Monday, 24 February 2014
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 :/
Friday, 14 February 2014
Monday, 3 February 2014
The Monday after a long weekend sure is hard to overcome... True, with less people congesting the train (and my brain), I was in a better mood, however, I still felt bored. Surprisingly, Prince Al contacted me after falling off the radar months ago. I sure miss romping after work (at the office or the toilet!) and constant texting... Jeez, no one can have their cake and eat it too :/