Him: It's that first perfect day of spring. I always think it's the sexiest day of the year, that day in May when it's warm and sunny and you can finally see all the beautiful bodies people have been hiding away all winter. Cleavage, arms, legs, everything is finally exposed. My favorite day of the year.
You go to a park with friends. Dressed for fun, maybe a short skirt. Drinking in the park, checking people out, having fun.
I pass you a couple times. Jogging in a tee shirt and shorts. You notice my body, but also my eyes on you. Whenever we see each other the eye contact is perfect, confident, sexy, with both of us making that smirking smile that says 'I know what you want.'
Your friends leave, go to a movie or something, but you want to feel the sun on your skin some more. It's late afternoon, but still in the 60s, and the sunlight is golden and warm on your body. You sit off on the grass in a secluded area, sipping a beer, soaking up the sun. People are leaving the park, but when you thought you were all alone I walk by.
I come up to join you. Sit next to you on the thick grass. Smiles. Chatting. You offer me one of your beers. There's definitely chemistry, and you can feel my eyes on you, hungry. You can't get enough of me either...you haven't seen such nice arms all winter.
Finally I get up and tell you to come with me. You wouldn't usually do this, but I say it so confidently. We walk further into the park, slowly, until we're in a secluded little clearing. The grass is green and thick, and there's a wooden bench set out in the middle.
I stop you, pull you to me, a bit too forward for your usual tastes, but you go with it. My hands on your hips. My eyes on yours. My lips graze yours, half a kiss, then I stop. I look at you again, ask: "are you a good girl or a bad girl?"
You could laugh at that. Could walk away. But I'm pretty sure you'll be staying here with me...
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Her: I shiver. I'm not sure if it's out of anticipation, or because we are in the shade. As you pull me in closer and I get a feel of your biceps, I begin to warm up. You can feel me heating up through the thin material of your shorts as I ponder your question. I reach up to whisper my answer in your ear. I have to get up on my tiptoes to reach and you can feel my nipples brush against your chest.
"Well?" you ask.
I grab your hair and pull your head back.
"Don't be so impatient," I tease. "After all, we just met," I say as I exhale warmly on your neck.
I pause a second to give you a chance to respond. Instead of an answer, you plant your hand on my ass, grabbing it hard and pulling me into you kissing me firmly, your tongue darting in and out of my mouth.
Clearly this was going to be a struggle for power.
You let me go and as my heels hit the ground, you instantly walk away and go sit on the nearby bench. . .
I pause for a second, testing the waters - trying to get a feel for who is going to make the next move. When I finally can't wait one more second, I walk over to you, forcing myself to walk slowly - firstly to avoid looking too eager, and secondly to let you get a good look at what you could have, or what you're going to miss depending on how the afternoon goes.
I sit on the grass in front of the bench, just out of reach to force you to make the next move.
"So?" you ask.
I'm enjoying the back and forth of this game. I feel like the puppetmaster, although perhaps you feel the same. I am fairly sure however, that you are wholly unaware that from my angle, I can see right up your running shorts. You're not entirely hard, but you're definitely paying attention. It occurs to me that someone like you might want to invest in longer shorts to avoid being preyed upon by women like me. . . which is probably exactly what you're looking for.
As I'm distracted by these random thoughts, you notice my eyes are clearly focused on your inseam. Your cock responds and acknowledges my stare with a small throbbing motion. You reach over and grab my wrist and pull me up to my knees. I crawl to the bench, now kneeling between your legs. Only a few sheets of thin material separate my juicy pink lips from what you've been thinking about since you first saw me sunning in the grass. I've been told several times I have DSL (dick-sucking lips) and the idea has not escaped you.
I reach up and run my hands down your sides taking advantage of this uninterrupted feel of your amazing body. A jogger runs by and lets out a whistle. We're not doing what he thinks we are but if he comes back in ten minutes, we might be.
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Him:It's cute that you think that you're in charge, my puppetmaster. I don't mind it, I liked feeling you pull my head back by the hair, I liked letting you be in charge a bit, I like having to work for what I want. But I'm pretty confident I will get what I want, I feel like you wouldn't be kneeling before me in a public park if you weren't very interested.
That starts to change as your hand finds my semi-hard cock, through the mesh of my shorts. Your warm hand is rubbing it, bringing it to life, with a knowing smile on your face, your eyes on mine, your lips full and wet. You can feel your control growing, as I get harder, you've got me by the joystick. I'm smiling too, my hands on your shoulders, but the dirty smirk on my face is fading as you make me feel better and better.
When you reach up my shorts and grip my cock I can tell that I'm losing control. People thinking giving oral or a handjob is a submissive act, but really its dominant. We can both tell that you're getting the upper hand, that I'm rocking up against you, a horny creature dying for your lips.
I've got to stop this before you're totally in charge. I lean in and kiss you hard, and as my lips explore yours, my hands reach down and grasp you by the backs of your thighs, right behind your knees. In one motion, powerful but gentle, I pull your legs out from under you, sliding you onto your back, legs in the air. Before you know it you're flat in the grass, my body pressing down on you, my hands still on the backs of your bare thighs, sliding upwards, reaching into your skirt.
This is too much. You don't even know my name, you were more comfortable when you were in charge. Now my lean, hard body is pressing down on you, my hard bulge is pushing right up against your panties, my hands exploring further and further up your skirt. My lips are on your neck, then your collarbone and your shoulders. You can't decide whether it's time to stop this, or go with it completely. . .
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Her: I can't focus. I just give in for a minute, kissing you deeply, hungrily, letting your hands grab, move, touch feel wherever, whatever you want. I have a flash of a thought - of trying to stop you - but trying to control what's happening is like trying to wake from a dream. My body has total control and I can only focus on your hands on my body, the throbbing pressure between my legs from inside and out.
You feel me pushing my hips closer to you - I can't help it - I can't stop. It's still not enough. Between the few thin layers between us, you can feel that my panties are already soaked. You can feel my heat in the cool grass. Clearly I have given up any sense of privacy or modesty. I want to feel your hot body all over me - your hot mouth on my hard nipples - your rigid cock rubbing between my legs. But I don't want you to know that I'm totally willing to do anything you want at this point so I loosen my grip, forcing you to make a move to get my attention back.
