Meet me at the park

It's blazing hot in this Alabama summer. Everyone is hot and sweaty but the day is almost over. I call you and tell you to meet me at the park. No, not right now. I know its still entirely too hot outside. How about, say, 9-ish? Cool. you know which park, the one with the lake.

I count the minutes until our next encounter. Damn, still another half hour. I get showered and re-dressed just for you I try to look my best for you every time I see you. It is now a quarter till so I put on my final touches and head out the door.

As I arrive at the park, I can see that you have already beat me there. Looks like someone is anticipating our meeting more than me. It is always such a joy to see you. I greet you with a big hug and a long deep kiss. Once our embrace is done, we join hands and look for somewhere to sit.

We locate a pavilion with a picnic table underneath it close to the water. We take a seat. You on the table and me on the bench. We chit chat about today's events, future plans and nothing. You lean down and kiss me and I return the favor. But the kissing does not stop.

Then something in me clicks and i join you on the table. You decide against sitting with me and you sit on the bench, between my legs. You ever so lightly run your fingertips up and down my legs. It tickles a little, but it feels nice none the less. Then you let your fingertips brush a little higher. Just enough to feel the heat from my soft spot but not enough to touch it.

We continue our chitchat but right now I am loosing my concentration because of your teasing. We speak to another couple power walking past, but there are very few people here. I have got to move. Gotta shake you off so I move back down on the bench next to you. You put your arm around me and I rest my head on your shoulder.

We talk for a little while longer, until you realize you left your cell phone in the car. I wait until you come back. For some reason I always feel safe around you. It's like nothing can touch me while you are near. So I am not afraid when I am alone and you are near. When you get back, I guide you to sit on the table again. Despite all of the small talk afterward, your little antics have gotten me extremely turned on. My turn to return the favor.

I seat myself between your legs. I, first, begin to ask you questions about work, as if I am really interested. You continue to talk as if I have not taken your dick out of your pants and began to stroke it. You tell me about your boss and co-workers while I lick your shaft. You talk about the pay while I circle the head with my tongue. You mumble something inaudible when I swallow you whole.

I pull your whole dick out of my mouth and ask you, what was that last statement you just made. "Huh, oh." You reply, "nothing important. Why'd you stop?"

"I just didn't want to be rude and have you think I wasn't listening." I tease. Then I put you back in my mouth. I love to suck you off.

The chit chat has completely dissipated and is replaced with your moans and heavy breathing. The breeze coming off the water is cool and comforting. I continue sucking and jacking you off until I feel you throb in my mouth. So I stop.....

You just look at me in shock. I just smile and continue. My pussy is so wet under this table. I rock back and forth on my clit while I vigorously suck your dick. I also am so turned on that I don't realize that you are about to cum. Its cool because I am about to orgasm myself. We both reach our sexual peak at the same time. Me on the bench and you in my mouth. All though I too am orgasming, I catch every drop like a pro. I hate to disappoint. Once you are done, just as easily as I slipped your dick put, I slipped it right back into it's home.

I try to re-light our conversation, but I can tell by your short replies that you are just not interested. So I just stop and smile to myself. After a few moments of silent reflection and recuperation, you stand up and stretch. That is a signal to me that you are ready to leave.

So we get up and walk to our cars. The only sounds are crickets and the distant sound of a train passing on the tracks....

And you whispering, "damn girl."