3 comments/ 8396 views/ 1 favorites Lunch In The Park By: lennythelion Something sharp was sticking the skin of her side, just under her ribs. Her calf was stinging from the scratch she'd sustained as he'd dragged her through the undergrowth. She wanted to whimper but she didn't dare. His hand was clamped tightly over her mouth. His breath was hoarse in her ear. Her eyes wide, she listened intently as the voices approached their location, hoping, hoping... They passed by and she shut her eyes tightly, exhaling almost in a sob. Thank God! She'd been certain they would be discovered. She wondered again what the hell she was doing here, but the question seemed to lose its importance as his lips replaced his hand over her mouth, and his hips resumed their bucking and grinding. She moaned. He seemed to be touching her in all the right places; in ways she hadn't really been aware she could be touched. A dog barked fairly close by and she involuntarily contracted her muscles, as if to pull away from him. "Shhh," he whispered, his tongue teasing her earlobe and his hot breath making her push her mound against his lower belly. "No one can see us here." She knew that wasn't entirely true. Yes, it was a weeping willow, but it wasn't one of those with a thick cascading curtain. She had been able to see the trunk herself as they'd approached it, so she felt certain that anyone who ventured to the shoreline would spy them beneath it. Still, she found that rather exciting. It was like being a teenager again: the uncontrollable urgency of immediate desire, the furious fumbling in the undergrowth, the delicious danger of being caught. Those thoughts seemed to focus the mounting pressure deep within her body, sending it rushing upwards like water in a geyser. She bit down on her lip to keep from crying out. As the waves continued to roll over her, lessening as they went, she experienced a kind of out-of-body moment, seeing the pair of them under that tree, on the shore of the river, in the park where they lunched every Friday during the summer months (bar rain). As colleagues and friends. Not lovers. Hell, she'd never even kissed him chastely under the mistletoe at Christmas. Today, like any other Friday, they'd strolled the few minutes to the park on the river shore, spreading a picnic blanket, and sitting down to share their lunch and some conversation. They'd worked together for some three years now, and had got on like the proverbial house on fire from the first day she'd started her job. Of course she'd noticed he was good-looking – how could she have missed it? But it had always been a sort of aesthetic appreciation, like you'd find a work of art beautiful, not an adrenalin-inducing, panty-wetting realisation. Something had happened today, though. They'd finished their lunch, had been chatting idly about current affairs, and something had been sparked in him. She had watched, fascinated, as the passion mounted within him, as he drew on what was obviously an extensive knowledge of the subject matter, stating his point of view, backed up with objective examples, radiating an ardour she'd never suspected in him. As she watched, she had found herself starting to tingle, as if his excitement was contagious. And all of a sudden, she had felt an overwhelming urge to kiss him. No, not kiss him; pin him to the ground and shove her tongue down his throat. She had controlled herself. Instead, she'd raised two fingers to his lips to stop him from talking. He'd looked surprised at her action but hadn't had time to react further before she'd planted a sensual kiss on his mouth. She'd looked him in the eyes then and it had been her turn to be startled, by the intensity of his gaze. Suddenly their arms had found their way around each other, their lips crushing against each other, their tongues daring to explore each other. And just as suddenly she had broken away, the full realisation of what they were doing finally dawning on her. They were both married, for God's sake! They worked together! She had felt her heart beating quickly inside her chest as if counting the seconds till the window of opportunity closed. Their faces were inches apart. She could see only his eyes, dark from the widened pupils. She could hear his breathing, faster than usual. Within her crotch, a pulsating beat counter-time to her heart. She had opened her mouth to say that this was a mistake and had found herself murmuring, "I want you." Her eyes had widened and her hand had simultaneously clapped over her mouth. He had taken her wrist gently in his hand, folding her fingers into her palm, and had kissed her fist tenderly. "Let's pack up," he had whispered, beginning to stand. As he had risen, her hand still in his, she had been pulled up, still dazed at her audacity – or perhaps it was stupidity? He had folded the picnic blanket quickly and grabbed their lunchboxes. She had picked up her bag and slid her feet into her flipflops. He had led her down to the river's shore, through the long grass and thistles, to a rock where people sometimes fish. The few minutes that had passed had left them both unsure again of why they were here. She had sat on the rock, scooting to the middle to make room for him to sit next to her. She had watched him look at her again, then look around, perhaps assessing how safe they were, and then make his decision. Perching a buttock on the side of the rock, he had leaned in and pressed his lips to hers – the kind of kiss that leaves you to squeeze your lips together or run your tongue over them, trying to taste more. The kind that leaves you yearning so strongly that, before you know it, your arms reach out for an encore. They had spent several minutes with their mouths locked together, their tongues discovering every contour of each other, their heads moving from