Lord Crimson and I made our way to the local pub after the
blood-pumping movie (or should I say, "fluid-pumping"?). Neither of
us want the night to get out of hand so we only had a beer before we get to the
main act x
Alcohol and desire fuelled my blood while we made our way to
the park. It was awfully chilly that night so I altered my course and scooted
closer to him. I took right his arm hoping he would take my hand, but he
didn't. He actually did the opposite by stuffing his rolled-up shopping bag
underneath his right armpit after I took his hint and released his arm.
The temperature of my blood dropped a notch, but I didn't
let that affect my mood. I willed myself to stay on course and followed him to
scout for a suitable location for what I had been wanting to do for a long time
and since we met close to a year ago.
Although the park was lit, there were some areas that were
dim hence my eyes took some time to adjust. I had a creepy feeling ever since I
started walking towards the park, but I felt more at ease after seeing there
were other people in the place as well. Since they were at lower ground
fishing/catching whatever, we went higher ground further up the slope. We
tested some of the paths and eventually selected a bench quite far away from
the entrance of the park and a distance from the group of men who were fishing.
The area in front of the bench was cornered off by makeshift metal dividers
that you'd see at a worksite, so we figured it'd be quite private. Lord Crimson
set his stuff down and flopped into the bench. I put my handbag down and placed
one of my hand on his thigh and another on the side of his face while I leaned
in for a kiss. He shifted his hands from the edge of the bench and cupped my face
while he deepened the kiss. In order to be as close as two pieces of rice
sticking together, I moved to straddle him because my back was about to break
being 90 degrees from my legs which were planted firmly on the ground. Now that
I have a good seat on his thighs, I continued with the kiss while I run my
fingers through his hair. He had better access to my bum now that I was on his
lap, therefore he didn't waste any time so he began kneading my ass
cheeks.
I wasn't wearing any panties so he could tease my petals
while I continue smooching him. I pulled back because I was in for some
mischief. I unhooked my bra and pulled it from the hem of my dress. There -
pantyless and braless! Now the attention was on him; I urged him to let me
access his package and squatted (like a lady, of course) in front of his open
legs. I guided his long shaft into my wet mouth, wrapped my lips around it as
tightly as I could and sucked, exerting pressure around his dick. I started to
move his tool in and out of my mouth and I could hear him groan audibly since
the surrounding was filled with creaking of insects only. I had always liked to
spend some time flicking my tongue at the tip of the mushroom head, especially
the hole where semen shoots out, and I got the response that I was looking for.
However, I could not teabag him because his jeans was in the way.
Time was of essence therefore we had to get down to
business. I climbed onto his thighs once again and guided his throbbing dick
into me. I could feel his manhood parting my petals and pushing against the
walls of my tight vagina, fighting against the gates to my inner center,
filling me up. My senses were heightened by the stillness of the night; all I
could feel was the coolness wrapping around us, leaving a coat of moisture on
the surface of my skin, and I could only hear the creaking of insects and our
shortened breathes.
Suddenly, the Lord's voice brought me back to the present;
he heard commotion from the lower ground so the wanted me to get off his lap. I
complied and true enough, the group of men fishing at the pond appeared around
the makeshift dividers just as my butt touched the edge of the seat next to
him. My eyes were wide open, eyeballs rollings around in their sockets, legs
closed together, blood rushing to my heart! It appeared that they didn't catch
us in action nor paid any attention to us, but just continued on deeper into
the completely-dark park, so my inner goddess came out from the hidding place
and wanted to jump into him again. But alas, the Lord wanted a change of
scenery... I wondered how he managed to stuff his dick into his jeans without
jamming it at his zippers.
Alright, fine by me. So we gathered our stuff and headed
back to where the group of men came from. It sure looked serene (and well lit
by the row of lamps by the lake), however, there was actually a couple seated
by the lake on closer inspection. Oh well, not quite the scenery he liked, so
we headed back to higher ground but we settled at a different bench next to a
tree and closer to the entrance of the park instead. The structure next
to me gave me more creeps so I refused to bonk while holding onto its wall; who
knew who/what would spring out from its boarded up windows (on second thoughts,
the windows were still functionable, just that eveything on it was made of
wood, hence it looked like it was boarded up)??
So we set our stuff down on the bench once again and I
hopped onto his thighs again. Like a battery-operated bunny, I started humping
him once he took his dick out. I was jumping up and down his shaft in my
eagerness and feeling his hardness slipped in and out of me while I hanged on
to his broad shoulders and he cradled my ass. But he slowed me down because he
didn't want to cum so quickly. He had to roll on a condom anyway, so I slipped
off his dick and waited for him to tear open the wrapper. I was perked up once
again when he was done and he turned me around so that he could enter me from
behind. After I managed to balance myself on his thighs by wrapping my legs
around his, I reached between my legs and guided his dick into me. I had his
dick in me earlier, however, I still felt that I was very tight so I had to
stop him from ramming himself into me (probably due to the introduction of the
condom). He was understanding so he let me warm myself up again at my own pace.
I started to feel my petals wrapping around his sausage and he was accepted by
my girly bits. So I sped up, bobbing up and down his erection and he lift up my
skirt to see his manhood disappearing into me. I was a little moist from the
dew and the rising body temperature so there was the familiar "splat
splat" when my butt cheeks landed on his thighs. I love that feeling so I
couldn't help myself but let out a few estatic moans.
His manhood kept sliding out of my pussy (because of the
angle and probably because I was gradually well lubbed) no matter how much I
arched my butt so I might as well turned around and anchored myself onto him,
facing him, so that I could see his expression when I pumped him. I straddled
him and guided his throbbing pole into me and bunny-mode kicked in; I went into
high gear quickly and in no time were we both struggling to breath normally. I
was so high (definitely not from the alcohol) that I decided to pull my skirt
over my head and removed my dress. I was completely naked and loving it so much
that I didn't even notice of The Lord liked it or not. I asked him to fondle my
breasts and he massaged the pair and sucked on them as well. That propelled me
to the next level; it felt so good when I pumped him as fast as humanely
possible while he continued to knead my boobs. However, all that action
prompted him to cum first so he moaned in pain and stopped me from continuing
to jump him. I was really disappointed but I complied.
That was not the worse part of the evening; I sat down on
the bench after climbing off him, still reeling from the excitement, however,
The Lord broke the silence and told me to quickly cover up. An Indian man had
emerged from the tree and was walking on the path heading towards us! I only
had time to reach for my dress, covered my breasts and crotch and leaned
forward while he tried to shield me halfheartedly. The man actually said
"don't do this in public ah, I could report you!" while The Lord told
him that we are leaving soon. The continued his way, only then did I straighten
my back and pulled the dress over my head. We picked up our things and I felt
odd holding my bra in my hand so I stopped The Lord and asked him to hold my
bag while I tried to hook it up standing next to the creepy structure.
We made our way to the entrance of the park, not believing
we have been told off by a man! He didn't look like he was there for work and
he didn't seem to have enjoyed the show (assuming he was there throughout the
process, while The Lord thought so). It was certainly an odd outdoor bonking
experience :/
