1 comments/ 54112 views/ 6 favorites A Day in the Park By: davion2308 Saturday dawned warm and beautiful. Fair skies and gentle temperatures were forecasted for the afternoon. Lisa knew she belonged at the beach. The question was whether her boyfriend would join her. "Tim, I want to go to the beach. Will you come with me?" Tim, splayed out on the couch, rolled his eyes. "Beaches are boring. I'd rather stay in and play video games." Lisa sighed. He was getting more and more withdrawn and irritated whenever she made requests. She felt more like a babysitter then a girlfriend sometimes. She had to entertain him whenever they did something she wanted to do, yet he expected her to sit quietly and wait while he enjoyed his activities. What a jerk, she thought to herself. "How about if you pick the place we go? That way, you can have your arcade or your pizza place or whatever while I sit in the sun." Grumbling, Tim stood up and walked over to change. He never acknowledged her with a yes. Twenty minutes later, they were tooling down the interstate, headed for one of the bigger lakes in their county. Tim flipped the radio nonstop. "You don't have to pout. I appreciate you going, but could you please even FAKE some enthusiasm?" Tim gave Lisa a big fake smile, and went back to looking sour. He finally turned off the highway and drove into a parking lot. Lake Meriford looked warm and beautiful to Lisa. She and Tim climbed out of the car and headed down towards the shore. The pffting of their feet in the sand sounded wonderful to her. Tim angled away from Lisa and headed towards the vegetation ringing the beach. There was a path and a sign. She saw him read it and her eyes narrowed at the big grin that spread over his face. "Hey, let's check this place out!" he shouted towards her. Lisa walked over to look. WARNING! You may encounter nude sunbathers in this park. The sign stood next to the mouth of a shadowed path. It looked narrow and spooky, a tiny hole punched in the dense growth. Tim strode purposefully into the breach without another word. Lisa moved to catch up to him. She was sure there was sunbathing to do, but with people who were naked? Tim wanted to see all the hot college girls naked. He was always glancing at other women when he was with Lisa. But, she knew she didn't have the most attractive body in the world. Tim told her so. She had small A cup breasts, only slightly bigger then Tim's pecs, and her body was too thin. She also felt she had hips that were far too wide for her frame. She thought she had a pretty face, but it went downhill below the neck. Insects and animals chirped and hummed throughout the woods. Lisa could barely move without watching for branches and roots. The tangled undergrowth to both sides of path hemmed them in. After a solid five minutes of tripping and slapping gnats, they entered a small field. It wasn't what Lisa expected. The field looked more like a manicured city park. The grass was cut low and a few cherry trees stood in small groups. There was a small utility shed and bathroom at the far end of the park. The clearing was oval, but about the size of a football field. And there were naked people. Lisa's jaw hit the ground at all the skin out in the open. Just looking around, she saw two dozen people in various forms of undress. Tim walked along the hedging that walled the park and found a spot. He took off his shirt and sat up, looking. Lisa noticed he put them fairly close to two older women who looked to be in their early 60's. One had her top off and was letting the sun wash over her breasts. The other was completely naked and lying on her front. Her ass was as tan as the rest of her. Lisa pulled her shirt over her head and dropped her shorts. Several guys in the park glanced at her expectantly, but quickly lost interest when she removed no more clothing. She rested her body on her elbows, surveying the park. Most of the guys were in their mid 40's or older. Almost all were completely naked. There was a group of five tanned guys all naked. They all had incredibly fit bodies and short hair. The way they were talking and sitting, Lisa got the overwhelming impression they were gay. There were three guys who looked like they belonged in a frat somewhere. They were the only ones clothed and they were generally ogling the two older women. It was quiet and peaceful. There was an occasional spout of laughter from the gay guys, but Lisa was actually enjoying herself. The shock wore off and now she could sit and enjoy the sun. She idly watched as the nude woman stood up to walk over to the bathroom. Her tits and stomach sagged and drooped, but the college kids were all eyes. Lisa noticed Tim was also staring awfully hard. "You know," she said, "it's rude to stare." Tim threw a look at her. "You're just jealous because she's got big-ass titties. Besides, you got like ten guys to stare at. I got them old women." Lisa was about to remind him that they weren't there to look at naked people, but she kept her mouth shut. She watched Tim's head swivel in time with the woman, who could have been his grandmother. She shook her head and closed her eyes. A minute later, Lisa heard a cough in front of her. She looked in the direction and noticed a new guy, mid-60s, with a round belly. He was facing her, holding his shirt. He stood for a few seconds and saw that she was looking at him. He dropped his shirt and immediately dropped his pants. His dick peeked out from under his gut and a pair of balls swung free. He stepped out of his shorts and stood, hands on hips, posing. Lisa knew it was for her, so she rolled over and looked away, slightly embarrassed by the show. A few seconds later, she looked over her shoulder. He was laying face up, his knees in the air. His crotch was directly in her line of sight. "Jesus," Tim said, "Would you look at this guy? Everything's out in sight. No modesty." Lisa thought the old guy was gross and she frowned towards him. Tim was about to say something else when his eyes darted over her shoulder. Lisa turned to follow his view and saw one of the grandmas strolling towards the small bathroom. Eyes around the park followed her. Lisa gave her credit. Her big tits were sagging slightly and her ass and thighs housed loads of cellulite. But she walked as if she were a queen. The confidence was enviable. She made a slight detour and walked right past the young college frat guys. They stared, jaws dropped. "She wants them to see her absolutely naked. Wow," said Lisa. She was a touch competitive and she felt jealousy at this older woman getting attention. She felt jealous that the woman could be so free. There were a few guys who were standing and talking. They were naked and comfortable. Lisa simply didn't like her body. She looked at herself and frowned. A shadow passed over her stomach. "Hi." She looked