side to side, unconsciously relieving stress in their neck muscles. When they'd finally come up for air, they'd giggled. Neither of them had done anything like this for over 25 years. But they were bolder now. He'd lain back on the rock and pulled her half on top of him, his hand stealing beneath the flap of her wrap-around skirt. She'd remarked to herself that she couldn't have planned it better if she'd tried. Breathing hard into his neck, she had shivered as his fingers had tickled her wet, sticky folds. She'd trembled as her fingers had traced the shape of his cock through his pants, the solidity of his erection exciting her every bit as much as his deft manipulation of her sensitive areas. Just as the tip of his middle finger had slipped inside her opening, a chorus of quacks had rung out from not five feet away, making them both jump and then giggle nervously. They'd craned their necks to look at the water where a dozen ducks were looking at them expectantly. "Perhaps this isn't such a good idea," she'd suggested, a little anxious. "Don't bail on me now," he'd pleaded. "Look," he'd said, kissing her gently, "let's find somewhere," his lips had brushed hers teasingly, "a little more secluded," his tongue had traced her upper lip, "because...," he'd sucked that same lip between his, "I so...," and nipped it lightly, "want to...," the tip of his tongue had touched hers, "fuck you." His tongue had delved into her mouth, the movement and his words making her take short, sharp breaths. So here they were, beneath the weeping willow, her body temperature rising, her breathing a sigh with every thrust of his cock against the roof her vagina. Every shock was ecstatic; she didn't know exactly what he was doing but he was moving his hips like he was dancing, setting off sparks in different bundles of nerves deep inside her. The bark of a dog brought her consciousness back from the depths of her body to the front of her mind again, her body retracting towards the trunk of the tree. "Shhh," he whispered reassuringly, teasing her earlobe with his tongue and breathing into her ear, encouraging her to relax her body and melt into him. "No one can see us here." A smile played across her lips. She hoped he was right but she wasn't entirely convinced. The ducks, the people walking on the path just behind them, the dog – they all seemed like close calls to her. But it excited her, made her heart beat faster and the blood circulate quicker, set her nerves to tingling. Oh yes! Tingling nerves – she could feel the chain reaction starting, each event bigger than the last, oh yes, oh yes, oh yes. The final explosion consumed her, making her want to cry out, but she didn't dare. He was clutching her tightly as he pushed himself deeper into her, his breath rasping. A minute or so later, as they emerged from under the willow's canopy, a jet ski passed them slowly at only a few feet from the shore, and two teenage girls came strolling along the water's edge. She looked at him conspiratorially and they burst into childish giggles. Lunch in the Park It's a beautiful day, and I decide to take my lunch over to the municipal park a block away from my office. I let the receptionist know where I'm going in case there's some sort of emergency, and step out into the sunlight. I'm a software engineer (yes, some of us are girls) so I'm in my usual summer work uniform of sneakers, shorts and a t-shirt with something clever splashed across the front. Lunch is a sandwich and an apple, I grabbed a bottle of water from the company fridge on my way out, and I've got a novel to read while I eat. For once I'm taking my lunch break around the same time as everyone else does, and with the weather so nice, the sidewalks are pretty busy. The chain sandwich place at on the ground floor of my building is jam packed and it looks like the sidewalk cafes are doing pretty good too. I navigate the crowds until the sidewalk splits into the park entrance. The park is pretty busy too, and all the picnic tables seem taken, so I find a good shade tree where I can see the ducks, brush off a spot, and settle on the ground. Digging through my backpack I pull out my food and my book and proceed to eat lunch, the yells of the kids from the nearby playground a welcome background noise. Soon enough I'm done eating and I put my stuff away, watching a couple of scout ants investigating my apple core. Before they can call in the artillery, I grab it and my backpack and go hunting for a trash can. I've still got half an hour of lunch break left, so after I throw away my trash I snag an empty seat on one of the benches that line the jogging path through the park. My benchmate is some sort of business lady, tapping away on her phone, half of a takeout salad sitting on the bench next to her. I lean back and enjoy the feeling of the sunshine while I watch the various park visitors go about their business. Some of the dude joggers are looking pretty good, though I try not to gawk. It's kind of weird, though, the ratio is way off. There have to be five ladies running for every guy. Looking around the park, the same thing seems to hold true for everyone else. In fact, while I watch, I see more than one guy who's eating lunch with a woman get up and walk towards the park entrance. Looking in that direction there's a veritable stream of men leaving, and no one coming in to the park is male. This is beyond weird, but when I start to get up to go ask one of the guys what's happening, a strange sort of lassitude suddenly settles on me, and I stay where I am. "You noticed." I turn, and the business lady sharing my bench is looking at me with a puzzled expression. "I didn't think anyone could notice. Is it because you're sitting so close to me? Say something." I try, but I can't bring myself to speak, I just look at