(note: This is not a work of fiction. Only the names and POV have been changed to protect the author from divorce lawyers. RF)
It was a seductively beautiful Sunday afternoon in Central Park. Around the edge of a small, remote meadow, leaf covered trees, their limbs swaying gently in a light breeze, muffled the sound of distant city traffic. By some miracle, there were no portable radios blaring. The loudest noise came from squirrels and pigeons fighting over pieces of popcorn and candy.
While an occasional passerby would come and go, there were few permanent residents. Two old men sat on a bench deep in an animated conversation. A young couple were lying on a blanket, sunbathing. And at the edge of the meadow, in the deep shade of an old oak, Debbie Cohen was sitting astride the waist of Tyler Davis.
As she continued to look around, Debbie wondered if any of those other people realized Tyler was softly massaging her breasts. Of course they didn't, she told herself. Since she was on top of him and leaning forward, her unbuttoned vest acted like a curtain, concealing his activities.
No one could tell he'd pushed her T-shirt up so far, if it weren't for the vest, and his hands, her breasts would be totally exposed. Still, it was exciting to think they were making out, in public, in Central Park, on a Sunday afternoon.
Glancing down, she noticed the pleased expression on Tyler's face. "Are you glad you came now?"
Tyler's grin widened and he nodded. "This is nice. Very, very nice. Not every beat up vet gets to lay around in the park on a sunny day and play with the boobs of a pretty student nurse. And very nice boobs they are, I might add."
"I'm just doing my patriotic bit," she laughed, feeling flushed and pleased. "But thanks for the compliment anyway. However, I'll have to trust your expertise on boobs."
"Well, I'm still surprised you're here with me on the day your engagement is being announced. But believe me, patriotism or whatever, I'm glad as hell you are."
He began using his thumbs to rotate her hard nipples. "Now, of course you realize my evaluation of your anatomical charms is purely preliminary in nature. To give a complete and accurate appraisal, I'd need to perform a long, careful examination of the subjects in hand."
He squeezed her breasts for emphasis while giving her a big wink. "However, to answer your original question, I suppose that everything considered I'd rather be here than back in the VA listening to a baseball game."
Tyler's unexpected remark about her motives bothered Debbie. Why had she brought him to the park? And why was she letting him get away with what he was doing, especially on this particular day? Of course, they'd been kissing for weeks, but nothing this serious.
It'd started when he'd surprised her with a kiss that left her breathless. And she enjoyed the light petting that began in the days that followed. But she'd never considered anything more. After all, she was engaged. Besides, the day shift on a hospital ward doesn't provide a lot of opportunities.
But now they were in the park, not the hospital. And something more, a whole lot more, was taking place. At first, she'd put up some resistance. But Debbie knew it'd just been a formality. After a few mild protests, she'd yielded to his kisses, and then to his ever more insistent fingers. She loved the exquisite feel of his fingers caressing her breasts. And there was an intense, almost embarrassing pleasure each time her hips pressed against the bulge in his jeans. In other words, they were most definitely making out.
Of course, none of this would be happening if her fiancé hadn't been working that afternoon. Several week's ago they'd picked that day to officially announce their engagement. In her family's world, that was a big deal and involved a lot of visits and presents. But last Monday, Johnny's boss said he'd have to work this weekend which postponed all their plans.