up. A man looked down at her. "You two are new, huh?" She heard a teasing tone in his voice. "Yes," she answered, "How'd you know?" "Well, you're in my spot. See.." Tim interrupted, "I didn't see a 'reserved' sign." "Well, we don't exactly assign places here, but all the regulars generally keep to their own spots. It's like in college, when the teacher doesn't assign seating, but you usually stay in the same chair all year. May I sit there, please? He pointed at a spot five feet to her left. Tim snorted. The guy smiled. "I understand the first time is stressful," he said patiently, "But it's okay." Lisa waved toward the grass next to her. The man smiled. "Thank you, young lady. My name is Ron, by the way." "Hi, Ron. I'm Lisa, this is Tim." Tim barely acknowledged Ron, busy looking at the woman returning from the bathroom. Without Ron standing in the sun's path, Lisa could see him better. He was a handsome man and reminded her of an old friend's father, whom she had a crush on. Unlike the guy sitting in front of them, Ron stripped down quickly without show. He took care of himself, Lisa noted. He had solid arms and well-shaped, though undefined torso. She tried hard not to peek at his package when he dropped his shorts, but she failed. He was of average length and trimmed himself. College stress had an effect on Tim's body, as did the cafeteria and beer. He built himself a small tummy and he was rather pasty. Ron was tanned and lean all over. Lisa rolled away from Tim and smiled at Ron. "You do this a lot?" she asked. "Yes," he said, turning to face her. "Since I was born, my parents taught me that the body is nothing to be ashamed of. Those fellas," he nodded toward the frat guys, "sexualize it to no end. As does the gentleman in front of you. But most of us are harmless and we're here for fun. For me, it's sensual and not sexual, if you understand the difference." He waited a few seconds. Seeing Lisa was satisfied with his answer, he rolled over onto his back again. She watched his body relax under the sunlight. I just talked to a naked man, she thought to herself. Thoughts ran through her head as she comptemplated how being nude wasn't sexual. Idly, she watched the two old women stand and dress. As they walked out, the frat guys followed suit, done for the day as well. "How often do guys come here to look at girls?" Lisa asked Ron. "Only on the weekends, when they think it'll be busier. I'm not going to lie, I occasionally glance at women, too. I appreciate the beauty, but I'm don't stare." "Do girls come here often?" Tim chimed in. "I'm tired of all the dicks." Ron stood and faced Tim. "So I shouldn't start my jumping jacks?" Tim glowered and Lisa laughed. She was struck by the boldness of this guy. He was just plain naked. He was relaxed and calm and she was jealous of his acceptance of his body. "Tim, are you going to join in?" she asked. "No, I'm out, thanks." "Well, 2 hours of driving means one of us is getting naked." Lisa didn't exactly believe the words that came out of her mouth, but suggesting she would strip down sped up her heart. "I don't want to and I don't think you have the courage. You're kind of a mouse, Ell." Lisa didn't like that nickname and Tim knew it. She glanced up at Ron, who shrugged at her and sat back down. She had gone without a top on at beaches before, but she was always facedown. It was a first step. She reached behind her neck and undid the knot. Flipping over and lying on her stomach, she unclipped the back of her top and pulled it out from under her body. She put it near the bag. She was topless. "There you go!" Ron said. "That's a start." "Hey, don't be encouraging my girlfriend, you!" Tim said. "Well, do it yourself, then," Ron shot back. Lisa, heart starting to pound, experimented. She pushed her weight up on her elbows and reached for her top. Her small breasts hung in the open air for several seconds. Both Ron and Tim got a quick peek before she grabbed her top and crashed onto her chest. Her tits hadn't been seen by anyone except Tim and her doctor her entire adult life. She felt emboldened by her act. Ron said nothing and sat next to her, but she could sense he was rooting her on. Tim seemed upset. Lisa steeled herself and decided on taking the next step. Her heart thundered and her mouth went dry as she grabbed the waistband of her bottoms. She delayed for half a second. Knowing she would never try this again if she failed here, Lisa slid her panties over her hips and down her thighs. Her front was glued to the towel as she eased the suit down her knees and over her ankles. She kicked it away from her. "Hey, nice job!" Ron faked a high-five and laughed good-naturedly. Lisa was flattened to the ground. She was really turned on that her ass was showing. The old guy in front of them stood up and ran his eyes on her body. He had a big, toothy grin. A few other men had their antennae directed her way. "It feels so weird. I was always taught to cover and be proper. What a rush!" She surveyed the field. She had some guys' attention, but most didn't pause to give her notice. If it weren't for the whole no-clothes thing, she would have thought it was a normal park. Lisa knew she had to take the next step. She was going to get up somehow. She arched her back and supported her weight with her elbows. Her small breasts came into view. Daring herself to stay up, she fought the urge to forget all of this and get dressed. The old guy was lying on his side, still looking at her. Ron gave her a thumbs-up. Lisa decided SOMEONE here had to see her naked, and it may as well be him. He was a nice guy. She wasn't as nervous as she expected when she rolled on her side and faced Ron. He had a perfect view of her entire body, not five feet away. He looked into her eyes, mouthed 'good job,' and went back to looking at the sky. She kept staring at him. He looked back. She smiled sweetly, then lowered her gaze. She looked at his chest, undefined but strong. She took in his arms and his abs. Her eyes went directly to his cock. She took a few seconds before looking at his balls. She looked at his thighs, his calves, his ankles and his feet. Her gaze again met his. She flicked her eyes down at her own body, then looked back at him. Ron took the hint. A gentle smile played on his face. He stared hard at Lisa's tits. Her boobs were small and she was jealous of the way other girls fit better in cleavage shirts, but Ron's faced glowed when he took them in. He nodded his approval at her well-trimmed pussy and his gaze lingered on her body for a solid minute. Lisa felt that Tim appraised her like a horse when he looked at her. Ron made her feel sexy, like she was a goddess. She loved the feeling of someone looking at her naked. She felt attractive. She understood the older women from earlier in the day. Ron was working his way back up