"Want to play a game? I am at the botanic park. Come find me 😈."
I texted him as soon as I parked, knowing that I had maybe 10 minutes before I heard his car; before the game would begin in earnest. For now, however, I had to find a place to hide.
I shoved my purse under my seat, not wanting any extra baggage for our game. As I walked away from the parking lot, pocketing my key, I took a moment to marvel in the beauty of the park. There were rows of roses and fountain focal points, sectors of shrubs and tracts of trees. We had been here during the day and it was a gorgeous park; quite large, it started at the roadside and went back quite a ways to the river bank. While we meandered around the grounds hand-in-hand under the streaming sunlight, we had talked about playing here at night, but neither of us had ever visited after dark. This was new. This was the most daring thing I had ever done. I let out a squeal of delight, a big brilliant grin flashing in the dark, before quickening my pace through the honeysuckle covered trellis.
The old fashioned street lamps along the curving cobblestone pathways left plenty of shadows in which to hide and lent a rather romantic air to the primal night. But the vegetation was low here and I would be easily spotted... plus we would be clearly seen from the road. I scurried further back into the park, where the trees became more frequent and the shrubs became higher. I knew that there was a clearing coming up with a simple children's play area contained within. The area would be deserted at this time of night, of course, but it might make for the perfect hiding spot... and backdrop for the second part of the game. A shiver ran up my spine at the thought of how the night would end.
As I emerged into the clearing, I looked around, trying to find the best spot to hide. There wasn't much in this glade: a few picnic tables around the edges of the square and a simple skeleton of weather worn wood in the centre. There were no lights here, probably a tactic to keep kids away after dark. Fortunately, the moon was full and the sky was clear, providing enough light for our risqué game. As I stood at the end of the clearing, I heard the roar of his Jaguar pulling into the parking lot. A jolt of excitement struck me like lightening and nervous giggle escaped my lips.
Running over to the closest picnic table, I heard the engine shut off. As I crouched behind the bench to the right of the path, I heard the echos of his door closing. I balanced on the balls of my feet, leaning forward on the bench, watching the path. I couldn't deny my excitement, or my arousal. My loose black tee hung low and the air felt cool against my sensitive breasts, free tonight from their usual confines of a bra. I caught myself moving gently on the edge of the bench, causing my nipples to rub against the fabric.
As the minutes ticked by, moments merging together and stretching into the night, my right hand drifted between my legs. My knees were already parted to accommodate the ball balancing crouch I held and my fingertips didn't hesitate to find their mark. Gently I ran a finger over my lips, my nerves already awake, the movement sending a shiver up my spine. The next pass down my lips was firmer and a low sigh escaped my lips. My booty shorts were thin and I wondered how visible the spreading patch of wetness would be through the blend of blues. One finger became two as I stroked the length of my pussy; occasionally I would press on my opening, sometimes flicking my clit. My body was tight with sexual energy.
It wasn't long before I heard the crunch of shoes on gravel. A startled intake of breath tipped him off and our eyes met in the dark. He was 20 feet away. I couldn't understand how I hadn't heard him; wondered briefly if he had seen me playing with myself. As if in reply, he flashed me a grin, wicked and feral, as he stalked toward me.
Biting my lower lip, I realised that hide and seek was over. It was time for part two; I had to run.
I rocked back on my feet, standing up and lurching from him, headed further into the clearing. But, when prey runs, predators give chase.
A quick glance behind me and I knew he was running after me; bigger, stronger strides eating up the space between us. I gave a shriek that may have been a giggle and, in reply, I heard a low growl from behind me. As I was scanning the approaching play structure to find a way to put space between me and him, I felt firm fingers close around my wrist. A wild grin took over my face as my pace slowed and I pulled against him. In response he pulled back and we went tumbling together onto the grass.
