The Girl In The Park

(Author's note: All characters herein, as later described, are over the age of 18.)

I came into town early for the seminar, checking into the hotel Saturday so I could have time to relax and prepare for my presentation on Monday. Once things were in order in my room, I decided to go for a walk in a park not far away. I had been here before, and I thought the cool winter air would clear my mind.

I parked my rental car at the entrance of the park and wandered down the path into the wooded area. In the clearing, I saw a figure huddled on a bench ahead of me. As I approached, I noticed a young girl, her arms wrapped around herself, visibly shivering from the cold.

"Are you okay? Can I help you?" I asked.

She jumped back, startled and yelled, "Don't touch me! Stay away!"

I stepped back to put her at ease. "I won't touch you, I just want to help. You look cold; here, take my coat."

I took off my coat and offered it to her. She quickly accepted it and pulled it over her shivering body.

"My name is Will. What's yours?"

"Kate."

"Why are you here, shouldn't you be at home, or somewhere warm?"

"I've been staying at the shelter on Dickson Street for three days. I don't have a home anymore."

She went on to explain that her father had tried to have sex with her, and when she told her mother, her mother blamed her. She was afraid that her father would rape her so she ran away from home. Since she had no one to take her to work, she also lost her job.

"I stayed with a girlfriend until three days ago when her boyfriend moved in."

"Are you hungry?" I asked.

The look she gave me was all the answer I needed.

"Let's go get you something to eat where it's warm," I suggested carefully.

"How do I know you won't kidnap me or something?"

"I'll drive slowly and if you change your mind, I will stop to let you out anytime you tell me. You can keep your window down in case you feel the need to yell for help."

She thought about it for a minute before softly agreeing; "Okay. And thank you."

I showed her the way to my car and we headed back to my hotel. A mile away from the park, she panicked and said, "Stop! Pull over!"

When I had the car at the curb, I asked, "What's wrong? Are you sick or something?"

"No. Where are you taking me?" She asked, very nervously.

"To my hotel. It's not far away and they have a really good restaurant there. After you've eaten, I will give you a ride to the shelter, or give you cab fare to get there."

She must have felt better, because she rolled up the window and said, "Okay."

When we left the hotel parking garage, I led her directly to the restaurant. Her eyes grew as she looked over the menu.

"Gosh, this is expensive!"

"Don't worry; my meals all go on my expense account. What would you like?"

"Could I have a steak or a pork chop and maybe a baked potato?"

"Of course. What would you like to drink?"

"I like sweet tea; my mom makes great sweet tea."

I called the waiter, Toby, over to order, and I asked Kate how she liked her steak.

"Medium well?" She said.

"Toby, bring her a six ounce filet magnon, medium well, a pork chop, a baked potato with butter and sour cream, some rolls and butter and a pitcher of sweet iced tea. I'll have a chef salad."

Kate told me that at the shelter, the women's area was crowded and she had been intimidated by some older women who took over the few showers available.

"I was lucky to be able to go to the bathroom," she said. "That place is scary and full of creepy guys. I couldn't sleep at night worrying about being molested."

Kate's eyes lit up when the food arrived. I smiled as I watched her consume every bit of it. She didn't gulp it down, she chewed and savored it all. When we were finished eating, I suggested something that alarmed her.

"Why don't we go upstairs to my room, and you can take a nice hot shower or bath?"

She looked at me with fear and dread in her eyes. She obviously felt I wanted something for having helped her.

"Do I have to?" She asked quietly.

"Absolutely not. I'll stay down here for a while so you can be alone if you want."

"Do I have to sleep with you or anything?"

"No, Kate, I promise."

"You're really nice and I would love a hot bath, but you ARE a guy and I don't know if I can trust you that much."

I wanted to put her at ease and to let her know that she could trust me.

"Kate, I'm 60 years old and a widower. My wife died six months ago but we had a wonderful marriage, including a great sex life. I don't want another woman nor do I need a woman in my life. You're completely safe, I promise."

I could see the tension leave her body, and she smiled and said, "Okay, but can I have dessert first?"

I drank decaf coffee while she ate two pieces of pie, one pecan and one chocolate. She seemed at ease when we went up the elevator to my suite.

I set her up with everything she needed to take a hot back.

"If you want to stay over, tomorrow I will take you shopping for some clothes to help until you get your job back," I offered.

"Are you sure you don't want sex with me for all this?" She asked, obviously frightened.

"Nope. You can even sleep on that big bed and I'll crash on the sofa."

"Thank you, for everything."

Then she smiled quietly and went into the bathroom and shut the door behind her.

