21 comments/ 34741 views/ 11 favorites Kat's Lunch Date At The Park By: katinheat81 Bding. Bding. Kat's cell phone chimes. It's 6:45 a.m. Brad finally rouses from his slumber at the sound of his wife's phone going off for what must be the dozenth time, though most of those he remembers as background noise in some trippy dream. Brad reaches behind his back for his wife. His hand searches to wake her up and answer her damn phone, but his arm falls instead into empty, cool sheets. He raises his groggy head and listens. He hears water sloshing gently and faint giggles from behind the bathroom door. "Ah... bath. But who is she texting? Sister probably" he thinks softly out loud. Seven a.m. Time to meet the day. Brad rises and moves toward the dresser to grab a pair of jeans. En route he stops to look in on his wife, perhaps show her the impressive tent he's made in his boxers. But to his dismay the door is locked. He gives it a jiggle. "Hello-ooo," he says into the door jamb. "Oh, sorry. I didn't want the kids to wake up and bother me while I took my bath. I'll be out in a minute," Kat replies before leaning up to turn on the hot water, warming her now chilly bath back up to a good steam. She sets her phone on the sink and lays back in her luxuriously large clawfoot tub. Her languid, naked body slides down into the water. Her knees rise as her feet meet the end of the tub. She lets her legs fall to either side, resting against the cool porcelain coated sides of the tub, exposing her soft, dark pink sex. "Who are you texting?" Brad asks. But Kat does not hear him from beneath the surface of her pool. All she can hear is the faint whistle from the hot water pipe and the drum of the water as it becomes bath. The drumming translates in her thoughts as the pounding of cock between her legs. Without conscious thought her hands have moved to her pussy. One hand provides pressure against her mound like a man's pelvis as the other toys her labia, rolling the lips between her thumb and fingers. Brad figures she's out of earshot, shrugs and moves on, grabbing his jeans and heading to the kitchen to put the coffee on. Within seconds Kat's right index finger has found its way into her body. She pulls her knees back to accept it, which lifts her feet. She extends her legs, letting her feet come to rest on the foot of the tub on either side of the faucet. She presses her heals down and scoots herself forward, forcing her right hand against the tub and her finger deeper inside. Additionally, the hot water is coming down with force enough to vibrate and massage her excited pussy. Triple threat. Her orgasm's close. She is so close now she can taste it. Her arms move around like she's operating an aquatic marionette, shaking her free floating breasts to and fro. A fleeting thought reminds her she hasn't taken a breath in God-knows-how-long. She doesn't care. There will be time for such frivolities later. Right now she needs to cum. She's arched her back, raising her sweet, round ass nearly out of the water as she pushes her vagina toward the source of her imminent release. The water plays over her pussy with a determination only she can appreciate. "O- Oh fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Ff-," she mouths. On the last "f" her face sticks, she bites down harder on her bottom lip as her young cum begins to flow, pulling her into a reality of pure, infinite bliss. Her left hand slides up her body to her needy tits. Groping them. Pinching the nipples to attention. Her right palm presses against her clit as she fucks herself with her digit like a small feminine cock. Her head jerks back and forth against the bottom of the tub like she's been caught by a dastardly sea monster, her hair tossing about like kelp beneath the tide. Stars burst in her mind's eye as it all washes over her. She is cumming. It is beautiful. It is sexy. It is Kat. She sits up. Reeling. Letting her senses come back into her body. She shampoos her hair, the suds falling over her blushed flesh as she rinses. She stands and dabs her body dry with a plush towel before stepping to the mat. She watches herself in the mirror as she opens the cabinet and grabs the deodorant. When she replaces it she notices the small bottle of scented oil. She picks it up and pours a little into her hand. She sets the decanter down and rubs the oil between her palms before spreading it over her body, giving her a goddess-like sheen. When she finally opens the