2 comments/ 39963 views/ 5 favorites In The Park By: grlanachronism78 I heard the buzz of the alarm go off and grumbled a little as I turned around to turn it off. The blue lights on the clock read five. I sat up and stretched, wishing that it was the weekend. I got up; put on my glasses; grabbed the ashtray and my cigarettes; and proceeded to the kitchen for my morning coffee. As I turned on the recess lighting in the living room, my one year old American bulldog looked up at me from his position on the couch. He grunted and I spoke, "Yeah Bo I know. Its early but what can you do." I made my coffee, grabbed the laptop and sat down at the kitchen table. Bo came over, putting his massive black and white head on my lap. I petted his ears while he yawned. I cooed at him, "such a pretty boy. Look at you. You about ready for your walk?" He perked up and began gnawing on my hand. This is Bo's way of affection, trying to eat you. I told him to stop as I got up. I found my shoes and coat. It was warm for February, but my coat was still needed. I wished for summer. I hated wearing a coat out for a walk. Bo was bad enough trying to handle. His massive 120 pound body was too big for me if he caught hold of something he wanted. I grabbed the leash and met Bo at the door. It took a minute to leash him. He gets overly excited and will not listen to commands, but soon we were out the door. The wind was cold and I pulled my coat to me. I looked around at my still pitch black neighborhood and longed for summer again. Bo and I made pretty good time. I have always joked that I keep, puppy pace, which basically means I jog and Bo walks. We made it down to the park; Bo's favorite spot. Here he can be free, there is no one up this early in the morning; and I can take him off his leash and let him run around. I took him off the leash and giggled as he stood there for a minute, "go get'em boy! Go on." He looked back at me once before taking off. I watched him run; I watched all the muscles in his body tense and release as he played around. He is a true killing machine. I heard noises on the path and whistled for Bo as I thought, "fuck I hope he comes to me. Someone else decided that they should walk this early, fucking up Bo's whole deal!" I knew if I could not get him back, I'd have trouble. Bo doesn't like people. He's not meant to; he's meant to kill anyone he thinks may threaten me. He thinks the wind threatens me. I could see him way off in the distance and I lit a cigarette, while calling for him again, "C'mon douche! Let's go!" The person was getting closer, and it was making me nervous to think of someone else out here with me in a semi-secluded area. I saw him then, and he had a dog. "Oh fucking great! Just another reason to get sued!" Bo wasn't paying any attention to me or the other person. He'd found something that was fun. The man walked up to me on the left hand side, "morning, loose your dog?" "No, I let him go. He likes it. Usually there's no one else here." "Yeah my dog likes it too. I am usually here later, but I woke up early today." I nodded, "Hmm." I called for Bo again. I felt scared. I was happy when I saw Bo start running towards me, but then my heart dropped when something else caught his attention and off he went. The man chuckled, "he still a pup? What kind is he?" "Yes. And he's an American Bulldog." "Oh he looked like a Pit." I always got a little offended when people told me this. Bo doesn't look like a Pit at all, no where close. "No. He could eat Pit for breakfast. He's closest relative is the Bull Mastiff." "Oh that's why he's so fucking big." "Yeah and usually protective." "Is he aggressive?" "Depends on what you mean by that." He nodded his head and I shook mine and sighed. I hated being a bitch, though I'm extremely good at it, "look Guy. I gotta get my dog and go so I can go to work. It would be in your best interest if you weren't around when he comes to me." "I get the picture lady. You don't have to be so mean." "Whatever." He began to walk away and I started to head towards Bo. I got halfway through the field when I felt myself being knocked over and the weight of someone on my small frame. I tried to call out but I hand went over my mouth. As I looked up to see where Bo was, I saw the man's German Sheppard sitting in front of me. "Listen, bitch, just shut up. And if you call that dog over, I'll fucking kill you." I nodded and whimpered as I felt my jogging pants being pulled down. I felt the man's other hand run across my ass, "you gotta a nice ass slut. Firm and round, just like I like'em." I tensed and felt my head being shaken from side to side. "Say thank you bitch! I gave you a compliment." I didn't know what else to do and gave a meek thank you. "That'a girl. I'm-a 'bout to tear this fine ass up. You ready?" To avoid any complications I nodded my head. "Good girl." I felt his weight shift as he took out his cock. He ran it up and down my ass crack. I could feel it getting hard and I realized how big and fat his cock was. I tensed again. This was going to hurt, and hurt bad. I was a little mad at myself; I was in this situation that I found frightening, but I was also being aroused by it. I've always been the type of girl who liked to be taken by force, and this was as forceful as it came. My