he slid his hand out of her jeans. She was about to protest when he slipped his fingers under the waistband of her panties, and she moaned softly, arching as she felt them slipping easily along her slickened lower lips. He caressed her pussy like this for a moment, up and down, pressing firmly on her clitoris each time he passed it. She was gasping and squirming by the time he raised his hand to her upper lips, and she opened, almost instinctively sucking her juices from his fingers. When she had cleaned his left hand, he hooked the fingers of both hands into the waist of her jeans, grasping both it and the elastic waistband of her panties, and began to tug. She felt them slipping down slightly, but her seated position was mostly preventing him from pulling them down further, at least without using far more force than should be necessary. She thought for a moment, swallowed, then placed her hands on the ground, lifting her butt slightly. He wasted no time in pulling her jeans and panties together out from under it, pulling them to her knees. She swallowed, blushing as she sat again, feeling the cool grass pressing on her butt, glancing at her lavender panties and blushing deeply at the conspicuous wet spot. Her eyes darted to his left hand and followed it as he slowly returned it to her pussy, cupping and caressing the dampened folds. She gasped, blushing a bit more as she watched his fingers softly caress her furry mound and her glistening lips, breathing harder as he touched her. She felt little bolts of pleasure sizzling through her body where his fingers brushed and rubbed her. Gasping, trying not to moan for fear of attracting attention, she tried to pull her thighs further apart. Her jeans prevented this, so she leaned forward and quickly pushed them down to her ankles, and she spread her legs further, giving him the room he needed to work on her. She glanced around them quickly, returned her attention to his hand, then gasped and stiffened as her brain registered something her eye had caught. A quick turn of her head towards the direction they'd walked here from confirmed her suspicion, and her eyes widened. Another couple was strolling along the path, about fifty yards away. She couldn't see much detail from this distance but they were both in blue jeans and light jackets; his was a grey [?], and hers was a blue knit pullover. His hair was light brown, hers was darker. Jennifer's heart shifted suddenly and nearly broke a gear, as both their presence and the movement of Richard's hand against her pussy--and her own reflexive responses--fully registered. She felt herself tensing from a combination of pleasure and alarm, turning her head back toward him. "There's...someone...coming!" She whispered tensely, between gasps and suppressed whimpers. She looked over her head again; the couple was clearly walking briskly, as, between the time she'd spent staring and her turning around, they'd narrowed the distance to forty yards. She gasped and shuddered as his fingers caressed her, whimpering anxiously, realizing her hand was still clenching the bulge in his jeans, squeezing almost mechanically. She gasped, startled as his other hand grasped hers, guiding it to the zipper of his jeans. Instinctively she opened it, mortified at what she was doing and how she was responding. She felt his hand guiding hers into the opening of his zipper, and she grasped his cock through his underwear, firmly, before fishing it out. "Get a hold of yourself, girl!" She mentally yelled, but her body wasn't listening. The growing alarm at the presence of the other couple was impeding her arousal somewhat, but she could feel herself inching closer with every gentle nudge of his fingers against her clitoris. His shaft pulsed in her hand, throbbing in time with his pulse, his arousal evident. He reached out and grabbed her shoulder, easing her onto her right side, facing the path. She swallowed, neither resisting nor helping, paralyzed between the stabbing alarm-going-on-panic in her chest and the raging fire between her legs. She risked another quick glance; the couple was barely twenty yards away. She studied them for a moment; they looked to be in their mid to late twenties. "No...they'll see..." She half-murmured, half-moaned, half-heartedly, grading into an excited gasp as his hand caressed her, first through her t-shirt and sweater and then on her bare skin as it drifted downward. She whimpered as his hand left her wetness momentarily, her face flushing again as he lifted her left leg. She felt him scoot behind her, and she gasped happily as he wrapped his left arm around her, his fingers parting her slippery folds once more. "Please..." She murmured, wondering if she really meant it, even as she stared, flushed and gasping, at the couple, now roughly ten yards from them. They both smiled and stared, making no pretense of looking away or ignoring her, and she whimpered softly, reddening further in response. "Shhh...relax..." He breathed in her ear, and she gasped as she felt him moving behind her, then the sudden fullness and warmth in her belly as his cock slipped easily into her. She moaned, clamping down on his shaft with her muscles, feeling her body tensing around him. She half-closed her eyes in response, whimpering, trying desperately not to cry out as his fingers strummed her clitoris and his cock filled her, her pussy grasping it aggresively. He began to gasp, pulling out halfway and pushing into her, and she whimpered louder. Her heart was racing, and she felt the orgasm building deep inside her, the strength of the ripples of pleasure spreading through her body promising a...Jenniferquake, she supposed, smiling momentarily. His cock was throbbing inside her, and she felt his right arm slipping under and around her chest. He squeezed her tightly and thrust himself deep inside her, grunting, his fingers quivering against her sensitive clitoris. Her hands, idle since the dilemma of the couple's appearance, found his right hand and gripped it tightly, her back arching