I stood on the bridge, looking over the water, fighting the growing erection from anticipating her arrival, as well as the fantasies which had taken over my imagination the moment we agreed to meet.
My senses were heightened. The cool, damp air felt like the perspiration from a lover’s breasts against my cheeks as she lay spent atop of me. My breath, fogging in the early morning, made me think of a woman’s hot breath across my ears – that intoxicating sound and feel of lust being exhaled into my core.
Great emails, lustful phone conversations, shared photos, sexting, and finally a first meeting. Though it was a distance to the park entrance, I knew I would recognize her. I felt I was already connected to her sexual nature; her primal lust would display itself in her walk, the sway of her hips.
I was not disappointed as she crossed the boulevard and entered the park. I couldn’t mistake the hair – wild, untamed, sexy, just like in her photos.
We had discussed the possibility of not having chemistry, but from our phone conversations, I knew that wouldn’t be an issue. The connection was unmistakable – intense, raw, voracious, almost predatory.
I had already undressed her countless times in the fully clothed photos she had sent, imagining the feel of her body, the luscious contour of her hip’s transition to her waist…such a magical spot for me on a woman’s body.
I saw her look around expectantly, and I texted her a simple message: On the bridge. She immediately looked up and over the water, and smiled. Walking quickly, but with a nervous gait, she made her way around the park. I soaked in the way her body moved, her breasts swaying and her hips rhythmically and sensuously shifting side to side.
She was self-conscious…she knew I was taking her in. I sensed we were both in a heightened state, alone in the park, blanketed by the fog very early on this Saturday morning. I stood on the bridge and saw her smile, and she demurely looked down and away as she crossed the grass approach to the bridge.
I was past being contained. I could feel myself already dripping, flushed, erect and hot. As she approached, she put out her arms for a hug. Her hello never finished escaping her mouth as I pulled her against me and devoured her mouth with mine.
There was no hesitation as she softly moaned, opened her mouth wider and found my tongue with hers, the sensuous French kiss sending a palpable jolt through both our bodies – the wetness a precursor of what lingered below the surface.
The hunger was loose.
She entwined her left fingers tightly in mine, and her right hand found its way to the small of my back, fingernails dragging slowly up my spine. My free hand was already under her thick brown hair, grabbing her hair firmly, feeling the warmth at the back of her neck, and pulling her mouth against mine.
No words were spoken as I leaned against the bridge rail and she pushed against me, between my legs, feeling my growing hardness against her abdomen. Her eyes lit up and she smiled with primal satisfaction.
I could already feel the heat between her thighs as we stood enjoying the friction – thin sheets of fabric were the only barrier holding our lust at bay. My hands slid up her cold arms, caressing her skin, taking her in.
We were way beyond worrying about chemistry. An instant lasciviousness was born at first touch, a fire that exploded out of control. Hands were exploring, searching for the gaps between buttons, seeking out skin on skin.
I brusquely turned her around and thrust against her from behind, my body pressed tightly against her hips but my lips tenderly dancing up her shoulder to her neck, finding her ears and taking a moment to nibble and taste. She arched her neck and moaned as she felt my tongue glide lightly over her skin as I traced a path beneath her hair. She turned her head back and found my mouth, while at the same time she reached behind and found my hardness in her insatiably demanding grasp.
“Mmm,” she moaned coarsely. This was the first sound uttered since she arrived. Not a complete word had been spoken.
“Is that what you want?” I whispered across her ear as I devoured her neck. Her eyes parted slightly and she smiled, nodded and squeezed my cock through my pants.
My hands began to trace her hips up from the thighs, pausing at her waist, slowly…slowly caressing her body, never revealing my intentions. Fingers glided across her abdomen, slightly downward, down, down, and suddenly up before the target was reached. Upward still, climbing towards her breasts… She pushed her breasts outwards in anticipation as my hands roamed closer. Momentarily cupping her small but firm breasts, my hands moving outward around her soft flesh and then inward, seeking her erect nipples.
I knew she was braless when she first walked up to the bridge, the telltale signs of her nipples protruded through her blouse in response to the cold air, making my mouth water in anticipation of knowing their taste, feeling their firmness in my mouth.