pussy was drenched, though, I didn't want it to be. My clit was throbbing, and I knew the minute his cock was shoved in me, I would come. I heard him mutter, "here it comes, bitch." Then felt his cock jam into my tight little pussy. I let out a scream of both pleasure and pain. My body began to shake and as I knew, I came in a matter of seconds, spraying juices all over his cock. "Goddamn, you are enjoying this aren't you?" I stretched out and decided to take it. I was enjoying it so why not. "Yeah now fuck me." "You want it. You got it slut." He jammed his thick cock in and out of my pussy, holding my throat tightly as I moved my ass with him. "C'mon you sick bastard. Fuck me! Harder! Give me that fucking cock. Is that all you got, you fucking pussy!" He growled and pulled me up on to my knees. He grabbed my hips and started thrusting all his weight into me. My pussy hurt; I could feel his cock in my belly and I could feel jabbing pain, like all my organs were being pushed up and out of position. "You nasty little fucking whore. This the way you like it? You like getting that pussy hurt?" "Yes! Fuck it! Give it to me." "I'm-a give you something." He moved and spun me around, shoving his cock in my mouth. He fucked my throat as hard as he fucked my pussy. Tears began to roll down my cheeks as my throat felt like it was on fire. He grunted and shoved his cock further down my throat, holding my head there. I felt his hot cum shoot from him and hit my throat. I choked and coughed, spitting cum all over. He pulled my head from him, looked down, and smiled, "that's a good girl. You be here tomorrow at the same time and I'll give you more what you like." I nodded as I wipe cum from my cheeks. "yes Sir." He grabbed his dog and walked away. I got up and saw Bo sitting not too far from me. "Come here douche." He came over and I leashed him back up. I patted him on the head, "what a guard dog you are." He cocked his head up to me and I laughed as we walked back home. In The Park. It’s dark, it's silent. They're in a quiet area, no-one around, especially not late at night, like it is now. They've been out, to the movies, a nice normal romantic kind of date, and, neither of them wanting to go home, an impulsive decision was made... the park. They're walking round the oval, holding hands, talking... Looking at the moon and the stars. She breaks away, starts spinning in circles, enjoying the freedom and the sheer craziness of the situation. He laughs, watches, but doesn’t join in. Eventually she collapses on the grass, her world spinning. He sits down next to her; she wriggles around, and uses his lap for a pillow. He's stroking her hair, they're talking about sex. They’re both virgins, and find sex an exceedingly curious topic to discuss. Seems so very taboo... He leans forward to kiss her. She responds, wrapping her arms up and around his neck, pulling him forward. He moves her gently so he can lie down on the soft grass next to her. Still kissing, tongues intertwined, he's stroking her stomach with one hand, her hands are clenched in his hair as their kisses become more and more lust-filled, she's moaning into his mouth. The kiss is broken; they pull away, gasping for breath, looking into each others eyes. She nods, imperceptibly, and he leans forward and kisses her again, a gentle, soft kiss this time. Moving slowly down her neck, her collar bone, and down till he reaches the collar of her shirt, he slowly pulls the zipper down, revealing her breasts, covered in only a flimsy satin bra. Kissing the top of each round white breast, he reaches behind and unclasps the bra. She reaches her arms out and he pulls it off over each one, slowly, dragging out the anticipation. She's feeling new sensations now, as she watches him, watches what he is doing to her, as she thinks about what he is going to do next. He gently bites on one nipple, pulling the other with his free hand, she gasps in shock, unaware that such an action could produce such a feeling. He sits up again, and removes his own shirt. She runs her hands down his body, feeling the smooth skin on his chest, running them further and further down, to his crotch, to unexplored territory. She can see his hardness through his pants, a growing bulge; she is excited and confused, unsure about what she wants and what she is going to do. He leans down and undoes the top button on her ass-hugging jeans, then pulls down the zipper. She lifts her ass and her thighs up off the ground, allowing him to pull them down her legs, revealing her panties, pink, how innocent. And how ironic. He reaches one hand down, and gently rubs her mound via her underwear, causing her to moan and shiver. She is trying to undo his belt, he pulls away and stops her, he undoes it himself, then his button and zipper, pulling his pants off for her, and his boxers, she can see him now, and to her he is everything. He pulls her pink panties down and off, and lowers himself on top of her, she can feel his hardness at the very edge of her self, and then he starts pushing in, just a little bit at first, then he pulls out, and then in again. His cock is sliding further and further into her pussy every time, she is moaning at the new and oh-so-exciting feelings within her. This thrust, he is all the way in, and her