What was I thinking? This is so stupid. I'm going to get myself killed out here sitting on a park bench dressed like such a slut thought Heather as she began to lose her confidence. She had fantasized so many times about meeting a stranger in the park and getting her brains fucked out.
She cut a wife-beater so that it barely covered the bottom of her nice round perky B-cups. Her areolas, the size of silver dollars and dark brown showed through the thin material. She wore a loose denim shirt that she could allow to fall open or quickly cover up as needed. Her skirt was so short it was almost obscene. The curve of her ample ass could barely be contained and her lavender G-string was being swallowed into her juicy abyss.
Even her shoes were carefully chosen for the adventure. Four inch heels on the sexiest black patent Mary Jane's with knee high white stockings hugging her perfectly shaped calves. Her long dark hair provides her with an escape for her nervous hands as she tosses it from side to side sliding her fingers through occasionally twirling the long strands absently while second-guessing her earlier bravery.
She's unaware she already has an audience. He watches from the shadows along the tree line. She had chosen a relatively quiet area half hoping to see no one and wanting some privacy if someone came along. He had been standing there observing her for nearly 15 minutes weighing his options, wondering if he was reading this situation correctly. Did she want to get fucked? She must. Her outfit had him so hot. Her tits trying to escape her barely there tank top. Her skirt is clearly a cock tease with her bare skin touching the bench and the skirt blowing gently in the breeze exposing her tiny panties beneath. Her shoes scream fuck me. Derrick is frozen there wondering if he could be this lucky. Should he approach? Will she get cold feet? The way she's pulling on her waist-length wavy dark hair makes him think she's ready to bolt. It's now or never.
Derrick works his way along the tree line until he can come from behind her. He quietly walks up to the bench behind the beauty and places his hand firmly on her shoulder and says, "Don't move. I've come for you and I want you to do exactly what I say from this point forward. No questions. Just do. Do you understand?" Heather nearly wet her panties. And they were already soaked from the excitement of being so exposed in public in anticipation of something like this happening. Was this a psycho? What was she doing? Does she do what he says? Maybe she's no longer in control. Best to play along and see what his intentions are. She nods her head slowly.
Good. Derrick slides his right hand down her shoulder and touches the soft skin of her breast peeking beneath her cut off shirt. He lifts the shirt and finds her nipples erect. He rolls her right nipple between his thumb and forefinger and gives it a hard pinch. She moans and he feels her rapid heartbeat telling him all he needs to know. He moves his hand to the left and gives her left nipple the same treatment. She moans again but leaves her hands to her sides with her legs slight apart. A jogger rounds the bend about a 100 meters from where they sit but he'll come within 30 before he passes by and Derrick wonders if she'll change her posture as the jogger nears.
Heather sees the jogger on the trail heading their way and a second wave of juices floods her aching pussy. He's touching her nipples and she wants to suck his cock but she's not sure if she should move or if like a baby deer, one false move and he could flee. Oh please don't let him be a psycho. Just a hot stud with a big cock would be great. Now he has her cut-off tank top raised exposing both tits and he's using both hands now to squeeze and pull her nipples. He says, "Open your legs so he can see your panties." She did as she was told and moaned again as continued to play with her beautiful tits. The jogger neared the closest point and his hard-on was evident complimented by his huge grin. Her visitor leaned down and whispered in her ear "Lick your lips and smile at him like you want his cock too." She ran her tongue around her plump red lips spread her legs as wide as they could go at an angle that gave the jogger the best view as he passed by and went down the trail. She wondered what would have happened if he had stopped. Would she fuck them both? The thought of it kept her juices gushing.
Derrick still felt as if he was in a dream. He told her to start rubbing her clit and move the panties out of the way so he could see it. He could see her clit was swollen to the point it looked as if it might burst. He wanted to suck it. Chew on it. Tickle it. Squeeze it. Oh how his cock ached. He moves around in front of her and she looks up with her big grey eyes coated with mascara and Derrick has no clue what a fine bitch like this is doing out here on this park bench like a total slut but guesses she is a sex addict, hopes she is a sex addict that's going to keep doing what he says.