With this memory fresh in mind, my hands glided towards her nipples. Her body reacted, anticipating much more than only the brush of my fingers across the tips of her breasts, as I teasingly roamed past her nipple up towards her neck.
My hands never lingered in one place for long. I wanted to know her contours, I needed to feel the differences in her skin, her softness and firmness….I wanted to map out her body with my hands and intimately record the memory and the reaction.
She slid out from between me and the rail, took my hand and smiled. She led me to a thick grove of shrubs – a stone bench hidden within. This was, after all, “her park” where she agreed to meet.
She sat me down and straddled me. She rested her weight in my lap, her arms around my neck, and her legs wrapped around me. The art of kissing was alive and well in the thicket, our mouths wet and hungry, tongues intertwining and exploring deep in the other’s mouth. Moans were getting louder as she rhythmically gyrated her body on mine, grinding her wetness against me.
I was suddenly beside myself, and pulled down her blouse. I fed on one small, firm nipple as if I was emaciated, licking, sucking, nibbling, kneading… Her warmth in my mouth pulled my primal being closer to the surface. I felt her body arch back, her hair brushing against my face. Though the air was still cool, our body heat was noticeably rising and warming our surroundings. I needed more…much more.
I stood up with her still straddling me. My hands found the roundness of her bottom, and I pulled her in tighter, our lips never parting. I turned and laid her down on the bench, neither of us concerned about the fine layer of dew coating everything. We were both already wet.
I buried my mouth in her neck and drove my hand downward, pulling up her skirt, finding the flesh of her abdomen. My fingers slid down, expecting to slide her panties off. To my pleasant surprise, I found only naked flesh down to her mound.
We both sighed as my fingers slid down her mound, finding her wetness and heat, gently parting her lower lips and slowly pushing my fingers in and upward. She spasmed, sighed, tightened up, and clamped down on my hand. She gazed intently into my eyes. I pulled my hand out and returned her gaze as I slowly licked her juice off my fingers. Oh…I needed more.
I sat between her legs, covered my head with her skirt, lifted her legs over my shoulders, and started tracing my tongue slowly from her knee up her inner thigh…kissing, licking, and slowly moving upwards. My nails raked her skin from her hips down her outer thighs. I sensed our breathing was deep and lustful and in synch. My hair was brushing her mound as my mouth moved closer.
If anyone had been in the park, they would have heard the deep, primal moan that rose from her breast and escaped her lips. Her body arched rigidly upward into my mouth, my hands parting her thighs, massaging her outer mound, and my lips pulling on her vaginal lips teasingly, suckling them, not yet moving inward. I wanted to savor her and lick her dripping wetness from her skin before tasting it at the source.
She was not in a savoring mood as she drove my head into her pussy through her skirt. “Take my clit, own me, fuck me with your fingers!” she growled.
Two fingers slid into her pussy, cupping upward and pushing against her inside mound. I massaged the rising swelling of her g-spot with my right hand. My left hand pinched the fleshy hood around her clit, making it protrude invitingly. I began to suck on her clit as if I were giving her a blow job. The sensation raced up her body, escaping from her mouth with a loud “Fuck!”
I pumped my right hand inside of her firmly but furiously, keeping rhythm with her thrusts against me. My senses were exploding; I could feel her shudder. I was delirious with the scent and tastes flowing from her pussy, and I was spinning with the sound of her moans, grunts, and the wet sopping noise as my hand entered and exited her pussy.
Surprisingly strong for a small woman, she pulled herself upright, pulled my head out from under her skirt, and began licking her own juices from my lips and tongue. Her hands furiously began to unbuckle me. “I need your cock…I need you to fuck me now! Make me cum…make me cum!” Her words were uttered in short breathless bursts.
She lay back on the stone bench, her legs opened wide, straddling the bench with her feet dangling. Her dress was pushed up, exposing her pussy to the cold air; her blouse and bra pulled down around her waist. Her wicked gaze let me know that she knew exactly the picture she was portraying. Things were rapidly getting out of control as she pulled my cock out and guided it towards her mouth.