door she finds Brad and the kids waiting to rush in to pee. She catches her husband's eye as they pass. She is dressed in her black cowboy boots, a blue denim skirt that comes to just above her knees, and a loose cotton halter top with a moderately low neckline, printed with a southwest design. Immediately he notices her breasts as they shake ever so faintly. She smiles up at him, grabbing her cardigan and heading to the kitchen. Soon to be joined by hungry little creatures. Brad evacuates last night's drinks, zips up and grabs his toothbrush. "Bding. Bding," Kat's phone announces. She left it on the sink. He picks it up, ready for the mystery texter to be brought to light. It's Chris. "save some for me!" Confused, Brad scrolls up into texts that apparently started last week. K: "u think about me?" C: "constantly" K: "specifically?" C: "i miss ur tits" K: "I bet u do" C: "I wish it would get warm already!" K: "we don't have to be outside you know" C: "true, but we got no where to go besides" K: "library?" C: "could work. risky tho. truck?" K: "too cramped. its sposed to be in the 60s next week" C: "ugh. nxt WEEK?" K: "am i not worth the w8?" C: "u r worth the world, m'dear" K: "ur so sweet" It had been nearly three weeks since Brad's best friend Chris had stayed the night at their house. The night Brad shared his wife for the first time in their relationship. For him it was the accumulated results of years of wishful thinking. But for her, it was an awakening. Since then his young wife's sexual appetite has been insatiable. At least everyday, sometimes two or three times she wants to fuck. Sometimes its intimate and sensual, but more often then not it's fierce and torrid. They've caught each other more then once watching the video on the computer of her and Chris. It always incites a manic fuck. Sometimes she calls out Chris's name while Brad fucks her from behind, prompting him to slam harder, changing the tone of his grunts and growls to imitate her lost lover. He had almost forgotten about Kat and Chris's date they'd set up en coitus. His cock twitches. He reads on. C: "so tomorrow its gonna be like 68. lunch?" K: "yes. finally! Hey, if it reaches 69 to i get prize?" C: "creampie?" K: "huh?" C: "nevrmind. 69 IS the prize" K: "i can liv with that. where we meet?" C: "cherokee park. 1130. shelter 3" K: "shd i eat before i cum?" C: "im gonna ;) " K: "okay. i c u there" Brad's stomach turns and releases a bouquet of butterflies. His dick swells as he realizes it's happening... again. His wife is going to have more sex, with another man. And she wants it. And Chris wants her. And Brad wants them to want it. He has never understood why but his fantasy of fantasies was always watching his wife get fucked. It gets him off something fierce. And a few weeks ago it finally happened. Fantasy cum reality. And now it's happening again. His mind spins. In four hours she'll probably have his best friend's cock between her legs. Brad slides his hand down and unzips his jeans, sliding his dick into his hand. He massages it as he reads on. C: "morning sexy. we still on for lunch?" K: "of course. u want i wear anything special?" C: "hmmm... something accessible. and boots!" K: "just cuz u wanna knock em. :D" C: "haha. well, uh, ya. and no underwear of course" K; "of course" C: "what'r u wearing rite now?" K: "nuthn. takin bath, getting ready 4 u" C: "so to get ready 4 me u make urself all wet huh? K: "i don't make me all wet hon. that'd b u." C: "glad to help. you touching yourself?" K: "yes" C: "what are you thinking about" K: "last time you were inside me" C: "that was awesome, huh" K: "the best! ...i wish it was you in me instead of my finger." C: "me too. send me pic." K: "sure" Attached is a picture of Kat's wonderful, full breasts, heavy and shiny wet, with just the bottoms touching the surface of the water. C: "Ooo lala. i want those in my mouth so bad right now. you make me so hard kat." Brad begins stroking faster as he sees the picture of his wife's naked chest on full display, knowing Chris has that same pic on his phone. He thinks about their impending lunch date, about Chris plunging his member into her body over and over and over again. Her nipples erect as Chris sucks them into his mouth. He picks the phone back up to see if he missed anything. Fuel for his fire. K: "c there. u just made me cum in my bath" C: "save some for me!" Just then Kat walks into the bathroom and stops short. She looks down at