They lay in the grass at the bottom of the hill, so that above their feet, they could see the sun hovering in the bright blue sky, cloudless. The warm breeze tickled their skin, and they squinted their eyes at the light. They continued talking, of music, of everything, of his dog, of her cat. They laughed, and, inside, each ached to tell the other that they were having a fabulous time.
They'd just kind of wound up there. She'd seen him after the meeting, walking alone to his car, and had matched his pace, hoping she was inconspicuous. As the minutes flew by, as he noticed her repeatedly biting gently on her lower lip, it was as though they both knew that to let that one moment go was to let everything go, and so, she suggested they walk to the park to keep talking. She said she enjoyed conversation with him. He hadn't heard that in a while, and she hadn't said it in a while.
So, they found themselves there, with the dappled shadows from the oak above, bent to the wind. She could feel it lift her skirt around her knees, gently up, as if in provocation. She took off her heels using each opposite foot, and dug her feet into the grass. The ground was a little wet from earlier rainfall, and her heels were dirty from sinking into the mud. She sighed, and rested her eyes closed. They'd started upright, but gradually sank against the tree, its weight an anchor, pulling them down to the earth. Each of them felt safe in that moment, as though nothing could touch them, as though the sound of never-ending alarm bells, ringing loud, were suddenly quiet; they were too. Words had left, and it was odd to be so comfortable in silence with someone so soon, and then, she had an idea. It was a bad idea, probably, she thought. Yet, the thought kept creeping into the front of her mind as though it were a notification dinging on her cell phone or an unpaid bill. She wanted to know... She wanted to know if he was of 'that persuasion.'
What she meant was, kinky. She didn't like to think about it too much, it all made her feel a little dirty, but that's also kind of what she liked about it. She needed someone who could match her, who would want to climb up into those clouds with her on some kind of twisted power-trip, and she thought, maybe it's him...
As the surroundings peacefully encased them in the moment, she looked over at him, and he smiled, close to her. It was a warm, kind of toothy smile, with his light green eyes shining. His usually coiffed brown hair was a little messed up from laying in the grass. She noticed that the light around them was dimming a little as a cloud passed overhead. She may not have much time to try at what she wanted.
She wasn't arrogant, but she knew that smile. That was not just a friendly smile. If it was, then, well, he was very friendly indeed. She smiled back, and fought the urge to trace his lips with her fingertips right away.
She'd only recently realized something about herself, that maybe, in her years of searching for her 'kink' or, 'dirty secret,' that maybe she'd been going about it all wrong. Maybe she didn't like to be told what to do, or manhandled, reprimanded. Maybe, though, she'd like to try and do those things. Maybe, she thought, she had a power within her she'd just not yet tried out, like some electric magician's secret hidden within the palms of her hands that absolutely no one knew about yet. So she looked at him, and watched how he looked at her. His eyes were getting big now, almost saucer-like, and his lips parted a little. It was all beginning to make sense to her now, why she'd always liked guys that seemed a little more 'feminine' in high-school. She'd tried girls, and it was okay, she'd liked it even, but she was still searching for that 'special spark.'
As she looked at him, she noticed a deep pink blush starting at his cheeks, and he looked down, adjusting his glasses further up his nose with a finger. She moved just slightly closer to him, and saw him tense, heard his breath catch a little, almost imperceptibly, and she knew she had her answer. She felt a bit like a lioness. At that moment, she wanted to devour him, but she knew that traditionally, that's not what 'girls do,' that it wasn't 'lady-like' or 'proper.' However, she no longer cared about any of that. She'd been through enough to know that those things, those rules, were of no concern to her any longer. They no longer applied.
"Close your eyes," she said to him, smiling a smile which drew the left half of her lips up into a cute dimple.
He looked nervous. He searched her face for a moment, then chuckled a little, seemingly okay with going along with whatever she was trying at.
She liked that.
He rested his eyes. They looked relaxed and were framed by the boxy glasses he wore. She just looked for a moment, trying to summon some courage from deep within herself. She sighed a little, and he smiled at that.
Then, she swung a leg over his lap so she rested there, her skirt pulled up around her knees. Instantly, his eyes flashed open in surprise, and his breathing started hard and fast.
"What- what are you doing?" He laughed, his face turning red.
"Do you want me to get off?" She asked, serious. "I don't want to do anything you don't want to, but I can't resist you. Can you resist me?" She looked him dead in the eyes. He had trouble meeting her gaze, and he was breathing a little raggedly then.