her body. His eyes caressed her nipples, rubbed her skin. He smiled at her again and rolled onto his back. Lisa wasn't done. She went from her side to lying on her back. She was face up. Tim was angry. "Roll over, Lisa, you're showing the park everything." Lisa smiled. She knew. Ron had said it was sensual, being nude in the park, but she disagreed. For Lisa, it was incredibly sexual. It was flat-out hot. "It is a nude park," she said, "Probably someone will see me nude." "C'mon! Are you just fucking with me because you're pissed? I don't want anyone to see you but me." Lisa mentally shook her head. It was probably over with Tim. He never understood how things worked. "No, Tim. If I were messing with you, I'd do this." She stood. Inside, she was screaming at herself to take cover. For half a second, she thought her reflexes would drop her back on the ground. Her hands with itching to hide her and her ears burned. The old man in front of them turned and sat up, viewing her. His eyes never went higher then her neck. Feeling simultaneously aroused, terrified, and ridiculous, she struck a pose. She kicked a foot out and to the side and put her hand on a hip. Her other hand went behind her back. She looked at the old man and smiled. He leered back. "Hey, sit down! Seriously!" Lisa decided to go for a walk. She was getting more comfortable and she liked the attention she was getting. She felt clothes hung on her frame and people rarely looked at her twice. Tim never looked at her, even when she was coming out of the shower. She liked the eyes of the old man on her. Her first few steps were tentative and her clothes suddenly seemed far away. She picked up the pace and strode powerfully towards the small bathroom. Eyes followed her as she moved through the park naked. She stared straight ahead, letting the gazes wash over her. Lisa changed course and headed towards a loose knot of sunbathers. She walked right through them, carefully picking her way around the scattered towels. She smiled and made eye-contact with everyone. Most of the men smiled back but a few looked away. Lisa felt her confidence soar as people appreciated her body. For some reason, them not knowing her as a quiet, shy wallflower and only seeing her body made her feel good. She liked the raw carnal power of her body. She let them stare at her tits, her ass, her thighs, her pussy, and she loved every second of it. Being on display was wonderful. Lisa turned and started cruising back to her towel. She saw Tim stuffing everything in their beach bag. Her towel was half-sticking out. "Hey, I need my clothes," Lisa said. "No, you don't," Tim said, "You're cavorting out here like a slut. I thought you'd like to go back to the car like that." He spit out the last word as he started walking towards the trail. "Get over it! A few people saw me naked. At least they appreciated it. You don't care. You never look at me." Lisa was enraged. Tim dropped a towel on the ground, never looking behind him and never answering. Lisa picked it up and wrapped it around her. She silently followed the upset Tim. She looked back at Ron and waved. She was done with Tim. But she wasn't done with the park. She knew she would come back. A Day in the Park Special thanks to "Blackstallion21" for his help editing. * "Remove your clothing". 'What, here in the park,' she thought. She knew better than to disobey, that would only resulted in punishment for disobedience. This wasn't like being on the ranch where being nude out in the open may be discomforting, but the chance of being discovered unlikely. This was a public park. Though they had only seen a couple hikers in the last hour, there were people around. As she slowly removed her clothing, her eyes darted back and forth wondering who might be watching. 'What is he planning this time? she thinks. The thrill of not knowing only heightens her excitement. As he removes a blindfold from his pocket, he secures it over her eyes and places her hands on a branch above her head. "You are now bound," he tells her, "you are not to speak. Do you understand?" She nodded yes, knowing that once a command is given she had best not disobey. Next she feels him putting earplugs in her ears. She is left in darkness and silence. She waits; ten minutes or an hour she has no idea. She feels like she's been standing there forever, as he still here or had he left her alone? She feels helpless and vulnerable, more so than ever before. Suddenly she feels somebody stroking her breast. "What have we here," she hears someone murmur through the earplugs. Was that his voice she wonders? Oh God, please let it be him. The idea that some stranger has found her standing naked in the park has her so excited and scared she is on the verge of orgasm. She can't help but wonder what this person must be thinking. To find a blindfolded woman in the woods, standing naked grabbing a tree branch. When she feels their warm lips on her nipple, a moan escaped before she can control it. Goosebumps cover her body and the slightest breeze is like a million fingers caressing her. Is that his scent? She isn't sure. 'Say something', her mind screams, why don't you say something? A hand slowly goes down her back and caresses her buttocks; and she almost releases the branch when her nipple is suddenly pinched. The sudden pain causes a burst of adrenaline to course thru her. She feels her legs being spread apart. She can feel her juices run down her leg, leaving no doubt to her unknown lover of her excitement. As she feels a warm breath across her pussy lips, she no longer cares who it is. 'Touch me, please just touch me', she wants to scream. A tongue penetrates the folds her pussy; oh God, it's not him. The face between her legs is clean-shaven, not the bushy beard he has. The thought of some stranger licking her pussy sends her over the edge and orgasm after orgasm courses thru her body. It was already too late when she realizes her hands have left the branch and gone to the head between her legs, trying to pull him closer. She quickly tries to correct her mistake by reaching for the branch above her head. She knows if he is watching she will be punished for her disobedience. The very thought sends a new wave of pleasure coursing thru her body. He stops his attack on her pussy and again she stands waiting. Time stretches on, she tries to count in her head to see how much time is passing. Even that doesn't help. Am I counting too fast or too slow she wonders? A quick slap on the ass brings her out of her reverie. Her hands are removed from the branch and her legs are spread wider. She is forced to bend over and her hands are placed on her ankles. Exposed and vulnerable, her mind races. What is next? Is it to be punishment or pleasure? Is there a difference anymore? A tongue on her ass sends both pleasure and fear coursing thru her. 