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.
