The Park

The Park by Allison Edwards Ò1998

            It was an evening after work.  I needed to see you even if it was for five minutes knowing good and well that that wasn’t enough time for us to even share a kiss.  We meet up and go off to our secret spot, a place carefully chosen and chanced upon.  It has become our regular meeting place and the location of all of our rendezvous’.  We find a seat and begin to reacquaint ourselves with a hug and a kiss, which turns you and I on even more.  We begin with a kiss and it turns into much more.  You begin to tug on my thongs knowing that you want whatever is beneath them. 

              It is not the first time we’ve been here but it is the first time that we have so much time together.  You are amazed at how aroused I have become.  My breathing has increased… and your lovetool as grown to express the delight in feeling my warm body against yours.  You begin to kiss me softly and it progresses as you paw me not knowing what to do with me.  The light of the moon reflects on your face as I kiss your eyes knowing that we are about to engage in something very forbidden.  You push me up against a tree and lift my skirt, which hides my innermost gem.  I get a rush off of feeling you against me.  You proceed to kiss me passionately like never before and pick me up to the park bench. 

                 The crisp fall leaves crackle under your footsteps.  You lay down your coat and ask me to lie down.  Feeling skeptical I question your motives and you answer my question with a kiss to my gem.  I shiver at the feel of your tongue especially in such a public place.  You assure me that there is no one around.  You continue to take that trek meanwhile I begin to get very aroused.  You gently pick me up and place me in front of you.  I slowly pull your zipper down revealing a hint of Tommy Hilfiger briefs.  They’ve obviously grown with sexual arousal.  You pull out your rod and protect it as we are about to engage in some serious and dangerous business. 

                 Without missing a beat, you pull me to sit down on top of you and I feel your heat.  You feel my warmth and moan at how wet I am.  We move in motion simultaneously and the harder you thrust, the wetter I get.  We remember to keep quiet being that we are outside.  You and I are getting close to climax and we hold on tight to each other for fear of losing control… that has already happened, it seems.  We reach orgasm within minutes of each other and laugh knowing that someone could have been watching.  We walk away well spent and weary yet satisfied anticipating our next venture into forbidden territory.