Jane strolled casually through the park, taking in the sights, the smells and the sounds that the place offered. She'd taken to her little walks ever since her parents had started fighting non-stop - she just had to get out.
Today was just like any other spring day in New York - mild, overcast with pollution, but not so bad in the wide expanse of Central Park. It was known as a bad area, but she had her pepper spray, so it didn't particularly phase her.
She'd just sat down to enjoy the lunch she'd packed herself when a boy about her age (18) came barging out of the bushes behind her. Startled, she stood quickly and stared at him. About 6ft tall, attractive with now-messy brown hair, the boy's eyes were punctuated by fear. "You gotta help me!" he panted, obviously out of breath from running. "They're after me!" Jane was about to ask "who", when 2 Black men plunged out of the same thicket the boy had emerged from seconds earlier. The boy moved into an attempt at a fighting stance, but obviously had no idea what he was doing.
One of the boys turned to his companion, looking at Jane, and said in a low voice "Who da fuck is dat?" Jane, having no love for gangbangers and blacks in general, decided to act. Reaching into her purse, she drew out her pepper spray and quickly gave each a squirt to the face. The effect was better than she could imagine. Both of them bolted, disappearing into the distance. The young white-boy eventually wiped the look of amazement off his face and replaced it with one of relief. "Thank you SO much!" he exclaimed. I thought I was dead
"Why were they chasing you?" "I honestly have no clue. Guilty of being white I guess."
"Yeah, you get that", Jane remarked. "Hi, I'm Steffan", the boy stated, taking her hand and shaking it. Normally Jane had a rule about talking to strangers in the park, but this guy seemed okay… and she couldn't deny the strange feelings she felt when she looked him in the eye… "Would you like to join me for lunch?" She said brightly. "How could I turn down an offer like that?" Steffan cheerfully replied.
Well, after talking for a little while, it turned out that Steffan actually lived in the building next to Jane's. Amazed by this coincidence, they spent the rest of the afternoon walking around the park together. Jane couldn't understand the feelings swirling around her head… and not just her head… This boy was doing things to her she'd never felt before… and all he was doing was walking and talking…
Jane didn't have much experience in the opposite sex, as she seldom trusted men living around her area… but she had a fair idea what was going on with her right now…
Steffan stopped and walked over to a nearby bush, and before Jane realised what he was doing, he turned around and offered her the rose he'd just picked. She accepted it, with a smile, and sniffed it. It smelled good, but not as good as Steffan. The brown haired boy took her hand and said, in a sincere voice, " Would you like to go out sometime?" Jane, taken aback, managed to mumble a "Yes.."
Steffan looked into her eyes, and said softly "I don't know what it is about you… but you do something to me…." He trailed off as their lips met… Jane was swept off her feet… she'd never been kissed like this before… soft, but firm, almost urgent… the kiss gained momentum as the couple drifted to the ground… It was getting quite late now, and they were in a little tucked up corner of the park. No one within maybe 500m from their location. They rolled on the soft grass for minutes that seemed like years, their tender embraced complemented by their almost violent kissing...
Jane pulled away from Steffan, sat on the soft, dry grass, and begun to unbutton her blouse. Jane was very proud of her looks… Blonde hair, voluptuous figure, her uncommonly beautiful face sporting the deepest, most beautiful pair of brown eyes Steffan had ever seen. As Jane removed her blouse, his hands went for the two beautiful perfect breasts her sheer undergarment scarcely concealed. He reached behind her and uncoupled the fastener without two much effort, helping her out of the red brassiere. His right hand immediately began to caress her left nipple, while he took the other one in his mouth. She began to breath heavily, panting, letting the occasional little groan escape her beautiful lips.
As soon as she was able to regain control of her limbs, her left hand shot out at his crotch, speedily unzipping his fly and button and reaching in to pull out his rapidly hardening cock. He siged with relief to have his cock out of his underpants, where he was rapidly running out of space. Jane stared at his cock in awe. It wasn't anything massive, but it was well proportioned, and about the perfect size. Big, but unintimidating.