The morning was cold, but the sun finally peeked behind the thick clouds. Half an hour ago, when I got to the park, there wasn't a stub of sun and the air was cold and humid. But a fifteen-minute race with the dog and ten more minutes playing catch the disc had warmed me inside my comfortable training suit.
I was now sitting in my favorite seat, a few feet back from the main path of the park. A solitary figure dressed in a dark yellow training suit and a dark grey hooded jacket was decidedly advancing towards me.
Paradoxically, my heart hit hard, like that of a teenager, opposing my outer serenity. Marianne waved and came to me. She kissed me on the face and sat next to me.
"Hi, Michael."
"Hello Marianne."
The dog got up and got his nose on Marianne's legs.
"I think he likes me," she said.
Marianne petted it, but decisively removed it from her legs. I put the leash on the dog, stood up and said: "Let's go. It's too cold to sit here."
It turns out that I have a small apartment near the park, which I lend to academic fellows who are on unofficial visit.
On the way to the apartment I stopped at a bakery and bought two fresh rolls and two croissants. Marianne looked at me full of curiosity, but she didn't say anything.
Two floors without elevator later, we were inside the apartment. The air was warm because before I went to the park I had passed here and turned on the heating.
Marianne said, "how comfortable," immediately stripped the jacket and hung it on the hanger at the entrance. As I lowered the thermostat, located behind the door, she approached and asked: "Rules?"
I laughed and replied: "Try not to break anything."
She pointed to the 'tent' that my erect penis made inside the training pants.
"It will be difficult, but we can try."
I had to laugh loud.
I went quickly to the kitchen to leave the package with the bread, went out to the balcony with the dog and gave it water.
Went back in and said: "And we have to talk."
Marianne hung on my neck, kissed me long, and then asked with a falsely innocent look: "Now?"
For whatever reason I couldn't explain at the time, I was sexually very aroused.
"Well, I think it'll have to wait for later."
She laughed while I lifted her and took her to the bedroom.
I sat her at the end of the bed and sat by her side.
"Shoes out," I said.
We both wore comfortable lined shoes with elastic shoelaces, so we didn't even have to get down to take them off. We laughed.
I stood up and pulled Marianne. We stood up facing each other.
"You take mine and I take yours," and I pulled her shirt up to undress it.
She did the same to me. We caressed each other's chest.
Her breasts, very firm, were bigger than they looked under her shirts. Almost at the same time we took each other's nipples, and moaned low.
I pulled Marianne to me and we kissed. Her hand came through my pants and held my phallus firmly. My hand went into her pants and tightly squeezed between her legs. We both groaned low.
None of us were wearing underwear.
"I see you're wet, young lady," I said.
She laughed.
I took her hand off my rod and ordered her, "Stay!"
I took the condom box out of my pants' pocket, stripped it and threw my back onto the bed.
Marianne looked lustfully at me while I put the condom. Finally said, "I'm taking the pill."
"The blue or the red?"
She took a couple of seconds to figure it out.
"The red one, of course."