Later, as I was sitting at the desk, shuffling through some research papers, she came out of the bathroom. She was wearing the white terrycloth robe that was provided with the room. She came over and hopped up to sit on the end of the desk, facing me.

"Whatcha doing?" She asked. Her voice seemed much younger than her 19 years.

"Just trying or organize some thoughts for the seminar Monday."

"That bath was so luxurious; I used some of the bath salts; it felt wonderful."

"Good! Are you hungry, would you like anything to eat or drink?"

"No, I'm still full, but there is something I'd like," she said.

She carefully pushed my research papers aside and slid across the desk until she was in front of me. She moved her legs and put one foot on each of the arms of my chair. Her robe fell open, exposing her naked young body.

"You can touch me or do stuff if you want, Will, I don't mind,"

Even though my gaze was directly at the dark patch between her thighs, I tried to convince her with a calm, steady voice.

"I told you Kate, you don't owe me anything, really."

"But I WANT to be nice to you; you've been so nice to me."

"Kate, I'm old enough to be your granddad."

"Yeah, but look..." she said.

She flipped the robe open wide revealing her whole body. She leaned back, lying on the desk. Her knees were in the air, her feet on the arms of my chair and I found myself staring into the sweet abyss of her young vagina.

Her pubic hair was visibly wet. Her young, firm thighs parted, beckoning to me.

As much as I had promised her and my self that I didn't want sex with her, her brazenness had broken down the barrier between her innocence and my lust.

"Please, Will, do anything you want; I'm aching for your touch."

I grabbed her hips and pulled her closer and I heard her gasp.

"Oh! Yessss..." she moaned softly.

Her buttocks rested on the edge of the desk. As I leaned in, putting my face close to her vagina, I could smell the hint of the lemon scented bath salts. I pressed my mouth into her pubic hair, and closed my eyes. Memories of satisfying my wife orally flooded my mind and my penis awoke in my pants.

Kate was lying still, her hands on her breasts when I opened my eyes. I pressed the tip of my tongue into her wet slit and she lifted her legs, lying them over my shoulders. Her heels tapped on my upper back. Those soft thighs cupped my face as I rubbed my lips in her dark pubic hair, and then plunged it back inside her.

I slid my hands under her tight buttocks as I slowly tongue fucked her, savoring something that did NOT smell nor taste like lemon bath salts. She was moaning softly, squeezing her legs together. I teased her clit and flicked my tongue across her slit.

"Oh, my God, Will, that's so wonderful. You're so wonderful," she sighed.

I backed off and kissed the insides of her thighs. Her hands moved down from her breasts, slid behind my head and pulled me back into place. I sucked on her lips, hummed on her clit and loudly sucked her juices from her sex. I could have continued for hours; she was delicious and willing and I was in heaven.

"Uh-oh, I'm gonna cum," she moaned. "Eat me, Will, make me cum, please!"

I swirled my tongue around her clit and sucked gently on it and her thighs tightened against my face. Her hands held me firmly against her as her fingernails dug into my scalp. The intensity of her orgasm almost made me come in my pants.

She bucked her hips, jamming her crotch into my face as my tongue and lips devoured her sex. She grunted when she came and I felt her legs shaking. I eased away gently after her orgasm as her body became limp on the desk.

I grabbed her ankles and rolled her back onto her shoulders, exposing her crotch to me again. I spread her legs in a wide vee with my hands and dipped my head back down between her thighs. Her head snapped up and her eyes were wide with disbelief. I think she thought I would rape her.

Instead, I slowly licked her slit, teasing, never penetrating with my tongue. I literally licked up every drop that oozed out of her. Her hands gripped the desk so she wouldn't fall off.

"Holy shit; what are you doing?" She panted, "I already came."

I teased her for several minutes, until she was moaning and breathing heavily. Then I let go of her legs and picked her up, one arm under her knees and one arm under her back. She looked up at me, confused.

I tossed her on the bed and then I laid down on my back.

"Sit on my face," I said.

"What?" She asked.

"Sit on my face; fuck my face, come on, just do it!

She clambered up over me and settled down with her knees pinning my shoulders and when her thighs cupped my face I began licking her again. She took the hint and rode my face like a pro, using my tongue to rub across her clit. My pants had a wet spot the size of a baseball and my penis was fully erect.

Her second orgasm came a wonderful thirty minutes later, and she nearly smothered me. She screamed out loud and seemed to forget that my face was under her weight. She rolled of and onto her back on the bed, gasping for breath.

"Oh, my God, I've never done that. I had no idea it could be so intense!"

"I'm glad you enjoyed it. I enjoyed doing it for you."