eyes widen in shock, and the pain, as she is broken, she lets out a little scream, he leans forward and kisses her. "It’s alright, it’s alright. Hush. I'm sorry. I’m sorry. It’s alright, I swear." "I know ... I know. I’m fine. Please, keep going...” He thrusts back in, then out again, and now she is moving with him, they have a rhythm going, up and down, and up and down, faster and faster, he's beginning to sweat and pant, and she is moaning and bucking under him, feeling his cock inside her, they've moving together, they know what should happen, she is tingling, from her stomach, down her legs, she is using one hand to pull at her own nipples, without even realizing she is doing it, she's tossing her head. He can feel himself, his cock, throbbing, and pulsating, with the need for release, he can feel her pussy is getting wetter and wetter and he know she is about to cum as well, her first orgasm, and his, together, and they’re moving faster and faster, moaning and gasping and panting, his cock sliding in and out of her wet pussy faster and faster and harder and then all of a sudden, it’s like an explosion inside her, and she lets out a gasp of pure pleasure as he cums inside her. He can feel her vagina muscles tightening around him, setting him off, and he is inside her, and he is cumming. He leans forward, kissing her on the lips, as he pulls his softening cock out of her aching pussy. "Thank you." In the Park It was almost noon and I was close to the park so I decided to eat my lunch at one of the benches. When I finished up I dropped my trash in the trashcan and headed over to the restroom. There were no ulterior motives, I simply needed to urinate. Stepping inside I was immediately hit with the stench. I considered leaving, but I needed to go pretty urgently and since I was just going to piss... I mean urinate, I took a deep breath and then went inside. Breathing only though my mouth I walked over the wet, stained floors past two urinals that were stopped up from paper towels, cigarette butts and what looked like chewing tobacco. While I had noticed the door to one of the stalls was closed, I ignored it, figuring it was the source of the incredible stench, and simply unzipped and began to urinate. I was nearly finished when a man wearing a nicely polished pair of shoes and designer jeans stepped to the urinal next to me. After noticing his shoes and jeans, I glanced a bit higher and saw he already was out. It was immediately evident that he wasn't there to urinate because he was fully erect. I initially glanced away, but it was obvious he wanted me to watch and, now I'm not gay, but it did catch my attention as he began stroking himself. He was what I'd call large, and I'd not seen many uncircumcised cocks before so I did look back at him. Mind you, I'm not gay, but simply watching him slide his hand up and down his hard cock, the head slipping in and out of the foreskin was fascinating. Although I had finished urinating, I didn't put my cock back into my pants, I simply stood there holding it. Oddly, my cock began to harden as I continued watching him. "You have a nice cock," the man murmured, between his soft moans. "Excuse me," I said, glancing up at his face for the first time. With a slight smile he repeated, "You have a nice cock," his dark eyes looked downward. "There's an odd beauty to the cut ones." "Thanks," was all I could think of to say. I noticed a single round spot of graying in the short stubble of his beard before I glanced back downward. His hand was stroking up the length of his shaft and sliding out over the head and then turning downward. Releasing himself he'd then reach back to the base of the cock and repeated the motion. I had just started stroking my cock when he reached his hand in front of me and asked, "May I?" Now I'm not gay, but I nodded and stepped back from the urinal slightly. He reached down and lightly ran his fingers along the shaft and then lightly over the head of my cock. Then, cupping his hand around me, he slowly began stroking me. He stood there for a few moments stroking me and himself. He suddenly paused and when I looked up to his face he nodded toward an open stall and said, "Why don't we?" I nodded and quickly moved toward the stall, glancing over at the closed door and remembering the stench. The man noticed what I was looking at and winced to me as he held open the empty stall door. As I stepped inside he immediately crouched down, grasped my cock with his left hand and slid his mouth over me. His head began to bob back and forth as he reached down with his right hand and began stroking his cock again. Well, it had been some time since I had had any sex, so with the incredible suction he applied to my cock and the way he worked his hand up and down my shaft it wasn't long before I could feel the pressure building in my balls. Looking down I watched as his lips moved back and forth on me, his cheeks drawing inward with the suction. I arched my back and moaned as I came, spurting my cum into his mouth. Now, before I could reciprocate or even say thanks to him, he stood up and rushed out of the stall. He then ran over to the stall with the closed door, forced it open and stepped inside. With the motion of the door opening I was slapped with such a dose of the