Upset about my day, I go to a local park to get done air.
With wife and kids getting on me about every little thing I grabbed my keys and stormed our of the house. The last thing I needed was a guilt trip about what hadn't been done during the week, or who was hitting who and why. The work week had been hectic and I needed five minutes of peace and quiet. And it was evident I wasn't going to get it at home, even after slamming down a bottle of Dragon’s Milk to calm the nerves.
Jumping into my SUV I blast the mixed CD of Imagine Dragons I'd made and start off to destinations unknown. I didn't intend to drive. Usually I'll just walk around the block a couple times until cooler heads prevail. But today required me to get further away. I needed space. I needed fresh air. I needed a place to walk where I didn't have to worry about getting hit by a car.
There was only one place that came to mind and my vehicle found its way there without further thought. The brew I had drained in three gulps was making my head a little woozy, no food and a 11% ABV can do that. With my heart rate elevated the stout was quickly rushing through my body. So getting to a destination quickly, and without incident, was a priority.
I pulled into Livingston Park, the radio still blasting and found a shaded spot along the tree line. I could hear the kids playing at the playground across the parking lot. And there was a plethora of people walking the trail that circumferences the prominent pond. I was watching without watching, letting the alcohol do its thing while enjoying the crisp Spring breeze that New England enjoys every year.
That was until a car pulled up beside me. I tried not to notice as the driver got out of the car. But I couldn’t help myself. I was pissed off at the wife and some eye candy was a welcomed addition to the shitty day. I kept my head forward, but my sunglasses shielded my gaze as I secretly checked her out.
She was of average height, 5’7 give or take, with long light brunette hair that was tied back into a pony tail. Then I saw her eyes. I’m a sucker for eyes. They were a rich brown, that could suck the life out of any one who drew her gaze. The were vibrant and spoke of a confidence that I found very attractive. I had to shift in my seat as my manhood twitched in response to her sudden, yet welcomed, arrival.
Sporting a runner’s sports bra and shorts, she knelt in front of my bumper to lace up her shoes. Loosing sight of her sucked, I didn’t want her to feel like I was creeping on her. And to my defense, I wasn’t. I was admiring her beauty. As she rose she looked up at me with those vivacious eyes and then turned to head off to the trail. My eyes tracked her movement through the parking lot and then she was off trotting to the right in the direction of the “end" of the trail. My guess was that she wanted the hilled portion of the path first to get her heart rate going before hitting the smoother leveled portions of the trail.
Whether inspired by hormones, or by the need to stretch my legs (and give my wood some space to breath), I exited my silver transport and headed off in the opposite direction. Yes, I wanted to see her again, and not just from behind. Could you blame me? She was a sculpture of perfection. Well toned from head to toe, and enough of a bosom that she could tease and it not appear overdone.
With her head start a saw her approach around the quarter mile marker (it's exactly a mile around the pond). I wanted to stop and admire her, but resisted the obvious. But as she passed she gave me a parting glance and headed off. Maybe my head was playing games with me, or again, maybe it was just my hormones, but I felt the look conveyed more. (Wishful thinking.) Or maybe it was just the way I dressed. After all, I was likely the only one for miles that daily wore a cowboy hat, boots and a buckle as part of their wardrobe. So, it could have been a look of curiosity.
I walked on with the image of her literally running through my mind. My sex was thickening and getting longer the more and more I thought about her. How I wanted to pin her up against a tree and kiss her madly. Run my hands over her smooth skin and feel every curve and writhing muscle as our tongues danced. I may not have known who she was, but it didn't matter. A random encounter was just what I needed.
We passed once again, somewhere around the half mile marker. The path had two courses here, a higher hill and a wooden bridge that stayed with the pond’s shore. I elected to stop just short of this divide where a small brook fed the pond. I'd always felt this was the most serene spot in the entire park. She merely waved as she passed by and I foolishly gave her a nod and a tip of my hat. Immediately I hated myself for being such a goof, and headed off the trail to go sit by the brook.