Brad flogging his rigid cock with one hand and her phone in the other. "Well, well, well," she says. Must be something in the air this morning. You... must've read my texts." He hands it to her, still jerking off with his right hand. Kat reads the newest text, smiles, and shoots back another message. She looks behind her to make sure the kids are our of sight. She slides toward Brad and shuts the door behind her. "You're going to be late for work if you don't hurry," she says. "Here. Maybe I can help speed things up" She sets the phone down and lifts her thin shirt, exposing her bare breasts to him. She shakes them back and forth for her husband. He reaches up and gently lays his hand on her left breast. She inhales, pressing it into his palm. He continues to pump his cock, looking from her shaking tits to her pouty lips set slightly apart. She licks her bottom lip. "Are you going to meet Chris for lunch?" He whispers. "Yes. Is that okay?" "Yes. Are you going to let him fuck you?" She nods. "Yes, I'm going to let him fuck me. Does that turn you on?" "If that's what you want." He says, getting close to cumming. "It is. I want Chris so bad. I want to return to work after lunch sore because he fucked me so hard." Brad's right on the verge now as his free hand slides down her stomach, across her skirt to her bare leg, then back up again. It's when he touches her freshly shaven pussy that he feels his balls begin to tighten. "A little surprise for your friend," she shares as she holds her shirt up with one hand and lifts her skirt with the other, exposing a rosy bald patch above her pussy. "You think he'll like it." "Y-yssssssssss" Brad releases along in reply along with a long rope of cum, which explodes into the air, landing on Kat's belly. She jumps back, "Don't you dare get my skirt dirty. I don't have time to change." She waits for him to wipe up, kisses him lovingly on the mouth and says goodbye. As she's walking out the door he stops her. "Call me," he politely commands. "When?" she asks in reply. "During your date. If I can't be there, I at least want to hear it." "We'll see," she says as she disappears out the door. Kat spends all morning in the office in a cold sweat, anticipating her lunch date with Chris. At 10 o'clock she is momentarily distracted by being culled into the board room for a conference call. She's bored out of her mind while the principals talk specs and codes. She watches impatiently as the clock ticks past 11. Not only is she bored but she is freezing. The office manager seems to turn on the A/C as soon as the fucking snow melts. She pulls her cardigan tight around her, but even the angola fabric cannot hide her stout nipples. More than once she catches Dan, one of the new guys, gazing down at her chest from across the table. Whereas before this would have made her uncomfortable and embarrassed, her newly awakened libido reacts with a warm tingle between her legs. Dan, however, goes beat red upon being caught undressing her with his eyes. "I've gotta get out of this goddamned office," she thinks. Her friend Samantha notices Kat's foot tapping rapidly on the floor. "Gotta hot date?" she asks. Kat just nods and throws her a wicked glance. "Luckeee," is all Samantha says in return. 11:15 the call finally wraps up. Kat grabs her purse and shoots out the door, not even bothering to say goodbye to her coworkers. If she hurries she can make it to the park in 20 minutes. She hops in her car, removes her sweater and throws it with her purse into the passenger seat and practically peels out leaving the parking lot. She's not ten minutes away from her destination when she suddenly sees flashing red and blue lights in her rear-view. "You have GOT to be kidding me," she exclaims out loud. She pulls over and waits, drumming her fingers in the open window space of the door. The officer takes his time getting out of his car, as they always do. As he walks up she notices her skirt has ridden high, exposing a dangerous amount of creamy white flesh. She sits up and shimmies as she pulls it back down. When he gets to the window the first thing he notices, as he always does, is the beautiful valley the seatbelt has created between her large tits, pulling the thin fabric tight against her body. She looks up at him as he scans down her torso, over her smooth legs until they disappear into the darkness of her sexy boots. "You have any idea why I pulled you over?" he asks, annoyance in his voice. "I