That First Night: Why Stop Now?
It's later that day, well into evening. We are walking along a tree-lined street, our left hands joined, my right across your back and around your waist. We are approaching a darkened park, when you take your hand from mine. I turn my face to you, with a quizzical expression. You respond with that smile of yours, and next I feel your hand on my thigh, fingertips tracing up and down, right and left, finally applying the slightest pressure to me through my pants. A squeeze, then another. Fingers tracing up and down on either side, teasing me to firmness.
"If you keep calling him, you will have to take hm out to play". "That's exactly what I had in mind", you reply, with a chuckle in your voice.
I look into the unlit park, there doesn't seem to be anyone around. I steer us in that direction, as you continue to work on me. There is a large mature tree about 50 metres from the street. We head there, moving steadily but not too quickly - we don't want to draw any attention to our presence. Moving around to the far side of the tree, I can see that we are totally secluded - no-one can see us from the street or other parts of the park. I turn you to face me and we lock in a deep kiss. My hands wander everywhere, our tongues battle each other as our passion increases. Stifling our moans of pleasure, it's only a minute or two before I place my hands on your lovely bottom. Your hands are unbuckling my belt, drawing down my zipper and reaching inside to place flesh upon flesh. I can't help but groan my approval into your mouth.
I raise the hem of your skirt to discover: no panties! "You came ready for me, didn't you, baby?" "I am ALWAYS ready for you..." is your response. With that, I turn you around with your back to me, facing the tree. You place your hands on the trunk, bent at the waist, your skirt hiked up to allow easy access. With no lube, I go old school, drawing saliva from my mouth, smearing it first on myself, then around your pussy. You push back against my fingers, anticipating what is to come. You reach back with one hand, taking hold of me and placing me at your entrance; I respond by pushing forward slightly, just enough so you can feel me there.
"Please..." is all you can say. I press forward with more force and feel myself entering you. "Uhhhhh" is all either of us has to say at this point. Now bracing yourself against the tree with both hands, you push back to me as I push forward to you. Two strokes later, I am fully inside you. I grasp your hips and begin to fuck into you. Slow, fast, long, sort. Our bodies slap into each other, in time to the grunts each of us is emitting.
The place, the situation, my mood, your absolute hotness, bring me to the edge quickly. "'I'm going to cum soon." "Wait, not like this", you say, and pull away from me. You drop to your knees in front of me, taking my cock in your hand. "I want you to cum in my mouth. I need to taste you." With that, your lips close around me and you begin sucking, licking and stroking. I am absolutely over the top with pleasure. "How am I so fortunate to have met you?" runs through my mind. My mouth, on the other hands, can only moan and groan. Until I hit the peak. "I'm cumming, baby!" You don't hesitate, you continue to suck and work me, draining every bit of my essence. As I soften, you lick and kiss me until I am squeaky clean. My cock in your mouth, hands on my hips, you look up into my eyes. I am captured, enamoured, grateful. I draw you up into a tight embrace. We kiss deeply for a minute. I taste myself upon your tongue, your lips. I draw back ever so slightly, my hands on either side of your face.
"Baby..."
"Yes. I know..."