As it had in the past the babbling brook welcomed me back. I found a fallen tree and sat on the moss covered trunk. I was just about to play some music on my phone when a voice beckoned me to look up.
The sun cloaked the person in darkness as it shone from up above, but there was no mistaking who it was. It was her. She must have doubled back. I was shocked. Words failed me and I just looked at her. When she spoke again I could hear the smile in her voice. Her voice was sweet and tender, there was a genuine note if concern in her voice when she asked if I was ok.
I croaked back some response that seemed to make sense. It must not have been very convincing as she stepped off the path and moved towards my position. Standing, as any chivalrous man would, do I offered my hand to her to assist her decent. She took it and then joined me on the fallen log.
It took my brain a couple minutes to realize that I was still holding her hand. We’d been talking nonchalantly the moment she came off the path, so the impulse to let go of her hand was just never there. I paused for a minute and looked down at her hand within mine. She did as well, and we smiled at each other. It was natural.
Then suddenly she leaned in and kissed me. My eyes snapped open at first, but then closed as the kiss deepened. I kissed back and couldn’t hold back after that. Pulling her to me we were now pressed together. Our lips parted and our tongues lashed out, tasting the other . Her essence was in me, and mine within her. The world disappeared and it was only us.
I felt her hand touched h my chest as she pulled back. I gave a silent protest with one last kiss. Our eyes locked and her hand was rubbing my thigh. It was inching ever closer to my cock that was beginning to lengthen and pulse in rhythm with my beating heart. This was the most intense moment I’d had in a couple years. My being wanted her, right then and there. And by the way she was caressing my leg she was wanting more too.
She said something about going private, which didn’t make much sense. But she got up, our hands still interlocked and led us back up to the path. It was a it awkward at first and my cock was still hard, and my head swam from this sudden, yet needed, turn of events. We started up the steep hill, where the path split temporarily, I followed her lead. She obviously knew where a more private place was.
At the crest of the hill the woods were thicker here, but a long unused path that pointed us in a direction I’d never been. Her body moved with a feline grace through the overgrowth, u perturbed by the mass of branches and brush that stood in our path. Wherever we were going, she was determined to get there no matter what.
Just ahead I could see the edge of the park as it over looked a decrepit old gas station (its pumps long since removed). It wasn’t a romantic view by any means, but the trees parted enough her to still pro ide us with privacy. She turned to me and pulled me in our lips clashed and our hands roamed.
I tossed my hat to the ground, and wrapped my arms around d her, pulling her in tight once more. My hands graced her back and over her tight ass. I gave each cheek a squeeze and then ripped my hands up and under, brushing my fingers past both holes. She smiled during the kiss, as her own hands worked themselves down to my crotch and began to tease my cock.
With a few quick flicks of her wrist she had my belt undone and my zipper down. Her hands eager to wrap around my hardening prick. She purred as she quickly realized I was going commando, her eyes sparkled deviously. Pulling back she dropped into a squat and stroked my hard cock. She soft hands were warm and soft. I could tell she was well experienced in teasing my cock, hell any cock for that matter.
Her tongue flicked over the head, teasing it, yet coating my sex, making her strokes even more pleasurable. That was until she opened her mouth and swallowed half my throbbing member in one instant. God did that feel good. My wife would never have been able to do what this woman was doing to me now. Her head was moving up and down the length of my shaft while her hand slid back and forth in unison. Her wrist twist at the right moment to send wave upon wave of euphoria coursing through my body. I didn’t k ow which I wanted more. To let her blow me. Or to find out if her pussy was as good as her mouth.
I know I moaned and encouraged her to keep going, but I also yearned for more. Even as I held her head with one hand and fucked her face, words were coming out of my mouth that I’d only ever dreamed about, or write about. This woman was doing things to my cock that I’d only never seen in porn. And I loved every minute of it.
But enough was enough, I wanted to taste her, and fuck her too. And if I allowed her to keep sucking my raging hard-on, I might cum, and end this adventure before I was truly finished. So, I yanked her head back. As I looked down upon her I noticed that her hand was buried between her thighs, the cloth of her shorts were pushed aside and her fingers were running flat her swollen clit.