"Oh, gosh, Will, you're amazing, but you didn't..."

"I don't need to; I did what I wanted to do, and thank you for letting me do it."

She put her head on my shoulder, slid a leg across my body, and I put my arm around her.

"In the morning, I think you should call your mom to let her know you're okay."

"Okay, Will," she said sleepily. "Whatever you say."

She fell asleep within a couple of minutes and I dozed off shortly thereafter. Just having a woman's body near mine gave me joy again.

As fate would have it, when I awoke it was because her hand was firmly clasping my morning wood through my pants. I tried to believe it was accidental, but her hand squeezed and let go, then squeezed again, keeping me hard.

I sat up and pushed her away from me as tenderly as I could. I started walking toward the bathroom when I heard Kate say, "Please come back, naked."

Determined to behave myself, I took a quick shower, but I had a feeling that her obsession with having sex was not just to repay me for my kindness. Against my better judgement, I went back to bed wearing a towel. She beamed with satisfaction that she had convinced me to give in. I had no idea how far I would let this go.

I laid down on the bed and she cuddled with me again. Her head nuzzled into my neck as she slid a hand down my torso and ripped away the towel. Unable to avoid thinking about the possibilities, my erection was ready for attention.

Her hand teased my shaft and my balls and I knew this was not her first time doing this. She seemed to know exactly where and how to touch, how much pressure to use, and she took her time. She worked on me for about twenty minutes before I groaned with need. I felt precum at the end of my penis.

"I'm new at this, but you're the first guy who I ever wanted to try it with," she said.

Her hand never stopped stroking as she moved her head down and slowly took the tip of my penis in her mouth. Her warm breath sent bolts of arousal shooting from the tip to the base. She slid her mouth off the tip and back on a few times, and then looked up at me.

"Do I have to swallow when you get there?"

"No, Kate, and you don't have to do this."

"Yes, I do. I need to know," she said, sliding her mouth back over the tip.

Her hand was stroking so slowly that it was driving me crazy. She had no idea how badly it was teasing me. I was getting so hot and frustrated that I just wanted to grab her head and force my shaft down her throat. But I didn't.

I let her do it her way and when I felt the onslaught of a huge orgasm, I groaned out loud to warn her.

"Kate! I'm gonna cum!" I grunted, feeling the cum surging through my shaft.

She took her mouth off but kept stroking. She giggled when I shot my load all over my chest and my stomach.

"Oh, my gosh, how long have you been saving it?" She asked, "I never imagined there could be so much."

While I lay there, catching my breath, she scooped up some semen with her fingers and tried tasting it. She made a funny face.

"Yuck! I don't see how girls can eat that stuff," she said.

"I think that's why a lot of girls take it in the back of their throat, so they can swallow without tasting it," i said.

"Well, maybe next time I'll try that."

"Next time? Listen, Kate, you need to think about getting on with your life."

"I didn't say the next time would be with you, did I, Will?"

"Oh, sorry," I said, ashamed of myself.

I convinced her to call her mother, and her mother thanked her for calling and she also apologized for not believing her story about her dad.

"I kicked the son of a bitch out when he got drunk and took a swipe at me."

I went into the bedroom so that Kate could talk to her mom in private. When she came into the bedroom, Kate told me the good news.

"Mom said I could come back home and she will let me drive her car so I can get my job back."

"That's wonderful! I'm so happy for you, Kate."

She came over and put her arms around my neck.

"I'm very happy that I met you, Will. Am I ever going to see you again?"

"I'll be here for the seminar all week but we can exchange phone numbers and stay in touch. I might be able to come visit on a weekend."

"That would be nice. Let's plan on it," she said.

As I had promised, I took her shopping for a few things, and then I sent her home in a Uber and went back to work preparing for the seminar. On Wednesday evening, as I was getting ready to go out to eat, someone knocked on my door.

When I opened the door, Kate was standing there with a big smile on her face. Next to her was a woman her height with long brown hair and the prettiest face I had ever seen. She was dressed in a waitress uniform and the blouse bulged out where her breasts lie underneath. Her teeth were perfect and white as could be.

Her uniform skirt was much higher over the knee than I expected, showing off some toned very sexy legs. She extended her hand and when I shook it, I felt a warm glow that we seemed to share. Her dark brown eyes were beautiful and I found myself staring at her.

"Will, this is my Mom, Gloria. I told her all about everything you did for me and she wanted to meet you."

"Everything?" I asked, nervously.

"Oh, yes, EVERYTHING!" Said Gloria, "And I've been dying to meet you. May we come in, Will?"