'That's not what I'm craving,' she wants to scream but knows she can't. She can feel his thumb penetrating her opening and stroking across her clitoris. 'How am I supposed to stay in this position with an orgasm building inside of me', she wonders? She wants to collapse and throw her legs wide but somehow resists the urge. The desire to please her unknown lover engulfs her, giving everything of her self and in return reaching heights of pleasure she has only dreamt of. Suddenly she is left alone again. As she waits, time seems to drag. After what seems an eternity the blindfold is removed and the brightness blinds her as she blinks and tries to regain her senses. There is her man, calmly standing by observing her. She wants to run to him but knows she hasn't been given the command to move yet. "Come to me," he says. As she throws herself into his arms she weeps, unable to control the emotions that rush thru her. Between her sobs she notices that he's clean-shaven. Ever since she had first met him he has worn a beard. Seeing him now with a smooth face she realizes he had planned this all for her pleasure. Relief overwhelms her with the knowledge it had been him all along, or was it? "I should make you walk back to the car naked for your disobedience," he says. The thought makes her shiver with fear then relief when he tells her to dress. As they wander back towards the parking area she replays what has happened thru her mind a hundred times. She desperately tries to recall every detail for a hint as to whether it was him or not. She doesn't dare ask him, knowing she has a punishment coming already and having no desire to make things worse. He is chatting away as if nothing unusual has occurred today. 'Doesn't he realize the emotional turmoil boiling inside her?' she wonder. So wrapped up in her thoughts she doesn't noticed when they are joined by a third person, it his best friend. 'Why is he here,' she wonders. Blushing at the thought he may have been around all along, or could he have been her unknown lover? "Here's your video recorder," he says to her man. "I got some fantastic shots". The realization that he has been there and has not only seen everything but recorded it is humiliating and thrilling. Up until now her relationship with her man had always been 'vanilla' in public or with his friends. Evidently that has changed now. The knowledge that he has become comfortable enough with their relationship to bring it more into the open gives her a warm feeling inside, it also scares the hell out of her. It's one thing to be a slut at home or where no one knows her. It's quite another to have people she knows and see's everyday aware of it. She has known this was a possibility when she gave control of her life to him, after all it's what she claimed to want. She wondered if she had the courage to continue this path? But of course she would, it's her nature to be submissive. To bring pleasure to her man has become her life goal. As they reach the car she hears them laughing. He's in a good mood; maybe her punishment won't be so bad after all. A Day in the Park ...Based on a true story... I sat on the park bench and cautiously looked around. The park wasn't overly crowded today, but it certainly wasn't empty either. What concerned me most was a couple of young guys, obviously college students, who I thought had been watching me from the moment I entered the park. It could have simply been nerves, but I was fairly certain they were staring at me. -------------------------------------------------- The day had started off innocently enough. I hadn't even planned to go to the park. After my husband had left for work that morning I went through my normal routine...30 minutes on the treadmill and then a nice cool shower. At 37 years old it takes a bit of effort to keep a trim 125 pound weight on my 5'7" curvy, yet slender, frame. I'd skipped breakfast this morning because I was going over to my best friend Debbie's house for a brunch she was cooking for us. We usually got together once couple of weeks and today it was her turn to host. It was a warm Spring day and I dressed appropriately. Tampa, Florida is especially pleasant in the Spring-time. It wasn't too hot and the sun was shining bright in the clear blue sky. I put on a loose-fitting tan summer dress Debbie had given me a few weeks earlier as a birthday present. It was very comfortable and the fabric breathed so well I could feel the air on my body. Underneath I wore only a conservative pair of white cotton bikini-style panties. I decided against a bra simply because of the way the dress felt against my chest...plus, I was feeling a bit frisky this morning as well. If all went well, Debbie would be peeling the dress off of my body and sucking on my pert 36C breasts before noon. Debbie and I met in college and had eventually explored each other sexually. Our relationship had continued to grow over the years and even though we are both happily married, enjoying each other's bodies is something we continue to enjoy from time to time. I had hoped that today would evolve into another one of those days as well. Debbie's husband is an Air Force Reservist and his unit had been activated about 7-months ago. She'd been all alone since he'd left for Afghanistan and I knew she'd been feeling the sexual neglect in the time since he'd been gone. I was hoping to fill that void with her today. I arrived about 30 minutes early at Debbie's, walked right in as usual, and made my way to the kitchen. "Deb... you in here?" I could smell the bread cooking in the oven, but didn't see Debbie anywhere. I started to call out again and make my way upstairs to the bedroom when out of the corner of my eye I looked out through the sliding glass doors to see Debbie sitting by her pool. She was wearing a blue two-piece string bikini that complemented her curvy body extremely well. At least... she had the top on. The bottoms were lying on the ground beside her lounge chair and she had her legs pulled up close to her and spread wide. With one hand she was licking her fingers and the other was plunging in and out of her exposed pussy. I froze in my tracks as I watched her pleasuring herself -- obviously enjoying some quality time before I arrived. I decided that rather than interrupt, I would pull up a kitchen chair and enjoy her little show before our brunch. I pulled out my smart phone and decided to snap a few pictures of her that I could use at some point in the future to embarrass her. After the third picture, I noticed that I wasn't the only one enjoying Debbie's show. Debbie's neighbor was peering over the fence and was obviously as interested in what she was doing as I was. I laid my phone in the table, stood up, and walked outside. "Hey Debbie! What's going on?" I asked knowingly. The neighbor quickly dove behind