I pulled her up to standing and yanked her hand away from her twat and replaced it with mine. She was dripping wet. So, I coated my fingers with her juices and continued the tease of her cunt and clit. My fingers slipped effortlessly into her pussy, her walls clasping down around my fingers, nearly sucking them in deeper. She pulled her sports bra off allowing me access to her breasts, which I devoured instantly. Her cherry nipples stood out and were quickly sued into my mouth, my tongue lashing against the sensitive surface.
She moaned, arching her back, pressing her chest against my face. She held my head against her breast as my lips and tongue consumed her perfectly shaped melons. I hadn’t relented on finger fucking her pussy either. They were still thrusting up and in, curling at the last minute to rub against that hidden rough spot. She screaming, crying out to me, and laughing. She was enjoying this just as much as me. She demand that I fuck her as my fingers assaulted her cunt.
There was a pause as I got behind her and bent her over. I teased her hole only for a second before dipping inside her. We both groaned. It was like heaven for me. I wanted nothing more than to fuck this pussy all day, if I could. Fuck, I’d dying trying if she’d let me. And it didn’t seem to concern her I was going in without a sleeve. Which was just fine with me, I hated condoms, they never felt right.
Hold her hips I started pumping in and out, she reach out and used her hands to support herself against a nearby tree. We grinded together finding a rhythm within seconds, my cock filling her wet walls, which squeezed against each and every thrust. I fucked her with reckless abandon. I wanted to fuck her cunt. Then her ass. And back again. I wanted to fill her with my seed, fucking the ramifications.
She was encouraging me. Faster. Harder. To keep going. Oh god did it feel good. I grabbed at the length of her ponytail and pulled back hard. She cried out, and screamed out. I was certain someone would hear us, if not her alone. But it wouldn’t have matter, I was going to fuck her, even if it drew a crowd. I was lost in the ecstasy of the moment.
All I could see was my cock rushing in and out of her wet snatch, my balls colliding with her smooth pussy lips. My focus was on driving in hard, and deep, and to hold out for as long as possible. I pounded her hard for a minute, our skin clapping with each thrust. Then I'd slow down, being purposeful with each stroke. I could feel my balls shrinking as my climax drew closer, so I had to use every trick I knew to make it last.
This tactic frustrated her, and she took over. With a wet pop she pulled away from my cock. Age turned on me quick as lightning, and pounded on me, taking me to the ground. She kicked her shorts to the side and straddled me. I held my cock aloft as she eased herself down upon my shaft.
Her lips consumed my throbbing member as she began to grind against my hips. I held onto jet hands at first, but soon they were caressing her torso, and massaging her breasts. She was riding my hard. Each grind if her hips conveyed a desire to reach that pinnacle moment. My fingers pinched, and pulled and teased her nipples. She enjoyed that, and let loose snowy moan colored by a playful laugh.
But I wasn't one who wanted to be dominated, I wanted to be in control. For a couple minutes I played along, raising my hips into hers as she grinded down. It was passionless, it was pure want and desire. That didn't stop it from being some if the best sex I'd had in years.
My orgasm was starting to peak, so I rolled her onto hey back, raised her legs upon my shoulders, leaned into her and pounded her quick and hard, like a jackhammer. Get hands racked across my back as our bodies repeatedly slammed together. I was grunting hard as my climax was seconds away from breaching, I couldn't hold back the flood gates any longer. I swore a curse as several ropes of cum burst forth from my cock.
Her walls clung to my throbbing member as I continued to thrust deep inside her, her own orgasm striking just moments later. She dug her nails into my shirt, as her legs squeezed in connection with her climatic. Profanity filled the air.
It felt good to cum. Not just inside her, but the peak of ecstasy released a lot of the frustration that had built up earlier that day.
After calming down we both stood and got dressed. When I asked for her name, and her number, she shook her head. But suggested it could happen again if we ever crossed paths again.