don't, I'm sorry. I'm late for a lunch date," she replies. "Well you're going to be even later now, aren't you? I clocked you at 42 in a 25 and you blew right through that stop sign back there. I need your license and proof of insurance." She sniffles a bit as her eyes begin to swell. She chokes back the tears as she fumbles through her purse. She's looking for the sympathy vote, a move she's gotten away with more than once. He of course takes the opportunity, while she gathers her info, to run his gaze down the front of her bare shoulders to the swell of her tits. His dick is half-swollen as she hands him her info. While he makes sure everything's current, she takes the opportunity to spy the swell in his trousers, causing her pussy to moisten against her will. "You hidin' anything in there?" He asks accusingly, looking around her vehicle. "No." "Cuz when I walked up here I saw you movin around quite a bit in your seat. You got drugs in there?" "No, sir. I swear it." "Hmm. Somehow I don't believe you. I'll need you to prove it. Lift your skirt up." She hesitates. "I'm not fuckin around here, now let's go!" he commands, startling her. "Um, well... okay," she replies softly as she grabs the fabric of her skirt. She raises her butt off the seat and slowly inches the fabric back, stopping short of her private area. "Keep goin'" he directs. She looks up sheepishly at him before looking sheepishly away, then pulls the denim all the way back until the top of her sex is visible between her closed legs. She lowers back down in her seat and looks up at him. "See. Nothin," she tells him. "What about under your legs?" he asks, looking around nervously to make sure they're not being watched. He adds almost inaudibly "Spread your legs." She drops her eyes from his, then slowly complies, spreading her knees apart, bringing her glistening pussy into full view. Her baldness gives him an unobstructed view of her young dark pink cunt lips. Her nipples grow stiff with the forced exhibitionism, fighting the blouse for freedom. "Uh-h-hh" the cop shudders. "Satisfied?" she asks. "We've got an attempt 211 to arrest at 614 Locust," his radio blares from his shoulder, snapping him out of his trance. "Who is responding?" "Fuck," he mutters, grabbing for the device. "This is Morgan. I'm close." He hands her back her info. "Just SLOW it down. And ma'am..." "Yes." "Thank you." With that he adjusts his stiff erection, turns and hustles back to his squad car. He flips on his sirens as he accelerates around Kat's sedan. She breathes a sigh of relief that the situation is over. Horniness aside she was starting to get a little nervous. She shoots Chris a text: "running L8. be there in a few." When she pulls up she sees him sitting under shelter number 3, a rugged location with a roof and a picnic table on a rough grass floor, surrounded by trees. She can see a few paths criss-crossing through the forest, but at 1130 on a Tuesday in March she figures they're pretty secluded. She gets out of her car, slinging her sweater over her shoulder. Chris sits on the picnic table, his back to her as she approaches. He faces the park's small lake. "You're late," he says, not even turning toward her. "I'm sorry. It's been one thing after another this morning. But I'm here now," she says. "I'd say you've got some making up to do." "Oh, yeah," she says, coming around front of him, scooting between his legs and wrapping her arms around his neck. "What'd you have in mind?" Before he can answer she presses her lips into his, her mouth opening his. He accepts her tongue into his mouth and presses his own tongue against it. She pulls him tight into her. His hands slide along her bare shoulder blades, digging into her flesh. He relaxes his hands and slides them down her back to rest on her ass. He lifts her loose skirt, groping and kneading the sweet flesh of her round, soft ass as they make out. "Well... that's a start," he says, pulling away and looking her over. "Is this acceptably accessible?" she asks. "We'll find out," he replies as he reaches to unzip his fly. "Now, for the rest of your penance." Kat watches Chris free his soft cock from his jeans. She licks her lips at the sight as she lowers herself onto her knees among the leaves and sparse grass. He runs his fingers through her hair as she sucks his manhood into her mouth, hands resting on his quads. She smashes his cock into the roof of her mouth, stroking it forward and back with her tongue. He