It was the 4th of July and the fireworks celebration was just getting started. The air was cool and moist and the darkness around me was lit only by the fireballs exploding in the sky. I lay on my blanket on the grassy hill surrounded by other groups of people with their eyes riveted on the sky.
A dark shape temporarily obscured my view, then became visible as a man wrapped in a long blanket settled himself beside me. I smiled at the stranger and then continued to watch the show. He leaned back on his elbows, quite near me, and whispered soft comments about each firework -- the color, the brightness. His voice was intoxicating, and I became more interested in listening to the words from his lips than watching the show. He moved closer to me, softly whispering, his words like honey dripping from his tongue. I felt myself grow moist with need as he silently covered my body with his, shrouding us both in his blanket. In our own universe now, his hot groin pressed satisfyingly against my throbbing pelvis, each firework explosion echoed through our bones as he pressed my body against the ground.
Warm, confident hands slid up my thighs under my skirt and found the panties at my waist. In one smooth movement he slid them down my legs and off, barely lifting his bulk from my body. I could feel then that he was naked beneath his blanket, his rock hard member brushing softly against my cool inner thigh, making me tremble with want.
I slid my hands under the blanket that shielded us from the world and found his firm buttocks, and clenched them with my hands, pressing him harder into me, guiding his smooth cock between my thighs and toward my need between.