Dirt path crunches under my sandals. Sweat soaks my light yellow dress. No bra. No panties. Just this thin fabric clinging to my skin. Heart hammers. The park’s empty. Beaches nearby buzz with voices. Laughter drifts on hot wind. Risky. Too close to the neighborhood.
He’s there. Early today. On the green bench. Ten steps from my willow. Book open but ignored. Dark eyes lock as I pass. Arm’s reach away. I drop gaze. Pretend not to notice. His bare feet stretch out. Polo dark. Pants light. Tall. Lanky. Scruffy hair.
The Contact
Slide under willow branches. Shade swallows me. Bark bites my back through dress. Kick off sandals. Soft thud on dry grass. Legs extend. No book. He waits for this.
Fingers trail thighs. Dress hikes up. Knees part slow. Wide. Pussy exposed. Trimmed black bush glistens. Lips swell. Already wet from the walk. Distant beach shouts filter through leaves. Someone could wander in.
Look up. His stare burns. Heavy. Friendly but hungry. Never spoken. Just watches. My nipples spike. Hard points poke fabric. Chest tightens.
Breathe deep. Thighs tremble. Spread further. Cool air licks slit. Moisture beads. His eyes drop there. I feel it. Like fingers.
Free tits. Yank neckline down. Small mounds bounce out. Firm. Pinch long nipples. Twist. Pain sparks pleasure. Pussy clenches.
Index and middle finger unite. Stroke bush. Down. Part lips. Slick. Hot. Dip in. One knuckle. Two. Pump gentle. Squish sounds muffled by rustling leaves.
Eyes on his. Gray meets dark. Bite lip. Breath short. Hips rock. Deeper. Wetter. Gush coats hand.
Orgasm hits. Sudden. Brutal. Body arches. Toes point skyward. Legs lift high. Pussy spasms. Squirt trickles grass. Suppress moan. It escapes. Low growl.
Not done. Shame floods. But hotter. Turn side. Hand slips back. Fingers to ass. Wet from pussy juice. Circle pucker. Push in. Tight ring grips. Other hand fucks cunt.
The Indiscretion
“I’m gonna cum again…” Whisper hoarse. Want him to hear. Eyes shut. Waves crash. Ass clenches finger. Pussy floods. Cry out soft. “Ooh… cumming…”
Legs quake. Grass scratches skin. Sweat pours. Nipples throb. Double penetrated by own hand. Shame delicious. Like cum fuel.
Collapse. Panting. Eyes reopen. Lock his. He nods. Silent.
Dress down. Tits tucked. Pussy hides. But soaked. Dress sticks. Smell sex heavy.
He stands. “See you tomorrow.”
Voice calm. Walks away. Path crunches under his feet.
Sit limp. Bark digs. Leaves whisper secrets. Book page blurs. Replay it. Slut under tree. Filled holes for stranger. Neighborhood sleeps? No, beaches full. Anyone could’ve seen.
Tears well. Not sad. Freed. Addicted. Tomorrow? Yes. Deeper submission calls.
Sandals on. Legs shaky. Path back. Voices louder now. Pass jogger. Heart stops. Does he smell? See wet thighs? Smile innocent. Slip home. Door clicks shut. Safe. Secret pulses.