here while the joggers continue to thump past us. "Huh. Well, you still go under, so I guess it doesn't matter." Turning her attention away from me, she scans the park before looking towards the entrance as the last few men exit. She closes her eyes, and her brow furrows in an attitude of intense concentration. Almost at once, the joggers all come to a halt at the same time. In fact, no one in the park seems to be moving, until they turn towards the bench we're sitting on and make their way over, until a loose crowd of women surrounds us for a couple of dozen feet in every direction. "Pair up." says the business lady in a loud, carrying voice. An asian jogger that stopped near us moves over to me and I nod up at her from my seat. All around us, women are pairing to stand close to one another. "Spread out a little." The crowd around us thins a little bit as the couples move to put some distance between themselves and the adjacent pairs. My jogger just stays next to me and puts her hand on my shoulder, and I just stay seated on the bench, still unable to bring myself to get up. The business lady is looking at us all a little wide eyed, and is panting slightly. "Go!" Suddenly I'm motivated to leave the bench, at least so far as to slide out of it and onto my knees. My jogger moves in front of my and peels the spandex of her shorts down over her golden hips, just far enough to reveal an immaculately hairless vagina, complete with a small heart tattoo to one side. She reaches down to my head and curls her fingers in my hair, pulling my face closer to her crotch as she maneuvers above me, bringing my mouth straight to her slit. I'm not gay, I've never been attracted to women at all, sexually, and I don't even have that many female friends, as I get along better with the male geeks I tend to work with than with other women. None of that meant anything at that moment, as I began to lick and suck on that golden pussy with more enthusiasm than any cock I've ever touched. For her part, the jogger began to vocalize almost immediately. "Ah yeah little girl lick it good fuck yeah right there come on fucking work at it eat that pussy..." Her hips begin to grind while her grip on my hair keeps my face buried in her crotch. I am in real danger of suffocation at moments, but my efforts don't slack for even a second. "Hnn yeah little indian bitch suck that clit. FUCK yeah right there keep doing that yeah yeah yes yes yes yes unnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnhhhhhh" My jogger comes, hard, grinding against my face until I think I really am going to pass out. When she finally releases me I flop back, resting my shoulders against the seat of the bench while I gasp for air. All around us similar scenes were playing out. Every woman in the park is either pleasuring another woman or being pleasured in turn. I start to turn to look at the business lady when my jogger recovers and grabs the hair at the top of my head. She bends down until we're eye to eye, both of us still breathing a little hard. Finally she speaks. "Face down, ass up." She releases me, and I crawl forward a few feet on all fours, plant my face in the grass, and raise my hips behind me as high as I can. I feel her move behind me and run her hands over my ass through my shorts. She reaches beneath me, unbuttons them unfastens the zipper. She pulls them down, exposing my panties to the air, and I flush with embarrassment, because I can feel how wet they are. She doesn't say anything, just peels them down, and I sense her shifting behind me for a moment before I feel her face press against me and her tongue invade me. The sensation is electric, a thousand times better than any boy who's done this for me. Her fingers are dancing over my clit while her tongue dances inside me. It feels so good I almost go cross-eyed. My hands flop at my sides weakly as I try to push my ass further back so she'll do deeper inside me. She pulls away, and I start to whine in protest, but before I can her fingers are inside me, I don't know how many, pumping furiously. Her face returns, higher up now, and I feel her agile tongue begin to flick at my backdoor. She's pushed me to the limit, and as I feel her push the tip of her tongue into my asshole I start to come, shrieking, holding my position for a moment before collapsing into the fetal position on the ground. She moves over me, running her hands along my flank and whispering soothing noises in my ear. Eventually, my convulsions stop, and I'm able to look around again. The first thing I see is the business lady, who is watching everyone, and has slipped a hand inside her skirt. After a couple of false starts, I manage to get to my hands and knees and crawl over to her. She looks down at me, her eyes a little glazed and her lips slightly parted. I can see the movements of the hand she's pushed inside her skirt, and this close I can smell her arousal. I put my hands on her knees, and I begin to push the material of her skirt up her legs. Instantly a look of revulsion crosses her face, and she violently shoves me away with a foot. I reel backwards, but my jogger catches me against her chest. The business lady is furious. "Are you insane?!" she shrieks. The jogger is laying me down on the ground. My limbs won't do anything. The business lady is standing up now, beside us. Her face is red. "What did you think you were doing?!" The jogger is standing over me now, her feet are on either side of her head. She isn't wearing her shorts anymore. Just before the jogger squats down and begins riding my face for a second round, I take a last look at the business lady's face. She doesn't seem as angry now, her expression is one of shock. "Oh, my God," I hear her say as I begin to get fed pussy for the second time this afternoon, "did you think I was gay?!"