his fence and sounded like he tripped over a couple bushes in his haste. Debbie blushed deeply and quickly grabbed her bottoms to try and put them back on. "Shit, Staci! You scared the hell out of me!" "Don't get dressed up on my account, Deb. You act like I've never seen you naked" We made our way back inside the kitchen. Debbie wrapped a sarong around her waist tried to explain that she didn't expect me until 10:00. "Deb... it's almost 10:00 now. I got here a bit early expecting to help you fix the food, but instead I was treated to a nice little peep show!" "Yeah... I'm embarrassed that you saw that. It's just something I do at times." "I fully understand. Trust me Deb, it's something we all do at times. But you need to be more careful if you do it outside. I caught your neighbor peering over the fence watching you. That's why I came out and interrupted. I had been sitting there almost 15 minutes myself enjoying it before I did" "Uh... Staci... that's what I meant." Her face lit up with a big smile as she spoke. "I know he was there watching. I meant that I like to put on a show for him at times. I masturbate all the time, but occasionally, I'll go out by the pool and do it if I know he's there. I pretend that I don't know, but I enjoy having him watch." "You've got to be kidding!" I said incredulously. "You know he's there watching you and you do it on purpose! Oh my God! Why would you do that?!" "Staci you can't imagine the thrill I get, knowing he's there watching me. I've never had such a thrill. And my orgasms are more powerful than I ever feel otherwise. It's almost addictive even." Debbie took the bread out of the oven and I sliced some fruit and poured some white wine as we continued to talk about what I'd just witnessed. I was shocked to learn that my best friend of all these years had been exposing herself to men and women for quite a while. She explained that it had started off innocently enough when her husband had bought her first laptop. Shortly after that she'd found some websites where she started watching guys masturbate for her. She would expose her breasts for them if they asked and eventually started doing much more on camera for them. It was a few months after this that she'd been lying topless by her pool one afternoon and thought she heard someone in her neighbor's yard. She'd pleasured herself on camera earlier that morning and was still feeling wet and horny when she thought she saw her neighbor peering over the fence at her. That's when she decided to take things a step further. She'd seductively applied sun-tan lotion to her body and allowed her hands to slip inside her bikini bottoms while he watched her. She didn't remove the bottoms that day, but made what she was doing completely obvious. As the months passed, she got more daring and had even used toys on herself while he was watching her from beyond the fence. She never let him know that she was aware of his presence, but suspected he knew. "It's not like I do it all the time. Maybe once or twice a month or so... but I can't begin to tell you how electric my body gets knowing that someone is right there watching. It's incredible!" We finished our meal and poured more wine as we continued to discuss our sex lives -- a common theme when we were together... only now I was learning that Debbie didn't always tell me everything. "I wouldn't say that Michael and I are in a rut, but we haven't really done anything kinky or wild in months. He's been so occupied with work and our finances that he doesn't feel like doing anything crazy. We still have great sex and he usually brings me to orgasm," I confided, "but it's just the same routine each time. And once it's over we both go straight to sleep." "You know Staci that's exactly how it was with us too. I started using the laptop to compensate for the lack of spice and passion and discovered a whole new side of me once I did. There's something extraordinarily exciting about exposing myself to a stranger, but even doing it over a computer started to get a little boring. That's why I really enjoy doing it to my neighbor." "Deb, aren't you afraid that he'll try and take advantage of it? Maybe he takes pictures of you." I glanced at my phone which was still lying on her kitchen table. As I looked back up I could see her looking right at me. "Why'd you look at your phone Staci? Did YOU take pictures of me outside this morning? You admitted that you watched me for about 15 minutes before you came outside... do YOU have naked pictures of me on your phone?" I started to deny it, but when I blushed bright red I gave myself way without saying a word. "Besides," she said, thankfully moving the conversation along, "Henry's been deployed for quite a while now and toys just don't satisfy me the way his cock does. I wouldn't necessarily turn down any real offers at the moment." Debbie took a big gulp and finished her glass of wine, then reached for a new bottle and refreshed both our glasses. "Staci. I've got an idea. I'd like to share this experience with you. I'd like to help you feel how I feel when I'm being watched. Are you interested?" "I don't know Deb. I've never done anything like that before. And I've met your neighbor... I couldn't do it with him watching." "What if it were me watching you?" "That would be too weird I think. I mean... we've played together lots of times, but I don't think I could sit there and play with myself while you just watched me. I'd feel a bit awkward doing that." "Ok, what about a complete stranger? Or what if you did it in a pseudo-public place where you didn't know if anyone was watching or not?" Debbie admitted that even before doing it on webcam, she'd gone to a small park about 5 miles from her house where there weren't too many people. There were enough to make it dangerous, but not enough that you couldn't hide. "So what do you think Staci. I'll drive us to the park and you can find a semi-secluded spot near the back. There's a bench near the back, not even on the main walkway, that's fairly well concealed. But it's still public enough that you MIGHT be seen." Just listening to her talk about the possibility started to get my juices flowing, but I was still hesitant. "It's tempting Deb, but I don't know that I can do it." "Alright... how about this... How long has it been since you and I did anything naughty together?" I didn't have to think very long. In my anticipation for such an opportunity today I'd already figured out that it had been over 5 months since we did anything sexual. "It was just before Thanksgiving I told her. You were feeling sad that Henry was gone just before the holidays and I came over to cheer you up. As I recall, I did most of the work too." Not that I was really complaining about it. "You do this for me and I'll do something for you. We can call Mike and tell him