It was the summer after I graduated from high school; I was eighteen at the time. I was dating the guy who was to eventually become my first husband. He was two years older than I. We both worked day jobs and saw each other most evenings.
We both worked about 5 minutes from a large county park. In nice weather, when our lunch hours coincided, we used to meet at the park for lunch. Both of us would brown bag it on those days that we planned to meet. In that park there were probably 20 or so groves each complete with picnic tables, stationary grills, swing sets, see saws, etc. On the hillsides that separated each picnic grove were, scattered here and there, picnic tables and a few stationary grills.
We would meet at the same grove each time that we went there, then walk up the hill to one of the picnic tables that were removed from a grove and other people. We usually picked a table that was near the top of the hill. We would and sit there, in our own private world, and eat and talk. We were in complete view of the road and of everyone else that was using that portion of the park, yet we were also alone together and could talk privately.
The first time that we had overt sexual contact there happened on a beautiful warm sunny day. We had finished eating our lunches and we were sitting talking. I was sitting on top of the picnic table and he was sitting sideways on the bench in front of me, straddling the bench. My feet were resting on the seat that he was sitting on. My back was toward the road at the bottom of the hill where most of the other people were. He moved over until he was sitting between my feet, with one of my legs on each side of him. Lifting his leg that was on the outer side of the bench he threw it up over the bench and turned to face me. He was now sitting on the bench between my legs, facing me, as I sat above him on the table top.
As we talked he slipped his hands up under my dress. I didn't mind at all and I allowed him to go on without any protesting from me. I knew that no one could see what we were doing because my back was toward all the others that were there. I was facing the top of the hill with no other tables above ours. The top of the hill was covered with dense thick woods.
He rubbed my crotch thru my panties and it felt soooo good. I even spread my thighs open to give him better access. He had a talent for rubbing me in just the right places, thru my clothes. I was enjoying his touch and the feelings that he was creating in me.
He stopped rubbing my crotch thru my panties and slipped his hands around to the side of my hips then up to my waist. I felt his fingers grasp the elastic band at the waist of my panties and wondered what he was up to. He began pulling my panties down over my hips. I clasp my thighs back tight together in defense of his actions.
Being a little hesitant I ordered him, "Stop!"
"Just trust me," he said in a hushed voice.
I looked around behind me and saw that there was still no one near us. The closest people to us were a couple that was eating lunch at a picnic table about 200 feet down hill from where we were sitting. I was facing away from them so they could not see what we were doing. Knowing that there was no one close to us I relented. I didn't say a word to encourage him but I stopped protesting and lifted my butt up slightly, allowing him to slip my panties down over my hips.
I was wearing a full, layered peasant skirt with a hem length that fell a few inches below my knees. My skirt was long enough and full enough that it was covering me well and hiding what we were doing. I had sandals on my feet which I had kicked off when I boosted myself up on the top of the picnic table.
Slowly, so as to not draw attention to ourselves, he slid my panties down my thighs, over my calves and off my bare feet. He scrunched them up in a ball and stuffed them into his pocket.
Reaching up under my skirt again, he slowly slid his hands up my thighs, causing shivers to run up my spine. I felt very sexy sitting there in public while he toyed with my bare legs under my skirt. When his hands reached the top of my thighs one of his hands found its way down between my thighs to my pussy. Very lightly and tenderly his fingers brushed across my lips. Then he started trying to push his hand under me to cup my pussy in his hand.
Before spreading my thighs again I glanced around behind me, looking to see if anyone was watching us. Everyone else, that I could see, was so engrossed in their own activities that they were not paying any attention to us or anyone else.
I leaned back slightly, propping myself on my outstretched arms behind me, causing my crotch to move up and forward, making it available to his fingers. I also spread my legs open giving him better access to my pussy. His fingers poked and prodded a little then he found my slit and started slipping a finger between my lips, sliding it up and down. The sensations that he was creating in me were fantastic.