They're just getting home after a very adventurous dinner. They'd gone to dinner at their neighborhood bar, with a toy strapped into her panties. The deal was he held the controller, and if she made any noise or couldn't carry her part of a normal conversation, he got to pick the rest of the evening. If she made it through one cocktail and a burger, she got to plan the agenda after dinner.
She lost. Badly. And he's hungry for his earned reward.
She tries to distract him with hot kisses, pressing her body against him and wiggling as she kisses him. She softly nibbles on the top of his shoulder where it meets his neck and tries to lead him off to bed.
But he tells her they're going in the backyard, not the bedroom.
She pouts a little, but he tells her to go sit in the back and wait for him. She sits on the bench and tries to arrange her body to look as sexy and alluring as possible.
He keeps her waiting.
And waiting. She's cold, and pulls her little black sweater a little closer over her v-neck tank top, and crosses her legs in her very short flowy skirt.
And when he finally comes out, he walks up to her slowly. She reaches up to pull him onto the couch with her, but, he takes a step back, shakes his head, and smiles with a twinkle in his eye.
He's holding a picnic basket, but they've just eaten dinner...
"What's in the basket?"
He answers in a soft voice, somewhere between a whisper and a growl... "Desert" and points to the gate in the back fence.
She unlocks it and they go out into the park. It's dark, none of the lights are on inside the park, only the street lights on the other side.
They come out on the back of a large baseball field with stacks of metal bleachers and a large chain link fence.
She tries to play innocent... "Did you bring a blanket for our picnic?"
He just smiles and starts walking toward her, very slowly, looking her in the eyes the entire time. She starts taking little steps backward, feeling very much like prey... and like maybe she should run... but suddenly her back is against the wall, and before she knows it he's pressed his body against hers, dropped the picnic basket, and put his hands on the fence on either side of her.
He weaves his fingers into the fence, just outside her shoulders, and leans down into her, slowly smelling her hair, running his nose down to her neck, taking a deep breath in.
She giggles, and squirms.
And she quickly ducks under his arm and starts to sprint away to the side, he reaches out, and JUST barely grabs the sweater, using it to pull her back, but pulling it off at the same time.
As he wraps her in his arms, he uses a fuzzy handcuff to clip to her wrist and then clips the other side high up on the wall before she realizes he's pulled the cuffs out of a back pocket.
"I knew you'd run, brat. You were naughty in the restaurant and couldn't stay quiet. You don't have to be quiet here, but you might not want to wake up the neighbors."
He grabs her face in his hands and starts passionately kissing her, and she kisses back, melting into his body.
His hands roam down her face, to her neck, lingering there a moment, holding, then moving down her sides to her hips.
They start moving back up her body, moving over to the center first, and just slightly pressing the front of her skirt between her thighs. He applies just a moment of pressure before moving back up her body and lingering on her tits. He starts nibbling on her neck, and as he does, he reaches inside her shirt and her lacey bra and fondles her. He pulls her breasts out, exposing them to the cold air, and steps back, out of her reach.
She whimpers and says his name.
He sits down on a bench, leans back, and says: "Touch yourself."
"Come on, it's cold, and someone might see. Let's go inside..."
"The sooner you do what I say, the sooner you'll get to go back inside."
"But," she squirmed and wiggled reaching to pull her shirt back up.
"Uh uh. Play with your breasts. Now."
She sighed and looked him in the eyes as her free hand moved to lightly stoke the soft skin exposed to the cool summer night air. Her fingers traced slowly toward her nipple, and the skin reacted to the combination of the cold air and touch by contracting, making her nipple hard. She started feeling a little shy and looked down at her hand. She watched as her thumb and finger gently pinched, imagining his eyes devouring the same sight.
Her hand moved to the other side other chest and repeated the same strokes. This time as her finger closed over her nipple she heard a soft but firm "Harder. Pinch it."
Her breath caught as her heart sped up, but she did. "Roll it." She gasped. "Pull out until it slips out of your fingers." Her moan was definitely audible. When she stopped she was breathing fast. "Now the other one."
This time she looked back up at him as she pinched, rolled, and pulled her nipple. He wasn't looking at her hand or her tits but instead was watching her expression. She licked her lips and looked down, her eyes glancing quickly over the front of his pants. She licked her lips again.
"Are you wet?" Her face flushed.
"I think so..."
"Find out."
She leaned back against the cold metal of the fence, letting it support her. She started to slide her hand into the waistband of her skirt and lace bootie shorts, but he interrupted.
"No. Lift your skirt in front, and move your panties to the side as you touch. Let me see."
She froze, sighed, and her eyebrows knit together, pleading with him with her eyes. But she wasn't quite sure what she was asking for. He silently met her gaze and didn't move.
Her hand went down her thigh slowly, tracing her fingertips against the fabric over her thigh, and slowly started pulling it up. She closed her eyes, the intensity of his gaze watching her as she blushed felt overwhelming. When her skirt was pulled high enough to show the front of her panties, she crept her hand over and started to dip her fingertips under the edge.
"Rub yourself on top of your panties first." She whimpered, but pressed her fingers against the bottom of her mound and sighed deeply, pressing her panties into her lips.
"Now pull them to the side, run your fingers through your lips, and tell me how wet you are."
She used her thumb to pull the edge of her panties over, and slowly slid her fingers from the bottom of her pussy up to her clit. Her eyes sprung open with a little jolt of electricity when she reached her clit and she froze.