stench that I simply zipped up my zipper and rushed for the door. I didn't bother washing my hands or anything, I got out into the fresh air and took a deep breath. I paused for a short while, wondering what happened to the man but he didn't come out and since I wasn't about to go back into the restroom I walked directly back to my car and drove away. *** I was about to lay the pen down when I heard one of the officers say, "Could you sign and date that?" Nodding, I grabbed the pad, signed my name and asked, "The date?" "The tenth," he replied. I wrote down the date and then asked, "Can I go now?" "Well, I need to get this over to another detective and I need to talk to the DA, but I think we've got it worked out why traces of your DNA were found on the body. Give me a few minutes." I waited. After about ten minutes the officer returned and said, "Good news, we'd rounded up a few people and think we may have found your friend." "My friend?" "From the restroom." "He wasn't my friend," I replied indignantly. "Sorry, sorry, figure of speech. We found the man and wondered if you would mind looking at a line up?" "I could try but I didn't really see his face much, I mean I was looking..." "I know, I know, you were looking at his..." "Hey, I'm not gay." "No, no, but we can't very well ask these guys to whip out their... we actually we probably can, but let's see how you do with the line up as is okay?" I nodded and then followed him into another room. There was a window covered with a shade on one side of the room. On the other side of the room there was a table where one police officer sat with a notebook. Another policeman stood with a nicely dressed woman next to a wall with an intercom on it. "Are you ready?" the policeman asked. I nodded and watched him grab the cord on the shade and pull it down. Looking into the room I saw five men, all in nice jeans with fancy shoes. Damn, at first glance they all looked alike. Focusing, I stared down at the shoes, remembering the fine polished shoes, how odd they looked standing in the piss and filth on the floor. I recognized one pair of shoes, but then noticed there were two others very similar. I looked back up at the policeman and kind of shrugged. "Take your time. As you know they can't see you. Do you recall any distinguishing featured, a tattoo or a scar?" "Scar?" I thought to myself, not a scar but yes. I glanced up at their faces and yes there it was. "Number three," I said. "Number three?" "Yes, yes I am sure of it. It's the round patch of gray in his beard. He's the one," I confirmed as they lowered the shade. Stepping out of the room I waited until the officer I wrote out my statement for walked up and said, "Okay, you are free to go now, just let us know if you leave town for an extended amount of time." "No problem," I replied. "Good, let me walk you out," he said, pointing toward the door. As we walked he said, "You know the perpetrator admitted to having sex with the victim, but that he was fine when he left him. He says he went straight home, says he didn't see or do anything with anyone else." "And yet..." "Well, he did fit the description in a number of complaints we've had from people in the park. Loitering perhaps some solicitation involved. Apparently he picked up men in the park as opposed to bars or other places." "Here's my car." "Okay and thanks again for your help. Sorry about having to hold you there, the whole DNA thing kind of threw us." "At least we caught the murder," I replied climbing into my car. As I pulled out of the parking lot I breathed a sigh of relief, glad the police bought my story. In the Park Laura smiled as her boyfriend, John, returned to where she was sitting with drinks for the two of them. As he made his way through the club to her she admired the young man she found so attractive. John was tall, several inches over six feet, and thin and toned from working a physically demanding job without being overly muscular; in short, exactly what Laura preferred. "You're sexy." She said, as he sat down and handed her drink to her. "So are you." Replied John, with a smile. And indeed she was, also tall and thin with long blond hair, small but perky and perfectly shaped breasts. Tonight she had chosen a dress that came scarcely to mid thigh and showed off her long legs, which she considered her best feature. For a few minutes they chatted and worked their way through their drinks while watching the people on the dance floor, most of whom were college students, like the two of them. As they were nearly finishing up their drinks Laura's favorite song came on. "Come on, finish your drink so we can go dance!" she exclaimed with a little yelp of delight. John just smiled and gulped the rest of his drink before raking her hand and leading her out onto the dance floor. The two joined the rest of the people and the dance floor and started dancing with each other. Their dancing quickly turned into grinding with each other, as many other couples on the floor were doing too. Before long John started moving his hands from their place on Laura's hips to lower on her thighs below the hem of her dress. At the feel of his hands on her bare legs Laura let out a little moan and pushed her hips back into his. With these signs of encouragement John's hands