It was a beautiful evening, just about sunset, when I saw you for the first time. We first met on the internet, and everything had clicked right from the very beginning. You laughed at my dumb jokes and silly puns; I loved your direct and open way of sharing. Our ages were dissimilar yet we connected immediately. We were both married, actually we were both married happily, and still are, yet were looking for something more. My marriage was strong and happy, but my wife was ill and unable to do all the things we wanted. Sex did happen, but not frequently and even then, gently so as to not cause her any pain. You had married the love of your life, your soul mate and high school sweetheart. He was a great husband and a great father to your children. He was also gay. Sex also happened in your marriage, but again, not frequently and not with the passion you longed for. We had come from quite different backgrounds, yet we had arrived in the same place. We had arranged to meet in the park, in public you know, for safety reasons, and I suppose so that either one of us could bail at any time if we found things were not to our liking.
We locked eyes, and I found you very attractive. You had beautiful eyes, a small nose, soft, curling hair and lovely, kissable lips. As the sun began to set on the horizon, we began walking around the lake in the center of the park. We talked, laughed, and began to find things in common. My attraction for you grew, and your few slowly subsided. We brushed against each other as we walked, an arm, a shoulder, a hand. It took me some time to build up the courage to take your hand, yet finally, feeling like and awkward teenager, I just reached out and took it. Here we were, just a couple of average people with average bodies and average faces from different generations, in search of friendship, and if that all worked out, the same thing that human beings had been looking for from the beginning of time.
We looked at each other deeply as we walked, scarcely aware of our surroundings. We could feel the passion build as we walked. The heat from you pussy made your brow glisten, and your breaths came more quickly. Your palms grew hotter and I could tell you were ready to go farther. Our talk had become more sensual, sexy and graphic. We talked about pleasing ourselves, pleasing our spouses, and pleasing our lovers. We talked of straight sex, we talked of oral sex, and we talked of anal sex. I had become hard and my member was straining to free itself from my pants as we walked. We were fast approaching the point of no return. We talked of safe sex, we talked of risks and we talked of rewards.
As we came around the back side of the lake for a second time, the sun had set and dusk was beginning to settle. It was still light enough to see clearly, and we found a park bench to sit on. I put my arm around your shoulder and drew you near. Your head fell comfortably on my shoulder and you breathed deeply. We held hands across our laps and turned our heads to face each other.
We stopped talking and looked without blinking into each other's eyes. Without speaking, we lean slowly to each other and softly our lips met. It was our first kiss, and there was electricity in it. You felt it in your lips, in your hands, in your nipples and in your pussy. We opened up and French kissed deeply, searching out each other's mouths and savoring the taste and wetness of each other, and the heat began to rise. We drew closer together and kissed more, my cock getting harder and your pussy wetter as each second passed. We licked and touched and kissed each other, softly and wetly, arms around each other, feeling our bodies touch. We took a break to catch our breath, smiled and began again.