groans. She can feel his dick inflate in her hot mouth as she sucks. In mere moments she's forced to back off before she chokes. She grabs the base of his erection with her right hand and slowly pumps as she descends her mouth over the top 75%. She breaks free long enough to mutter, "If you call this punishment, then I'm afraid I've been a very, very naughty girl." She returns to her task with passionate delight. She accepts his cock into her mouth once more. His grip in her hair has tightened and he now presses against the back of her head, forcing her further onto his meat as she sucks fervently. "I don't have much time and, uhhhh, I still have to eat," he tells her. "So let's trade places, huh?" She pulls off of him reluctantly. "You're the boss." They stand and embrace. He tilts his head down and finds her mouth with his own. They kiss a few short, almost loving pecks with soft lips. Then his tongue licks around her lips. He traces the pouty bottom lip, following around the dainty curves of the top lip. She stretches her own tongue out to flick his invitingly. He accepts and follows her lead back into her wanton mouth. He can taste a faint saltiness on her breathe as he spins them slowly and lifts her onto the picnic table. He leans hard into the kiss, forcing her down to rest on her elbows. He breaks free and stands up. She smiles as she watches him looking her over, growling audibly. She does not protest as he massages her tits atop the thin fabric of her shirt. They are so soft and so large. So perfect. He reaches behind her neck to the clasp of her halter. He releases it in one fluid motion and pulls it down, unveiling her profound works of beauty. As if timed by nature herself, a cool breeze glides off the lake and across her bare chest, making her nipples pucker while he watches eagerly. Unable to resist, Chris leans down and takes them into his mouth. First one nipple, then the other. His hot mouth feels warm, radiant even, sucking and nibbling her cool, goose-bump laden breasts. She lets her head fall back into space, closing her eyes and relishing the feeling of Chris' mouth on her body. His hands are sliding up the sides of her globes, pressing them together. Stroking them. He pauses on her right breast, savoring the feeling. Trying to take a snapshot with his mind of the feeling of Kat's full nipple beneath his tongue. "Perfection," he whispers as he gives each a final, gentle kiss before moving his attention southward. Kat's Lunch Date At The Park On his way to her legs, Chris pulls her shirt down further to kiss the underside of her tits and her ribcage. She jerks slightly and giggles as he hits a tickle nerve, making her tits knock his forehead. "Did you just hit me?" he asks her with a wry smile. "You made me do it," she smiles back at him, pushing the top of his head down. Chris lifts her butt and rotates her body 90 degrees. He sits back on the bench as she scoots back, letting her bootheels come to rest on the edge of the picnic table. Chris smiles as he finds himself squarely between Kat's naked thighs; the place he's been thinking about nonstop for weeks. He hikes her skirt up to around her belly and comes face to face with her smooth, clean valley. "Well that's new," he comments. "You like it? I did it this morning in the bath while we were texting." "That's so fucking hot." "Which part? The shaving or the fact that I was doing it while we were texting?" "Both!" "Good. I'm glad you like it. But you're supposed to LiCK it." "Ohhh, yes ma'am." Kat lays her back firmly into the wooden boards of the table. She looks up into the blue background of the forest canopy. Her worries and frustrations blow away with the wind as Chris kisses the insides of her thighs. He kisses and licks her smooth legs, up to the flesh surrounding her pussy. His tongue tracing the smooth skin, close enough to smell her horniness. As he makes contact with her cunt, she instinctively presses her hips forward, forcing her pussy into his face. He takes it dutifully. Chris keeps his eyes open, so he can watch her body as he french kisses her beautiful young cunt. This cunt that till a few weeks ago belonged solely to his best friend. This cunt that he has fantasized about for years. He pauses for another mental snapshot. It's not going to be enough. He reaches into his pocket and grabs his cell phone. He holds it back from his face and snaps a shot of his tongue buried deep in Kat's pussy. He pulls back