Losing myself in all of this; the sight of you, the look on your face, the way your tits dance in the moonlight before me, I begin to loose myself in you, in the moment. Picking up speed and force, I begin to really slam my cock into you, working your still tightly held together labia and jerking your body up and down on the cold hard wood of the table. The sounds of your ass hitting my hips gets louder still, to the point where you can actually hear it over the sounds of your own muffled grunts and the hard, deep breathing through your nose. Opening your eyes and looking up at me, you act as though your about to ask me to slow down, or go at it a bit quieter. But as you take in the expression on my face, you stop yourself. You've seen that look in my eyes before, that lust, that animal like hunger. You know that nothing is going to stop me from fucking your brains out right there and now. You putting your head back on the table as the almost childlike pigtails bounce just as freely as your tits do around your face. Finally letting go of your blouse, your hands fall to your chest, taking a breast in each hand and squeezing it firmly as they move on top of you.
Closing your eyes again and starting to lose yourself in the moment, finally allowing yourself to relax a little to try and just enjoy what's happening, you almost miss the fact that I'm starting to slow down my pace and loosen up the force of my thrusts. Suddenly I yank my hips back, jerking my cock all the way out of you with an almost audible PLOP! Gasping and looking up at me with an almost worried face, you can feel in the cool night air, warm, sticky juices dripping out of the bottom of your pussy and down the thin line between your ass cheeks. Letting go of your breasts, you look up at me with a questioned look. Not doing anything to conceal my rock hard dick jetting straight out of the front of my jeans, I let go of your legs and let them down gently in front of me as I move back. Reaching down to your body, I take your two hands off your breasts and grip them tightly in mine as I pull upwards, straightening your arms out and lifting your back up off the table. With this movement I position you upright as your bare ass still sits on the corner of the tabletop and you look at me face to face.
At first you're not sure what you're to do. Do you kiss me, is that what I want? Do you drop to your knees on the grass around the table and take me in your mouth? I answer your silent questions by taking you by your upper arms and pulling you up off the table onto your feet. Standing a little off balance since the knotted up pair of panties are still holding your ankles tightly together, I spin you around until your back is to me, you pigtails spinning as they frame your beautiful face.
With your body now completely turned around, you're facing the table, I lean closer into you, as you feel through your skirt (which, at this point, has fallen back down to cover your ass and upper legs) the length of my shaft, upright and hard, wedging between your cheeks as the weight of my body pushes your slender hips into the edge of the table top. Just as my hands start to move back a bit off your arms, to a position where I can push you forward and lean you over the table, a sound catches both our attentions. At the same time we both turn our heads to the left to see where the small snapping sounds were coming from. It almost sounded like a small twig or branch being stepped. It's then that we see her. It's the same girl you saw smoking pot on the other table you walked by to get to me, no longer the evil look in her eyes. Behind her are the sounds of car doors shutting and people saying their goodbyes. She is alone, having told her friends she could just cut across the park to get home, and in doing so has stumbled onto our torrid scene. We, all three of us, stand there, frozen for what seems like an eternity, no one saying a word.
The girl is very cute and young looking, couldn't be much older then 18, possibly still in high school. Her shoulder length brownish hair is pulled back behind her ears and a bit unkept. Her jeans have holes at the knees and her loose fitting tee-shirt and unzipped hooded sweatshirt just barely shows off her small, b-cup breasts, giving off a look like she's not too worried about how she looks, but not dirty. Her young eyes are wide and her small mouth hangs open as she takes in the sight before her. Frozen with her small hands at her sides, all three of us stare at each other silently as if no one knows what to do next. It's just then that you start to feel the slightest pressure from my hands at the top of your back attempting to push you down as I was going to before. Horror washes over you at the realization of what I'm proposing. Your body starts to tense up and your hands on the table top lock up in a vain attempt to give me some resistance. To this I simply push harder, forcing you to bend at the waist as you upper body moves down towards the wooden surface.
To Be Continued...
