Naya was far from the “good girl” type. We actually started dating after she helped me paint my apartment, well, to be honest, she wanted to help, but in that heat, with that kind of tension, things turned out a bit differently. But hey, I already told that story in the previous chapter. She has this completely reckless, demanding heat that doesn’t quit until she gets what she wants, and honestly, my dick is from the exact same planet.
One day, we planned to hang out at the park to enjoy the spring weather and take in nature. I got there first, just looking at the colorful flowers. But she completely stole the show when she arrived wearing nothing but panties under a very light, short yellow dress. Out of all the flowers, she was definitely the most beautiful. The moment she spotted me, she walked my way with this innocent smile on her lips. Her dress was so short it was a total miracle her panties weren’t showing with every step she took. She didn’t even say hello, she went straight in for a kiss. She wanted to kiss until the end of time with that warm mouth of hers. When she hugged me, I could feel her nipples hard under the fabric because she wasn’t wearing a bra. Before I even realized it, one of my hands was already gripping her ass, and the word ‘gorgeous’ escaped my mouth right against her ear. She just melted, smiling at the compliment.
We sat down on a bench, and I started stroking her thighs and her stomach, slowly sliding my hand up casually. But whenever my hand got too close to her panties or her breasts, Naya would catch it, stopping me from going too far.
”Stop it, you bad boy,” she said, glancing playfully at my hard dick bulging through my clothes. I was wearing shorts and a tank top that showed off my gym gains, and my shorts were doing a terrible job of hiding the volume.
That was all fine, but the problem started when she came up with the crazy idea of doing it right then and there!! Well, to be fair, it was kind of both our ideas, you know? It’s that thing: the girl shows up for a date in a super short dress, wanting to kiss until the end of time. Fine, I was the one who actually said it out loud, but just because she didn’t say it doesn’t mean she wasn’t thinking it.
”You want to do it here? With all these junkies, muggers, and perverts hanging around?” she asked.
”Don’t overreact. There’s just a couple of guys vibing on their own. It’s a beautiful spring day and the park is mostly empty.”
It was a weekday; only the slackers, like us, were out.
”You see that wooden boardwalk cutting through the mangroves? There’s a stretch where the tree canopy closes in so much it feels like a tunnel. No one coming from behind will be able to see us there.”
”And there’s probably a homeless guy living in the brush, don’t you think? I’m not going in there!”
”We’re not going into the brush. We’ll just use the bend in the boardwalk and the shade of the trees as cover from anyone biking by or walking their dogs.”
”What about the people on the boats across the water?”
”Come on, no one’s going to notice what we’re doing from that distance.”
She played dumb while looking at me with that mix of desire and doubt. “And if someone shows up right in the middle of it?”
”If that happens, we’ll hear their footsteps on the wood before they get close, and we’ll have plenty of time to play it cool.”
She gave me this innocent look, but I knew her well enough to know there’s nothing innocent about her. She was already walking toward the spot while pretending to be unsure.
She got there and immediately leaned her ass against the wooden railing, facing the bay. She just couldn’t stop teasing me; she started moving her legs, which looked like they were dying to wrap around me. Before I could even step closer, she grabbed the collar of my shirt and pulled me in for another kiss. I kept kissing her, pressing my body against hers and against the wooden structure. My dick was trapped between us, already locked and loaded, making a clear bulge in my shorts that rubbed right against her lower belly. It’s that old rule: if it’s not inside, it’s just getting in the way. She let my hands roam, squeezing her ass like it was my favorite toy. Every time I gripped those curves, I could feel her giving in a little more to the idea of doing it right then and there.
The first time I asked, her answer was “no way,” “are you crazy?”, but her eyes were telling a completely different story. We kept making out until I asked one more time, and she didn’t say a word.
”Let’s go?” I whispered.
She just let out a ”Hmmm!!”
So, I turned her around, facing the water, and pulled her soaked panties down. She gave me this “I can’t believe you’re actually doing this” look, but she didn’t say a word. Instead, she arched her back just a little bit.
”Marc! Someone’s watching… Marc?”
”Hmmm?”
”Marc, there’s an old man… stop licking my ear!! Marc, look!!”
”Fuck it!!”
”But… OH, Marrrc!!”
She could’ve just turned around and pulled her panties back up, but she didn’t. So, I just slid inside her with two deep thrusts without even a warning, and she instantly forgot about the old man she’d seen somewhere. In that position, you can’t go all the way in, but she instinctively pushed back to feel more of that raw, wild lust. I was pounding fast, mostly because I didn’t know how much time we had. I held her waist firm with both hands. She was almost leaning her head against her hands on the wooden rail. It was becoming painfully obvious; there was no way anyone watching from a boat across the water wouldn’t notice the suspicious rhythm of our bodies.
She didn’t even know where she was anymore. She was moaning loud, like she was at home, or even worse. At home, she was always worried about the neighbors, but here, I don’t know what got into her.
”Stop moaning so loud, you’re gonna get us caught!”
She didn’t even try to stop.
”Be quiet!” I snapped, giving her a sharp slap on the ass to make her listen.
Honestly, that slap was the last thing I should’ve done if I wanted her to be quiet!! Since she wouldn’t stop, I covered her mouth with my hand, holding her tight. Good thing no one saw that, because imagine what they’d think! The anxiety was making it hard to finish; I was thrusting and trusting, but nothing. So, I closed my eyes and pretended I wasn’t there. I focused on the movement and the sensation until I finally managed to come.
When we finished, she whispered, ”Marc! How many people are watching us from the other side?”
She wouldn’t even look up; she was too embarrassed.
”Hahahaha! No one, babe! No one suspected a thing, I think. From this distance, someone would need eagle eyes to see us.”
She opened her eyes, saw I was telling the truth, and pulled her panties back up. She turned around, gave me a look of pure reproach, took a deep breath, and kissed me one last time.