and snaps another of her clean shaven pussy by itself before returning to his task. As his tongue penetrates her hole Kat lets out a relaxed moan of pleasure. He can taste her sultry musk, her arousal, her sweat and her womanhood. He tilts his head to the side and takes her lips in his. As he massages her labia with his mouth, his outstretched tongue moves back and forth like a pendulum, teasing her entrance. He mouths at her sex like a kitten over spilled milk, consuming her, darting his tongue into her depths. Meanwhile, while Chris is busy eating Kat out, she reaches for her sweater. She nonchalantly takes out her cellphone and dials her husband. Once she hears it ringing she turns down the volume and sets it back on the table. Brad's having lunch with his coworkers at a chinese buffet. He retrieves his phone from his pocket, sees the call is from his wife and excuses himself from the table. "Hello. Hello? Hello-oo?" She can hear Brad faintly through the handset. Brad on the other hand only hears muffled static. He finds a quiet corner and sticks his finger in his other ear. Then he hears something, a moan. His eyes widen as he realizes exactly what's happening. His loving wife is going to indulge him after all and let him hear her exploits. Brad hears her moans grow as Chris finds her clit with his tongue. He pushes it around like a joystick. Kat has her hands on the back of Chris's head. She starts out rubbing his soft hair affectionately but as he continues his assault she finds herself pressing and manipulating his head between her open thighs. "Fuckin hell, Kat. You taste sooo good. I could eat you for breakfast lunch and dinner. But today I s'pose lunch will have to do." Brad can hear every word. His dick swells. He promptly pays the cashier and heads out to his truck. He drives away from the restaurant, toward the industrial end of town as he releases his cock from it's confines. He puts the phone on speaker and sets it beside him. He can hear kissing and sucking noises above his wife's moans. Chris must still be eating her out he derives. Chris slides his hands over Kat's bare legs, up and down. One hand moves in for the assist, while the other drops to his own needs. He strokes his cock with his left hand as his right presses circles against her wet cunt. She moans louder as his middle finger slips through the wet folds and into her pussy. He inserts just to the first knuckle and begins slowly massaging her luxurious wet snatch as his tongue continues its labored assault. Kat cannot stand the teasing any longer. She tries pulling him up gingerly by his head, but when he resists she grabs his ears and pulls him up forcefully. "I said get UP here," she insists. "I want your dick inside me. I NEED you to fuck me... now." She lifts her head enough to zero in on his meat. She grabs it and directs it toward her wide open cunt. They both watch with bated breath as the head of his cock penetrates her body. "Wait," he says, pulling out again. "What? What is it?! Why did you stop?" "Well, I had another position in mind, just to start." "Like what?" she asks with more than a hint of annoyance in her voice. Chris grabs her hand and pulls her sitting up. He sits down on the bench behind him again. "Well with the boots and all, I kinda thought you'd look mighty fine as my little cowgirl." She smiles down at him, lets her feet fall to the ground and stands in front of him. He takes the opportunity to feast on her supple melons. While he's sucking and kissing her once again, Kat takes a minute to look around. Through the trees, a couple hundred yards out on the lake she spots a lone fisherman. She looks back and removes Chris's shirt. He turns his body so his legs straddle the bench and he lays back. Feeling all riled up, and a bit nasty, Kat realizes that if she straddles Chris standard cowgirl, she'd have her back to the lake. Not one to miss an opportunity to do a good deed, Kat turns her back instead on Chris, fully facing the lake and her new secret admirer. She throws a leg over Chris, straddling his stomach, letting her wet, hot pussy come to rest on his tight abs, scooting around just enough; tracing his belly with her hot cunt. She leans forward, arches her back and directs his pole toward her fertile garden. Kat descends upon his manhood. Together they let out a joint moan of satisfaction. She sits up, letting her voyeur get a full frontal as she rides Chris's cock. With her boots planted firmly