Fuck this fucking skirt, I curse it as it rides up my thighs forcing me to pull it down every fifteen ten seconds. If I didn't like the attention my short clothing gives me I wouldn't wear it. Always get a compliment or even a cat call in my most tight and whorish looking outfits with no regard for the practicality of life. They're so easy to tear off or slip down my body too I can't resist an easy exposed moment.
Me and a dozen other pedestrians travel over the crosswalk entering Boston Common, Park Street Station to my right and the whole park on my left. People blur together on the main routes bustling with activity. With all the foot traffic I can still find a good bench to sit at almost away from the others and make a beeline for it. Suddenly I'm stopped in my tracks when I notice a man approach the bench and sit with his legs spread. I groan and scuff my shoe into the ground. Damn it I think to myself where else am I going to find a quiet place to sit?
When I look around for another place I see the man putting his hand on his crotch rubbing it, squeezing it a bit as his pants grow. In shock I put my hand on my mouth. Is he really going to do that right here in the park? I mean it's not terribly busy but the occasional person jogs by this specific bench. I can't stop watching my eyes glued to his crotch surveying his hard on bulging out begging to be freed.
The water fountain directly across this bench catches my eye and I walk over to it, kind of turned away from this man as I lean over and take a long drink. The upper parts of my thighs get a gust of air and the fabric of my skirt lifts up. My panties feel the wind pick up and I don't hurry to cover myself up. By the time I'm standing up straight again I feel a pair of big strong hands grabbing on my waist as something pokes my ass from behind. I'm pushed into the fountain and my hands grip the edge to keep myself up.
''Doing that on purpose huh? Begging for it little girl?'' A gruff voice whispers in my ear as his hands move around to my front, moving up my skirt grabbing me by the cunt shaking me.
''Don't talk, I want you to walk with me on my arm and follow me, understand?'' His hands tighten where they are on my body his knuckles turn white. He lets me go immediately after groaning loud from the touch. Finally turning around I look a few inches up and he's there looking over me like meat. He's so close I can feel his hard on rubbing against my stomach. I can barely stutter an okay before I'm clasped to his arm being taken even farther away from everyone else.
''You took my bench'' I say quietly, rubbing his arm up and down looking at him a bit deviously. ''I was thinking about doing the same'' I admit looking away to blush. I don't notice the tree so close to me before I'm pushed into it, my back hitting the rough Oak bark.
''Good, won't need to do it yourself now right?'' His hand lays flag above my head and the other grabs at my tight shirt pulling it over my head with one pull. I'm exposed and the slight wind turns my nipples rock hard. I look around and blush, searching for people nearby. I'm hardly allowed time to even process what's happening before I'm turned around so I'm facing the tree. I feel him use his foot to move my legs separating them even more under me. My legs quiver in terror and excitement I can barely contain how turned on I am. He knows immediately when I feel two fingers start rubbing my pussy over my panties as he balls up my skirt tight in his fist.
His fingers rub my little throbbing clit between my panties and my knees almost buckle together forcing desperate moans out of my mouth. My pussy drools droplets of juice in my panties as he rubs me and forms a dark sticky spot on them. Leaves rustle behind me and I look behind and see nothing, nothing him now on one knee before he buries his face between my legs from behind. I can feel his slight stubble on my smooth thighs and his lips directly on my panties slowly kissing the same wet spot making me quiver.