against him as they both tensed. Another thrust, and he squeezed her tighter, rubbing harder as she clenched her teeth, on the edge. She stared through half-closed eyes at the couple as they came to the point on the path nearest her and her lover, whimpering as her panic amplified her arousal. They stopped, staring back, holding hands and smiling appreciatively and almost leeringly. Richard jammed himself deep into her pussy, burying his cockhead in her belly as he groaned, and she felt his shaft pulsing, followed within milliseconds by a delightful feeling of warmth spreading inside her. His hands clenched; his right hand grasped hers powerfully as his left index finger scraped and quivered across her clitoris. That was the last straw; she arched her body, throwing her head back and closing her eyes tight, her face visibly tensing as she screamed with the onset of her climax. She quaked against him, feeling him throbbing and spewing into her as she pulsed and clenched around him. She moaned, loudly, in a sort of stacatto between gulps of air as the orgasm blasted through her. After nearly twenty seconds she collapsed, body quivering, onto her side. Her pussy fluttered and squeezed, softly, but her contractions had subsided. Slowly she opened her eyes, slowly lifting her eyes to the couple, feeling her cheeks burning with embarassment. They both smiled knowingly at her, and after a moment they turned and began to continue down the path. Jennifer closed her eyes and shook her head, thoroughly embarassed and satisfied at the same time. A soft, warm feeling of juxtaposed contentment and excitement settled over her. She smiled weakly over her shoulder, still breathing hard, to Richard, who returned the smile before leaning to kiss her gently. With a soft moan, she reciprocated, sighing softly as she felt his softening cock slip out of her, followed by a trickle of his sperm. A shadow crossed her face as she reflected on that. She blinked and swallowed, looking down at her crotch as her stomach tightened with fear. He'd spurted an unusually large load into her, she guessed, and she wasn't on the pill. She turned her head once more to look at him, swallowing nervously as she tried to remember the date of her last period. It had been almost two and a half weeks...she sighed, partially relieved; at least this wasn't at the peak of her cycle. "You ok?" He asked her, slowly catching his breath. She nodded slowly. "Yeah...I...I should be all right." He hugged her close and kissed her gently again, then reached down, tucking his slippery cock into his pants. He zipped them, then cocked his head meaningfully towards her own half-nudity. She smiled, blushing slightly, and quickly pulled her jeans and panties up together, buttoning and zipping them. He shrugged slightly as they gazed at each other. "So, um...what are your plans now?" Jennifer thought for a moment. She was at an off time in her cycle, so there wasn't much risk...but still...she blinked, wincing slightly. "Well...I'd better stop by the pharmacy..." He stared at her for a moment, then nodded, looking at her apologetically. "Sorry...I...didn't even think about that..." "Don't be," She whispered, turning to face him. "I didn't either. I coulda...I dunno..." She shrugged. "What are your plans?" "Well, I'd better let you take care of that," He said, smiling grimly. "All right," She replied, smiling warmly in response. Her expression changed to one of almost girlish uncertainy for a moment. "Are...you gonna be here...tomorrow?" She asked, slowly and cautiously to avoid stammering. She shivered involuntarily at the prospect. "I don't usually come here on Thursdays," He replied, thinking about it for a moment. "But I don't see why not. And I really enjoy your company..." He brushed her cheek lovingly and smiled. She nuzzled his hand softly. He shifted his body and struggled to his feet, shivering slightly himself, before reaching down and offering her a hand. She took it and he helped her to her feet, then helped hold her steady as she wobbled slightly. Beyond the warm-fuzzy emotions, she felt lightheaded and drained after that orgasm, and it took her a moment to regain her balance. She smiled weakly. "I guess I'll see you here tomorrow, then?" He nodded. "Same time?" "Uh huh. Sunset. I'll be waiting...at the bench? If I get here first..." She shrugged. "Same, then," He said, gently grasping her chin, drawing her to him and kissing her tenderly for a moment, his arms wrapping around her body and holding her lovingly against him. When they finally broke they kiss they both smiled. "Well, I'd better get going," She said at last. She half-turned back toward the path on the right, preparing to head back to the bench to orient herself, smiling at him over her shoulder. "See you tomorrow," He replied, smiling back and turning toward the path on the left. Jennifer finished her turn and they both began walking. After a moment, he turned his head and called over his shoulder, "And this time I'll bring a raincoat." She paused and blinked, then smiled over her shoulder, blushing slightly, as she realized what he meant. She thought idly about chiding him for presumptuousness, but she knew in her heart and other portions of her anatomy that his assumption was entirely correct. She resumed walking, glancing over her shoulder at him one more time, then looking to the West; the sun had almost set, and the light was fading. She continued walking, a little faster, glancing to her left every once in a while to enjoy the sunset, wondering if Richard was even now doing the same. Three hours, two cans of store-brand "Spaghetti-O's"-wannabe pasta, one morning-after pill, and a warm, soothing shower later, Jennifer parker slipped into a nice comfortable pair of pajamas and stretched out under the covers on her bed. She smiled softly as she reflected on the day and its events. As she thought back to the lovemaking, her right hand slowly drifted into her pajama bottoms, and she purred softly, remembering the feel of his hand against her.