that I'm feeling lonely again and that I've asked you to stay with me tonight for a girl's night out. You're going to go out and you're going to sleep over here tonight. We can go out to eat, do a little dancing, maybe catch a movie if you'd like. But when we come home tonight, I'm going to use ALL my toys and pleasure you all night long." The thought of being with Debbie again was enough to convince me. She'd always been extremely good and really knew how to touch me just right. That she was going to spend the entire night pleasing me...that was definitely the clincher. "Ok," I said with just a hint of caution on my lips, "but I don't want to be able to see you watching. I won't be able to concentrate if I can see you. I want you there just so I'll feel safer, but I don't want to be able to see you looking at me." "That's fine Staci. I know a place I can hide and still be able to see you." ---------------------------------------------------- So now here I am. Debbie had driven us to the park in her car. Before I got out she had done three things... first, she made me remove my white cotton panties and hand them to her. She'd put the panties in her purse and told me I could have them back later. Second, she'd handed me a small bullet vibrator and told me that I was to use it on myself while I played. And third, she'd made me wait 10 minutes in the car after she'd gotten out so that she could get situated in the park to watch me from a distance. That 10 minutes had passed fairly quickly as I had 'warmed-up' with the bullet before getting out. My nipples were already hard and visibly protruding through the thin fabric of my dress. I couldn't tell if was from the excitement of the moment or the fact that I had already began to stimulate myself while in the car. Quite probably it was both. I'd walked along the paved sidewalk toward the back of the park as Debbie had instructed. I was extremely aware of my erect nipples and convinced myself that every person I passed was just as aware. My pussy grew even wetter at this thought and by the time I reached the gravel path at the back of the park I could feel it dripping down my legs. The gravel off-shoot did not go far from the main sidewalk, but it did provide just a little more privacy. I found an unoccupied bench beside the path and sat on one end as I carefully scanned the area around me. The people walking by didn't appear to be paying any attention to me and the joggers certainly weren't...but there were three groups sitting on the grass not 50 feet in front of where I was sitting and the two college-aged guys appeared to be focused directly on me. They weren't directly starring, but I was certain they had noticed me as soon as I'd left the car. I kept looking all over but didn't see Debbie anywhere. I swallowed hard and mustered my courage. I was going to do it. I reached down with one hand and slowly hiked my dress half-way up my thighs. I turned the bullet on to a slow vibrate and reached between my legs as I spread them ever so slightly. I kept looking around to see if anyone was noticing while I began to rub the bullet against my skin. My freshly shaved pubic mound felt smooth against my hand as I guided the bullet lower and rubbed it up and down my slit. My lips had already been on fire, but when the vibrating toy touched them I felt a gush of liquid eject and run down the crack of my ass. All the blood in my body must have rushed down to my crotch because I quickly grew light-headed and felt my entire body slump against the touch of my toy. I only rubbed it on my lips a few seconds... it was all I could stand. Without care for who could see me, I plunged the bullet and two of my fingers all the way into my dripping pussy. My head tilted back and I drove my fingers in and out quicker and harder. The bullet was resting against my clit and the sensations I felt were pushing me over the edge. Without even realizing what I was doing, I placed one foot up on the bench and brought my soaked fingers up to my mouth so I could taste my own juices that dripped from them. The bullet was still inside me and my clit was now on the verge of exploding. I opened my eyes as I tilted my head back forward. The guys I'd spotted earlier were starring directly at me. There was no confusion about it. And with my foot on the bench, my legs were spread wide-open... giving them a full view of my exposed slit. I slid one had inside my dress top and squeezed my breast hard, pinching the nipple between my fingers. I didn't care anymore. I didn't care who was watching. My whole body was electric and my clit was on fire. I was seconds away from orgasm and I didn't care who saw it. I plunged my other hand back inside and rubbed as furiously as I could. The bullet was driving me crazy and I felt myself reaching a crescendo. I grabbed the toy and pulled it out quickly as I removed my hand. My entire body convulsed as I felt my pussy explode. I was cumming... cumming harder than I'd ever done so before. I grabbed the edge of the bench with both hands, hunched over and slammed both feet hard on the ground. My body shook as ever ounce of liquid drained from my swollen pussy. I couldn't decide whether to keep my legs open or closed... I only knew that I couldn't sit still. I quickly reached back down and stuck the bullet back inside my dripping wet pussy. I could feel my clit throbbing with excitement as the vibrations sent it into another climax. I caught myself letting out an audible moan as the breath left my body. I opened my eyes just in time to see a jogger passing by at that very moment. His head turned to stay with me as he ran by... he had heard me. I looked around to see if anyone else was close enough to have heard as well, but there was no one else near. My focus returned to the two young men on the grass. They were still watching me. Even more, they were talking and making gestures in my direction. They had seen it all. They HAD been watching as I entered the park, and they HAD watched as I sat on the bench to play. They had seen my fully exposed and swollen pussy and they watched as I experienced the most intense orgasm I've had in my life. I was still electrified by the experience, but quickly began to blush. I needed to escape. I'd done it, I'd masturbated in a public park, and I'd done so with people watching me. Fun was fun, but it was now time to get out. I stood up on slighty trembling legs and quickly walked back to Debbie's car. As I did, I could feel my cum still dripping down my legs. I didn't think it was possible, but I was still cumming as I walked. It was only then that I realized in my haste to leave I still had the bullet inside me. The back of my dress was soaked. It wasn't just a little damp spot either... i was completely soaking wet. And the color of the fabric had changed to a much darker shade