I was standing and straddling the bench over her face. She pulled down on my cock and pushed my torso down and forward towards her pussy. She lifted her legs and locked them around my head, pulling me into her mound. A standing 69 over a bench – I wasn’t going to last long.
This insatiable woman was giving me the blow job of my life – deep throating me, gagging, spitting on my head, pumping me furiously into her mouth, pulling and sucking on my sack.
“Yeah…you like that? You like the way I stroke your cock?” She was a vocal one!
I was responding in kind as I pulled her lips apart, slid three fingers into her and pushed upwards against her inner walls while at the same time I pushed downward from her outer pubic wall. I was sucking up her juices loudly, flicking my tongue over her clit, stopping to apply hard, direct pressure on her clit with my tongue every so often.
I could hear traffic on the outer street begin to escalate as the morning drew on, but there was no way I could stop now. Still, I muttered between slurps, “People are waking.”
“Then fuck me now,” was all she could mutter between sucks.
I pulled her up and I sat down on the bench. She stood over me on the bench, lustful, primal, and so fucking sexy! Her face was almost lost in her hair, one green eye visible through moist brown strands, glaring with lust, her soft but firm breasts heaving, and her legs quivering.
She lowered herself down, my erect cock disappearing under her skirt and into her pussy. The sensation from the cold air into her hot flesh was almost unbearable. She began to ride me, squatting up and down on the bench, pile driving down onto my cock, hands on my shoulder to steady herself, and her hair wildly flying every which way. It was too much now.
I grabbed her ass under her skirt, pulled her against me and I stood up, dropping her weight down on to my cock, driving it deep up into her pussy. We began to fuck standing up, her legs wrapped around me, me still straddling over the bench. Her loud moans brought out my own, and we were grunting like animals in the thicket.
“Fuck!” I could hear people in the park beginning their morning walk. I knew by her slight hesitation she had picked up on the same. We began to fuck harder and faster, a mix of groans and laughter at the sound of people entering the park. Her head buried itself in my shoulder as she bit down on me through my shirt.
“Uggghhh!” a long groan escaped her as her body went rigid, her teeth biting harder into my flesh, leaving marks, her nails tore into my back, and her pelvis pushed against me for dear life. She convulsed more violently that any woman I had known as her pussy clamped down on me in waves. “I’m cumming…I’m cumming…oh fuck don’t stop…I’m cumming again…it’s so…ohhhh.”
God! I find a vocal woman such a turn on, and I felt myself beginning to cum, my own groans escaping but drowned out by her increasingly louder moans. In the back of my head, I was resigning myself that we might be getting busted for indecent exposure, as I could now clearly hear the voices in the park.
One more powerful thrust up into her core and she expelled all her air, all her energy, and went limp, straddled on my body.
“Oh fuck…don’t stop…I’m cumming!” I demanded.
“Let me down…cum in my mouth!” she commanded.
I dropped her down and she went to her knees on the bench, taking my soaking, thick cock in her mouth. She looked up – her eyes never leaving mine. “Give it to me…give it all to me!” She pumped me furiously, and I exploded into her mouth, on her lips and down her chin. She stared at me as she sucked it all in, wiped her lips and chin, drinking my cum hungrily, almost obsessively. “Fuck, I love cum!” she muttered between swallows.
We came back to our senses as she quickly licked me clean and furiously began pulling up her bra and blouse. Someone was coming down the path towards us. Oh fuck…this was too exciting, too fucking unreal!
We laughed out loud together as we feverishly tried to dress and compose ourselves. Our faces were covered with perspiration, the scent of sex strong in the air, our hair matted and wet.
I was hastily pulling my pants back on when we sensed two people rounding the path. Not having time to finish, I sat down and embraced her to hide our undressed state. She laughed as two women walked right past our bench.
The women stared at us as they meandered past the bushes, my lover still fixing herself, her hair wild and matted from sweat and dew. My shirt covered my still unbuttoned jeans, and I took a cursory glance at the ladies as they disappeared.
My lover laughed as loudly as she had been moaning, realized there was cum on her hand and slid her fingers demurely into her mouth with a loud slurping sound.
Just then, one of the women leaned back into view from behind the bush, smiled and gave a big thumbs-up!