starting moving their way around her body as they continued grinding to the music. Laura was enjoying the feel of his strong hands gently but firmly running over her body, and enjoying even more that she could feel his growing erection pressing against her as they danced. She too was getting turned on and could feel some wetness starting to develop between her legs. As the sexual tension built for both of them Laura let one of her hands slip behind her to briefly squeeze John's now fully hard cock through his jeans. She felt his fingers tighten momentarily tighten where they were on her sides before moving upward and squeezing her breasts in return. "You're naughty." She whispered over her shoulder even as she got more excited at being fondled like that in the middle of a crowded dance floor. "You started it." John replied in her ear, which he followed up by nibbling her earlobe slightly. With a moan Laura whirled around to face him, and, throwing her arms around him, passionately pressed her lips to his. They continued to make out as Laura felt his hands firmly grab her ass and pull her hips against him. After a few more seconds of this the current song ended Laura leaned back to catch her breath. As the next song started she turned back around and resumed her dancing. As she danced Laura could feel the front of the thong she was wearing under her dress becoming increasingly wet as she grew more aroused from the feel of John's hard cock pressing against her ass and his hands continuing to roam about her body. His hands once again found their way to her thighs below her dress and Laura gasped as she felt one travel around to her inner thigh. John's hand then slid up and she shivered as he cupped her mound. "Hmmm, you're all wet." He whispered in her ear as he pressed two fingers against the wet spot of her thong. All Laura could manage in reply was a drawn out moan. That moan turned into a gasp as John's fingers traveled upward slightly to her clit, where pressed his fingertips and gently massaged her through the fabric. After a moment of this Laura began to adjust her dancing motions to put more pressure against John's hand as it continued pressing against her clit. Encouraged by her response John's hand slid slightly back down to rub her slit through the fabric of her thong for a moment before slipping to the side to shift the material off of her lips. He cupped her bare mound briefly before sliding one finger, then a second into her now thoroughly wet and well-lubricated depths. When Laura felt his fingers entering her she closed her eyes while shuddering in pleasure and her dancing turned into little more than bucking her hips against his probing fingers. As Laura again opened her eyes she saw another college age girl clearly looking at John's hand as he continued to finger her, and Laura had little doubt that her dress had been pushed up enough that she could clearly see what was happening. The other girl looked up and made eye contact with Laura, and after smiling suggestively winked and ran her tongue over her lips. This sent Laura's arousal soaring as she pushed her hips harder against John's hand. Laura felt John's fingers withdraw from her slit and move back to her hips after pulling the hem of her dress back down and she whirled to face him. "We need to leave. Right now. I need you inside me." She said as she grabbed his hand and started pulling him off the dance floor. Emerging from the club the two starting walking toward Laura's apartment, a walk of about twelve blocks. As they walked they found several opportunities to pause and spend a moment making out, as both were still very turned on. Their route led them through one of the city parks, the entrance of which was under a fairly substantial concrete arch, with pillars about eight feet square. To either side of the arch ran a line of older trees with a shorter hedge underneath effectively screening the park from the road and sidewalk. After they passed under the arch Laura turned and pulled John around to the backside of the pillar and pressed her body against him while passionately kissing him again. She felt John's hands press against her back before one them traveled down her back, over her ass, and then trailed gently down the top of her inner thigh below dress. She leaned back and looked up at him with a low moan and said "I can't wait to get you home. Let's hurry the rest of the way." John looked at her, glanced over her head for a moment, then replied "Maybe we don't need to wait." With that he pulled her around the corner of the pillar into the dark corner formed by the trees and the outside of the pillar. He pressed her back against the concrete of the pillar with an urgent kiss, which she passionately returned. As Laura opened her mouth to allow his tongue to slip in to tangle with hers she again felt his hands on her body. This time he wasted no time and reached underneath her dress, grabbed the top of her thong on either side and slipped it down her legs. He remained crouched to hold on to the thong as she stepped out of it. Once the thong was off John quickly stuffed it into a back pocket and, remaining in his crouched position, shifted Laura's dress up above her hips, baring her mound. With one hand holding her dress clear he parted her