It is cold. I can see my breath in the light of the street lamp. I pull my coat tightly around me, but it does little. My nipples are hard under the lace of my hot pink bra; goose bumps have covered my stocking covered legs. The thin wrap style dress that I am wearing does little to protect my skin from the freeze in the air. It is 2 a.m. and I am sitting on the picnic table in the park like we agreed. My legs are spread, my skirt pulled up to reveal my naked pussy.
I see you walking toward me, a tall dark shape with a gait recognizable from our many previous outings. I shiver, from the cold and from the anticipation of your hands on my skin. When you reach me, you run your hands through my hair and kiss me deeply. You pull me into your arms and I forget the cold momentarily as my attention is focused on the wet heat in my cunt. I wrap my arms and legs around you, under your warm leather duster. "I am freezing," I whisper.
Laughing softly, you waste no time opening my coat to release the tie at the waist of my dress. You slide your hands inside, over my skin, warming me. My nipples are aching from the cold. You begin to rub and massage them. I begin to moan softly. I love the way you play with my breasts. I could spend hours basking in the gratification of your hands and mouth on my tits.
You pull gently at my nipples, rolling them between your fingers, before pulling the lace of my bra down. You pull back slightly so you can watch as you continue your lovely play with my sensitive peaks. You are using your thumbs now, rubbing the tips in slow circles. I allow my head to fall back, opening my arms to give you full access. My breath is coming in steamy gasps now and I am pushing my naked pussy against your crotch.
You lower me onto the table and begin to suck my right nipple while your hand continues its play with my left. You are gently at first and my hand moves to rest on the back of your head, my back arching toward heaven. Then you begin to suck deeply, pulling and tugging with your mouth. I wrap my legs around your back, making small sounds of delight. You hungrily turn your attention to my other nipple and your hand moves down my body, rubbing and caressing me. I spread my legs in anticipation of your hand, placing my feet firmly on the edge of the table to give me leverage. You fingers brush my pussy lips ever so lightly and I push my hips off the table, eager for you. You pull back your hand to my hips, pushing them back down on the table, all the while sucking and nibbling my nipples, first one, and then the other. "Shh," you murmur, "Be still."