on the ground she can raise and lower her body with relative ease. Chris watches his hands on Kat's ass, his cock disappearing and reappearing in the shadow beneath her as she loses him within her tight folds. She slows, letting her full weight come to rest on his lap. His cock completely submerged in this beautiful woman. She turns back and smiles at him. "Yeee-ha," she says. "You're bigger than I recall, sir" she confesses. "Well thank you. You like my cock?" he asks in return. "Chris. I LOVE your cock. I love to see it. I love to touch it and taste it. And I especially love, uhhng," she continues as her movements resume, "to ride it." Kat leans forward, resting her hands on the bench between his knees. She quickens her pace. Chris watches the delicate ripples of soft flesh of her ass as she bounces up and down on his dick. He can feel his cum start to will its way up so he stops her. "Turn around," he commands, buying himself some time. She obediently complies, carefully spinning her body 180 degrees, keeping his cock locked deep in her pussy as she does. She resumes her movements, bouncing and twirling her hips as Chris cheers her on with his moans. He watches her tits bounce and shake back and forth. Her hands rest on his chest, kneading the muscles beneath the taught skin. They pause as they hear a dog collar off in the distance. They both look over to see a middle aged man in jeans and a t-shirt walking his dog down one of the paths. Kat looks back at Chris and they smile at each other. She continues her movement. The man stops and watches. Kat looks over and sees him. She arches her back, thrusting her large tits into prominent view. The man takes his cock out and begins to stroke it as he watches the show. Kat loves it. She smiles wickedly at Chris as she begins bouncing up and down on his cock with force. "Uh uh uh uh. Ooooooh fuck Chris. Your cock feels so fucking nice" she pants. "You like being watched, huh?" He asks. "Guess so," she replies as she continues to ride her stud. She continues this for at least another 5 minutes before she gets winded and slows down. Right as she does their nearest voyeur, now on his knees, cums onto the path. Kat sees this and smiles. She leans down and kisses Chris, sliding her tongue next to his. They make out like teenagers as he thrusts his cock upward, pistoning up into her driving pussy. Keeping his tongue in her mouth, Chris puts his hand around her back and sits up. He throws a leg back over the bench, grabs her firmly by the ass and stands up. She hangs on tightly around his neck as they make out. Her tits smashed against his chest. They stand there for a spell, continuing to thrust against one another, not wanting to waste a second of this fleeting time they've found together. He lays her back on the picnic table. She lets her feet rest on the bench behind him, laying back and spreading her legs for her lover. He wastes no time and pushes in completely, filling her pussy with his meat. "Ooooohhhhhh, yaaa. Just like that. That feels soooo good" she moans. "I agree," Chris adds as his cock glides slowly out, then all the way back to the hilt. She is hot. She is wet. She is tight. "I agree as well," Brad says to himself as he envisions the scene unfolding on the other end of the line. He has found the gravel parking lot of a defunct factory where he can whip off in peace. Chris secures Kat by her waist and begins thrusting. Slow out. Hard in. He watches her tits move to his choreography. She stares at him staring at her. Her eyes filled with lust. Her mouth agape. Chris looks around and spots the boatman. He has drifted closer. Closing the distance between them by half. Chris picks up his pace, adding a gyration to his powerful thrusts. Brad hears a cross between labored grunt and a gasp escaping his wife's lips, timed with his friend's rhythmic fucking. Slaps of flesh against flesh. It's too much, Brad pulls down on his cock and releases a torrent of cum onto the floorboard of his truck. Good timing too, looks like another car just pulled in. He zips up and drives back to work while his wife continues her lunch. So aroused by her writhing body beneath him, Chris reaches up and massages Kat's full, soft chest, trapping her erect nipples between his fingers, squeezing them as he gropes her. He pushes his cock in deep, grinding into her, backs out and slams in again, grinding, slamming, grinding, slamming. "Uh, uh, uh... Oh, oh oh, oh. Ho- holyshit" Kat