legs with the other and leaned in toward her nether lips. With a drawn-in breath of anticipation Laura watched as his head moved in between her thighs then let out a gasp as his tongue made contact with her folds. She felt his tongue running up her slit several times before focusing on her clit. She moaned as he attacked her clit, sending jolts of pleasure through her body. After a moment she grabbed his shoulders, pushed him back from her, and looking him in the eyes said, "I need you inside. I want you to fuck me, right now." John wasted no time in standing up, and as he undid his belt and pulled out his cock he turned Laura around to face the pillar. Laura put both hand up against the concrete and pushed her hips back toward him. She felt the head of his cock pressing against her slit briefly before he plunged all the way inside her in one stroke. Caught up in the excitement of her arousal Laura pushed her hips back to meet John's as he rapidly thrust into her. With each thrust John's cock pressed her G-spot and within moments Laura felt the waves of pleasure building towards her orgasm. With a gasp she managed to hoarsely whisper "Oh god, I'm gonna come." As John's thrusts continued she felt the pleasure crest then moaned and managed to mostly stifle a cry as her orgasm shuddered through her. As she came down from her peak John continued pounding his cock into her before breathlessly whispering "I'm almost there" in her ear. Laura pulled her hips forward causing his cock to slip from her depths before spinning around and dropping to her knees in front of him. She reached up to guide his cock into her mouth and proceeded to bob her head up and down his shaft, trying to get as much of him into her mouth with every stroke. "Oh god Laura" John moaned a moment later, and Laura felt his cock pulse before the first of his come shot into the back of her mouth. She continued sucking as he filled her mouth with his come. Laura paused briefly to swallow his load before sucking his softening cock into her mouth a few more times. With a smile Laura stood up and was met with a passionate kiss. While they kissed John pulled her dress back down then tucked himself back into his pants. Turning, the two walked hand in hand back toward the sidewalk. Laura caught a hint of motion and, discreetly looking out of the corner of her eye saw a young man with his hand a blur of motion on his cock standing in the trees not far away where he would have had a clear view the side of the pillar where they had been. With a mischievous smile she turned to John and said "I think we should spend more time in this park." In The Park It was a gorgeous day in the city, and at about 12:30 I was sitting at a picnic table in the park, eating my lunch, reading the newspaper. Although the park was very crowded, I had opted for a corner where there was almost no traffic, people or otherwise. Across from me, about 30 feet away, was an attractive man also eating his lunch. I could see him finishing his sandwich, and about to partake of an apple, as he sat hunched over a very thick book. I had broken up with my boyfriend about 2 weeks earlier, and although I was feeling good, I was also feeling sexually deprived. In other words, to be blunt, horny as hell. I kept looking at the man and having lascivious thoughts, but I just laughed at myself. I knew that I would probably meet someone at the party I was going to that evening, and spend the night getting wild. I saw a woman in the distance coming toward me, and as she got closer I could see it was Jen from work. Jen came up to my table and said "Hey, Linda, why are you sitting so far away from all the action? There are a lot of hot guys parading around at the lake area, and I'll bet some of them are NOT gay." I laughed. "I felt like being by myself for a change. All that male flesh just gets me all hot and frustrated." It was her turn to laugh. Jen and I have a great relationship. We are both single, and both love sex. We go out together a lot, and often leave a party with 2 guys, and end up all four of us in bed. We are that relaxed with each other. There is nothing we don't share. "Hey, Jen" I said, "See that guy over there at the next picnic table? I've got an idea for something risky." "Well, I'm always up for risky," she responded. "OK, here's my idea. I am really horny, and want to masturbate. You go over to that guy, get his attention, and move around to the back of the table, sit down, so that he is facing you, instead of facing this way. Keep him occupied, and I will move to the other side of this table, remove my panties, and masturbate while you talk to him. If he turns his head, he will see me. Your job is to prevent him from turning his head." As I was explaining this to Jen, her eyes got brighter and brighter. "What a terrific idea. I'm getting hot just thinking about it. Maybe I can give him a BJ while I am there, and you can watch." "I like that," I said "but don't push it. Just see how it goes." Jen turned and walked over to the other picnic table. I couldn't hear her, but I could tell that she was introducing herself, and asking if she could join him. I could see the look of surprise and anticipation on his face, because Jen is VERY hot and very SEXY. He probably thought he was imagining