of tan where it was wet. I knew at this point that everyone who saw me knew what I had done. I was mortified and blushed even more. I was sweating over my entire body. It may have only been 70 degrees but I was dripping sweat from my entire body. Before I could get back to the car, the bullet elicited two more orgasms from me. As each one overtook me, I slowed my pace and even stopped dead in my tracks. I wanted so desperately to get back to the car and leave this place, but as my pussy betrayed me and forced my body to succumb to one orgasm after another I had to stop moving. I was growing weaker with each one and the cum running down my legs just kept reminding me how dirty this whole experience truly was. I finally made it back to the car and tried the handle. It was locked. Debbie must have used the remote to lock the doors when I had gotten out. I anxiously looked around for Debbie. She still wasn't there, but plenty of other people were. It might have been my imagination, but I was convinced they were all starring at me. There were too many people around for me to pull the bullet out so I had to stand there waiting for Debbie to let me in before I could remove it. It must have taken her another 5 minutes to arrive, but not before another orgasm swept over me. This one was so intense that I leaned on the car just to keep from falling down. When she finally got there, she was laughing and smiling as she took her time opening the car. I was still leaning on the door to keep from falling over as she unlocked them. I quickly slid into the passenger seat and reached between my legs to remove the bullet. "Well," Debbie asked slyly, "how was it?" "Please just drive Debbie. I want to get out of here right now." "Staci, what's wrong? Didn't you enjoy it? From where I was it looked like you had the time of your life!" "Please... just drive. I'll be ok in a minute." Debbie pulled out of the park and drove a couple miles down the road toward her house, but then pulled over to the side of the road and put the car in park. "Ok, Staci. I'm not going any further until you tell me what's going on. We're going to sit her until you tell me what you thought." "Debbie... that was probably the most intense feeling I've ever had. My body was on fire and I couldn't stop. I didn't want to stop either. But when I realized that all those people were watching me I got embarrassed. I had to get out. I felt as if EVERYONE was watching I was ashamed. That's why I had to leave." A Day in the Park "Ok, but tell me this... sexually... physically... how was it? I know you had an orgasm. At least two from what I could see." "Five," I corrected, "two on the bench, two more while walking back to the car, and one beside the car waiting for you to show up." "Ok, five," she laughed, "so five orgasm... were they the best ones you've ever had? Hell girl! You're still sweating from it all. And from what I can see your dress it completely soaked in your own cum! So be honest with me and yourself... did you enjoy it." I paused a moment and thought. I had enjoyed it. I might have gotten embarrassed and panicked, but the truth was I had really enjoyed it. I'd never felt my body respond that way before and despite what I thought was embarrassment I had continued to orgasm even as I was trying to get away. "Yes. Yes, Debbie. I think I did. No... I know I did. Oh my God, you were right." I almost couldn't believe what I was saying but knowing that a stranger was watching me masturbate -- live and in person -- had truly been enough to intensify ever touch and sensation. "I was convinced that the two young men sitting on the grass were watching me and at one point after my first climax I knew they were. That did heighten the experience. And afterward... as I walked back to the car... I was embarrassed, but thought that EVERYONE was watching me... knowing I was some dirty exhibitionist whore... and that made me cum twice more. And once more at the car it was so intense that I nearly collapsed. It really wasn't embarrassment at all... it was excitement. I now see what you mean and understand the thrill you must get from letting your neighbor watch." "See honey... I told you you'd love it! I've known you for a long time Staci and I knew you'd love the feeling. I've been trying to think of a way to bring this up for quite a while, but I didn't want to freak you out. Haha, I didn't want you to think I was some dirty exhibitionist whore!" We both laughed at her last comment. I was still pretty wet and put my feet up on the car seat as I reached down and gently rubbed my pussy again. I was still soaking wet and even though I'd calmed down a bit, my lips were still swollen and tender to the touch. "Debbie, just hold onto my panties until we get back to your house. I think I'm still too sensitive to put them on." She paused a moment and then said, "Well girl I've got a small confession to make. I don't have your panties." "What?! Yes you do. I saw you put them in your purse. I'll just get them later." "Actually Staci, I don't. You see, when I made you wait in the car after I got out. I went to the back of the park myself and quickly looked around. I saw those same two college guys. Their names are Dave and Pete, by the way. I went up and told them all about our deal and that you'd be coming to the back of the park to put on a show. I told them to watch for you." "You're kidding! Did you really do that?! I don't know whether to be upset or thankful." "Oh it gets better. After your show, I went back over to them and asked how they liked it. Staci they loved you! They both couldn't stop telling me how much they enjoyed watching you and how great you looked doing it. I gave them your panties and told them that they could keep them as a souviner." "Well that's not bad I suppose. I think it's kind of hot to imagine some guy has my panties and is thinking of me as he jacks off." "I also got their cell phone numbers," Debbie said timidly. She showed me a piece of paper that had two phone numbers written on it. She looked at me with a playful look in her eye as an evil smile crept across her mouth. I took that paper and looked at it incredulously. "Wha... why? Why did you get their phone numbers?" "I told them that I'd ask you first, but that I'd be interested in having them come over to my house later today for a swim. Staci you don't need to stay if you don't want to... but these guys are really cute and I need someone to come take care of my needs." She put the car back in drive and started toward her house. I continued to softly rub my pussy as I thought about it for a few moments. They'd already seen me naked. Hell, they'd seen me cum. What more was there to see? I couldn't cheat on my husband... could I? But I didn't want my best friend to be alone with these two guys either... that'd be dangerous for