She could feel his cock stir and rise against her thigh, trying to press against the softest part of the thong she'd worn that day, which was getting wet.
"No," he breathed, and his hands found her thighs, trying to grope them. "I don't want you to get off."
She took his hands in hers, stopping their movement. She pulled his arms out and to the side, resting them against the grass.
"Good," she said, laughing a little. It was hard to be completely cool about the situation. Her heart was racing in her chest. "Keep your hands here, if that's okay with you." She was still leaning over him, pinning him to the earth.
He swallowed hard, looking down at her chest. It was suddenly so close to his face, and hard to ignore. She laughed a little at the predictableness of it all, but she was enjoying herself nonetheless.
"If you want to stop me at any time, you can tell me to stop and I will, but I hope it's okay if I want to kiss you and touch you," she said, releasing one arm, hoping he'd play along, and lightly tracing his lips with her thumb.
"Uh-Um," he stammered, "Yeah, okay."
"I've wanted you since I first saw you. Do you know that?" She asked.
"No," he exhaled, eyes wide again.
She traced his jaw, ran her hands through his hair some, and felt at his chest. She let herself grind against his lap a little, and the friction was making it hard to concentrate on just what she wanted to do, but she summoned all the confidence she had to continue.
"You're beautiful," he said.
She laughed a cascading laugh. "Thank you," she said, "So are you."
He laughed, looking away a little, seemingly unsure of what to make of the compliment.
She put her fingers to his mouth again, and she was very pleased when he opened his mouth for them, licking at them softly and gently. She breathed out audibly.
"Do you want me?" She asked, hopeful.
He nodded in response, accompanied by little pitiful moans of lust.
"Do you want to touch me?" She asked.
His left arm started to move, but she caught it and held it at the wrist.
"I want to kiss you. You don't have to kiss me back hard. I want to kiss you the way I want to kiss you," she said, hoping he got her meaning. She let him continue sucking at her finger for a moment, then removed it slowly.
He smiled brightly, and she felt a strange bright glow beneath her ribs, a taste of excitement. She was stunned that she liked it as much as she did, which was to say, that she loved it.
She leaned in, and kissed him, gently. His lips barely moved against hers, and she liked being able to control the speed and depth of the kiss. He couldn't help trying to press his hips deeply against her, trying to move against the fabric of her panties. She lifted up just slightly so he could barely feel her, instead.
She sucked at his bottom lip, and then kissed him harder, asking for him to open to her completely, and he did. He grunted lightly, in frustration, she supposed. She felt a rush like lightning in her stomach. She'd never felt this hot, this electric, before. He started to kiss back helplessly, trying to suck at her lips as she'd done to him.
Breaking the kiss, she leaned back and rested her full weight against his crotch. Then she took his hands, leading them over her stomach, resting them gently on her breasts. He instinctually began to knead and grab, but she shook her head and stilled them.
"No, just place them there. Don't grab. Let them rest here," she said, guiding them to the apex of her full, high breasts. They slipped around a little as she moved against him.
"I like you," she told him.
"I-I like you, too," he said, staring now full-on at her breasts. He licked his lips quickly, and they were both imagining the same thing, his tender tongue swirling against one of her pert nipples. His glasses slid a little down his nose.
"We better be careful, though. We can't fuck in a public park, I don't think. I think that's illegal. Isn't it?" She asked, her eyes glowing devilishly.
The reality of the situation seemed to dawn on him, and he got a little serious, looking around, though there was no one there. She found it humorous.
"Yes, yes I think you're right about that," he replied. It sounded as though his mouth were dry.
"But, you'd still like to feel up my tits, wouldn't you? And you'd like to feel between my legs and see how wet I am, wouldn't you?" She asked, teasing the very tip of his cock, hovering her hips above him and moving in a slow, undulating motion, like gentle lapping waves.
He inhaled sharply, and just looked at her. She found his innocent expression cute. She wanted to tear him to pieces. She wondered at herself: what have I become? What am I doing? But, then the answers didn't matter anymore, as she saw his face turn red and to the side, moaning in pleasure and exasperation.
"You like that, don't you?" She lowered herself a little more, stroking him through his pants. She could feel the entire length of him, and she wanted all of him inside her, but she'd have to let him earn it. That's how she wanted him. "Here," she said, reaching between her legs, "You can taste if you like."