it. So she went around the table, and sat down next to him. She was laughing, and touching his arm from time to time. He had turned sideways, and was giving her his complete attention. They were clearly having an interesting, flirty conversation. I looked around, and no one was even close to our part of the park. I turned, lifted my legs over the bench, and sat facing the other way. I lifted myself up slightly, and removed my panties, which I put in my purse. I got up and walked to the other side of the table, facing the man and Jen, and sat down. I lifted my skirt over my hips and just sat for a moment, spreadeagled, absorbing the warm sun on my thighs and pussy. I licked my finger, and began to rub my clit. As I did so, I looked over at the man and Jen, and she had him completely occupied. Whenever he raised his head to laugh, she quickly glanced my way and winked. I was getting pretty worked up, and wet, and feeling like taking more of a risk. So I got up and removed my skirt and blouse. I was then in my bra only, naked from the waist down. I walked quietly over to the man's table, from the angle behind his field of vision. Jen could see me, but he couldn't. I stood about 10 feet behind him, and began to massage myself again. My wetness was really flowing, and I was able to run my finger smoothly over my clit, my pussy lips, and then slip the finger in from time to time. I was shaking a bit, and felt that I needed support, but there was no support to be had. I looked at Jen, and she was clearly turned on by what I was doing. Jen put her hands on the man's shoulders, and whispered in his ear. He looked up at her and nodded. She got down on her knees, and unzipped his pants. He leaned back on the table, and raised his eyes to the sky. I could see him from the side, but he never looked my way. Jen removed his cock, which was quite hard. I wasn't expecting much, but this was a magnificent dick. Maybe about 7", thick, with a sculpted glans and tip. It stood straight up. I knew exactly what Jen was thinking, "Shit, my panties are soaked, I'm giving head to a perfect cock, and I won't get to feel it plunge inside of me. Linda owes me BIG time." I giggled inside, and knew that Jen would come up with a suitable repayment, and I would enjoy every moment of it. She began to lick the man's cock. It was a beautiful sight, and very much enhanced my masturbatory experience. I was massaging like crazy now, and Jen was giving the man the BJ of his life. I was having trouble standing, so I squatted down, my ass about 6" above the ground. I spread my legs as far as they would go. There was pussy juice everywhere. I inserted 2 fingers in my cunt, and found my g-spot. I massaged it for awhile, getting the rush that I always get from g-spot stimulation. But I didn't want a g-spot orgasm, I wanted a clit orgasm. I removed my fingers, and rubbed my clit in figure 8's, and used my other hand to massage my pussy lips. I was getting to the point of no return, and was glad I wouldn't have to try to be standing when I came. The man put his hands on Jen's shoulders, and started to moan. I wanted to moan, but I knew I had to remain silent. And I also wanted to close my eyes, but I couldn't stop looking at the sight in front of me. I took a quick scan of the area around us, and saw that the nearest people were still a very long way away, so I was not worried. As I turned my head back, I caught a glimpse of a face behind a tree, which quickly disappeared. I couldn't tell for sure, but it looked like a middle aged woman. I smiled. Hey, whatever thrill she gets, it might be her only one for weeks or months. I continued to get more excited. I watched as Jen did the man, and he was clearly in ecstasy. His hips were rising to meet her mouth, and she was deep throating him. I could see that he was going to come, and so was I. I saw him rise up one last time, and stay that way, with his hips stiffened and his head all the way back, and a loud growl escaping his lips. At the same moment I came with great intensity, barely able to keep from falling over. Jen licked his cock for a bit, and I tried to control my breathing. I had squirted a little, and there was wetness all over. Good thing I had Kleenex in my purse. I thought I ought to get out of there before he opened his eyes, so I walked quietly back to my picnic table. I glanced over to where I had seen the woman, and she pulled her head back behind the tree again. I put on my blouse and skirt. I left the panties in the purse so I could feel sexy all afternoon. I took Kleenex and wiped myself off as best I could, and put the Kleenex in the barrel nearby. Jen got up, looked my way quickly, then kissed the man. She backed up and began to walk away, turning to wave goodbye to him. I couldn't see his face, but I was sure he was thinking, god, no one will believe this. Jen walked away and didn't look back again. I sat down where I had been sitting before, and after a few minutes, the man turned around, put his legs up over the seat, and resumed his original position. I pretended to be engrossed in the newspaper, as though I had not seen a thing. When I looked up, I smiled at him. He blushed a bit, but smiled back. Then he opened his book and began to read again. As I said, it was a gorgeous day in the city.