ramps up for an explosive orgasm. "Don'tstop" she commands. Chris continues the twisting thrusts exactly as is, watching her close her eyes, place her hands over his on her tits, and cum. "Harder" she breathes. He gives her what she wants. He drives into her with wild abandon. In turn she cums and she cums some more, shaking and gyrating her pelvis hard into his. Her skin blushes as she releases her hot cum over and around his swollen cock. It escapes from her body, mixing into his pubic hair. "Oh, Oh, OHH, OHmygod yes. Yes. YESSSssss!!!" She exclaims. She pauses, letting everything sink in to its fullest. The feeling and the sight overcomes Chris. In a move he's been thinking about for the past three weeks, he withdraws his cock until just the tip rests barely in her pussy. He reaches down with his right hand and grasps his cock firmly. Giving it a few powerful strokes he releases a flood of seed into the entrance to her womb. He watches it spill out of her, covering her pussylips with his sticky cum as it runs down the crack of her ass and pools on the picnic table. He gives a few thrusts into her depths, watching as his cock forces his cum into her willing young body. He stays buried inside as he leans down to give her a sweet kiss on the mouth. She lets out a long, relaxed breath as she falls gracefully from her summit. "How was that?" Chris asks his lover. "WONderful," Kat replies, stretching her arms above her head. He stands up, nodding toward her vagina. "That, m'dear, is a creampie." She sits up and looks at his cum leaking from her pussy. "I see. And that's a big turn on for you?" "Bigtime," he answers. As they clean up she mentions "You know Brad went out and got me the Plan B after the last time we got together." "What? Damnit. Did you take it?" "Well I kind of had to." "Is he gonna do that every time?" She thinks for a moment. "Only the times he knows about. Besides, I wouldn't be lying if I told him that this time you came ON me and not IN me." "Sneaky girl." They kiss goodbye and return to work. Kat has to sit on a fast food napkin on her drive back lest she end up with a wet spot on the back of her skirt. What Kat doesn't realize until she gets back to the freezing-ass office is that she's left her cardigan at the park. It must've fallen from the table and she didn't notice. Once back at her desk, she looks down and sees her nipples standing at full attention. Damnit. She makes a vain attempt to stay hidden behind her computer for the afternoon, but at about 4:30 Dan comes into her office. He asks her a question about one of the projects they're working on together in Atlanta. Reluctantly, she stands and walks to the filing cabinets. She opens the middle drawer, hiding her tits from Dan's view, but can't find the file. She closes the drawer and, giving in to the situation, bends to the lowest drawer where she knows the file really is. Her neckline droops as she searches. Dan's eyes grow wide as he bares witness to Kat's braless, heavy tits hanging down as she thumbs the files. To his delight her head is down and attention elsewhere. His dick swells in his pants as he realizes he can see the entirety of her left breast, from inside to outside. He even spies her nipple, erect, hanging beneath her globe like a pink suction cup. She glances up without moving her head, noticing the fast-growing bulge in his slacks. She casts her gaze back down and can see the low hanging neckline of her shirt. Her pussy moistens. Dan continues to stare, he can see between her tits, all the way to her stomach. He's in awe. He almost cums at the mere sight of it. Kat finds the file and stands up. "Here it... is?" There is no one there, Dan has fled before his erection is discovered. He returns to his desk, playing over what he just saw in his mind. She delivers them to his desk, where his embarrassment is hidden safely below his desk. She watches his eyes. He doesn't make eye contact, but looks to the file she's set on his desk, then up to her erect nipples poking into the thin blouse. She smiles and returns to her own desk. Unable to concentrate, Dan distracts himself in the final minutes of the day, as Kat does, by checking the end-of-day email report. They both see the big news at the same time. "So... next week we go to Atlanta," she hollers across the corridor. "Guess so," is all he can reply. "Well, you book the plane. I'll book the hotel," she says as a fresh tingle circulates through her pussy.