her. "Give me your phone Debbie." She handed it over and I dialed one of the numbers she'd written on the paper. It rang twice before someone answered. "Hello?" he said. "Hi... this is Staci. I understand you enjoyed my performance in the park just now. I also understand that my friend Debbie gave you something that belongs to me. I'd like them back please. Meet us at Debbie's house in one hour." Before I hung up I gave them Debbie's address. A Day in the Park You've been in Boston for a full week now, a business trip to the Massachusetts' state house your primary destination. It's your last weekend here and you hoped to do a bit of sight-seeing. Your phone starts to ring. You look at the number and see that it's me. "Hello?" you say. "Hi - it's Kyle. I know it's the day before your last day. I'm so sorry. Been caught up at stupid work. I was wondering, though, if you wouldn't mind joining me in the Boston Commons for a lunch date today." "Hm, I don't know. You should have called earlier to set something up. What if I made you beg?" "I'll beg, if that's what you want." I say this while smiling over the phone, which of course you cannot see. "Well, I'll think of something you can do to repay it. For now, yes, I will meet you." "Thanks! Can you meet me at Haymarket? I want to pick up some stuff before we go." "Sure, I can do that - my hotel is right near the Boston Commons. When?" "How about 45 minutes? I'm out in Arlington and it'll take me some time to get there." "Okay, I'll see ya then. Bye, Kyle." "Bye, beautiful!" You hang up the phone and smile. He sure does love giving compliments. What a sweet, sweet nerd. You get dressed in jeans and a cute t-shirt and decide to just look over a few papers for a half an hour. You leave your hotel, which is right downtown, and take a walk to Haymarket, which is about a 10 minute brisk walk or so away. It's a beautiful day out - 72 degrees and very little wind compared to usual for Boston. You get to Haymarket and see a huge conglomeration of people milling around food stands - a kind of Farmer's Market, only there are no signs that say that. It's just a regular outdoors market where farmers come to hawk their wares. You see me - all 6'4" of me - waiting by a stall. You walk up to me and put your hand up my shirt. I give a small start but turn around smiling. "Hello! Just need to pick up some fruits for the picnic. I thought we could walk the 'Freedom Trail' backwards and end up in the Boston Commons and have a nice little lunch there." "Sounds great!" "Cool, okay. I already got most of the things we need. Just gonna get some bread from the baker, one moment." I take your hand casually, as if you were here every day and we did this regularly, and we walk over to the baker. We step inside and see a wide variety of breads, from pumpernickel to chocolate to marbled rye to plain old Italian white bread. The smells are scintillating, and making us both quite hungry. I pick up a baguette, smell it, decide it's good enough and pay the cashier. "Let's go!" I put the bread in my backpack, sticking out of it lewdly. We walk back following the red bricks in the road - the "Freedom Trail" - and look at all the various things to see, from the grave of John Adams to the old school house and more. When we near the park, we see a few homeless people begging for money. I reach back and break off the top of the baguette and split it and give a piece to each - it was a big baguette, and we have plenty of food. They took it greedily and began eating immediately, "Thank you so much," one thinks to shout after we start walking. You take my arm and we walk up to the park. There are beautiful flowers and huge trees - you can see the golden dome of the statehouse up on your right. It's huge and bright in the sun, like a gold-plated breast reflecting a thousand rainbows at all angles. The flowers look beautiful and vibrant in the sun - it rained last night, and that has burned off by now, but everything still looks bright and wonderful. I take the bread out of my backpack and hand it to you. Then, I remove the blanket from it, trying not to spill anything out of it. It's about six by eight feet, and big enough for us to sit on and eat without worrying about anything annoying. I take out what appears to be a juice bottle and set it on the blanket, along with a plate of various cheeses. It has a potent brie, a gorgonzola, some cheddar, and my personal favorite: Petite Basque. I take out a butter knife and set it out too. We sit down and I unscrew the lid from the Welch's bottle. I hand it to you and you take a nip - good red wine. "I put it into a juice bottle so that if we happen to get caught out here by the po-po, it will be harder to fine us for having alcohol in public, which I think is illegal in town." I give you a sheepish smile and you smile back - your beautiful, devilish smile. As we eat, my arm brushes against you lightly, so lightly. A spark is sent up my arm, shivering, despite the warmth. I'm wearing a baseball shirt (the kind with three-quarters length, solid-colored sleeves) and a pair of jeans that appear to be almost pin-striped, in a way. We finish and lean against each other to just admire the day. I decide I want to rub your shoulders, so I put some stuff back into the backpack and ease down behind you. I put my hands on your shoulders and start to rub - good grief! You have knots like no one I know. You need to relax more, to take more breaks and exercise the shoulders more. That helps loosen things up over the day, which in turn helps relieve headaches and what not. Getting exercise like that also makes you sleep better at night - reducing your daily stress levels quite a lot. My hands are working you over, and you can feel the littler knots begin to slip. You're moaning and leaning back against me. Your hair is kind of blowing in my face, and I make a little face that you can't see and spit some hair out. It's not that I don't like the taste of your hair - it's just that I just ate and am not hungry anymore. You laugh as I make a little, "Ptui!" sound to fake like it's a big deal to get your hair out of my mouth and look up at me. I kiss your neck, gently nudging it with my nose, nibbling on it with my teeth. You look at me and I'm smiling, and you move your face closer to mine. My hands have been paralyzed, but I somehow moved them to be hugging around you now, holding you. Our lips touch, gently at first, then more comfortably and intimately. You taste like red wine and delicious cheese. You can feel my erection on your back, like a thick tree suddenly sprouting up from the ground behind you. I very quickly have to adjust myself so as to not hurt myself and you laugh. "So...what are your plans for the rest of the day?" I ask. "You know that repayment you owe me?" you say with your eyes twinkling. The end...