Seduction 121

It was a lovely sunny Saturday afternoon and I decided that I'd do a little work on my tan. Seeing as how I lived in a high-rise I didn't actually have a decent yard I could retire to enjoy the sun. Oh, the yard was there, but so was the shadow cast by the high-rise. I decided that I'd wander down to the local park and find a reasonably secluded spot and relax and contemplate life and upcoming decisions.

Dressed in shorts and a crop-top, without a bra being incredibly daring, I grabbed a towel to lie on, my phone so I could listen to music, and wandered down to the park.

The local park was a fairly popular family-orientated place. Still, there were a few places where you could enjoy some solitude and I found one, laid out my towel and settled down to toast in the sun.

Naturally enough part of that toasting involved adjusting my clothing to take maximum advantage. I rolled my top up a little until the underside of my breasts were just showing, and then undid the top button on my shorts and rolled the waistband down a little and the legs up a little, now showing a decent amount of skin, although nothing too scandalous. My bikinis showed more.

I settled down on the towel, slipped in my earphones, and contemplated life. There was one main area of contemplation that I was giving some thought to. Namely, my boyfriend, Mike.

I've known Michael since forever and we've always been a couple. I suppose that made him my steady boyfriend. I was eighteen a few months back and Mike is making noises that he wants to move our relationship along a little. A little from his point of view. A whole lot from mine. Did I want to go to bed with him or not?

On the whole I thought I did. We'd had several petting sessions that had become a little heavy and I had to admit that he could get me excited. Still, that wasn't reason enough to sleep with him. Neither was intense curiosity about sex. I'd told him I'd sleep with him when I was ready to sleep with him and not before.

Where my conundrum lay was in the fact that if I wasn't ready to sleep with him then did that mean I didn't really want to sleep with him? Was I being fair to him? On the other hand, sleeping with him when I didn't really want to wouldn't be fair to me and it's not as though you can take it back and un-sleep with someone. Some things once done are done for good. Or bad, in this case.

So there I was, lying there with my eyes closed, warm in the sun while my music played and idly wondering what it would be like when it did finally happen. I have to admit I was a little worried about that eventuality. I'd seen Mike's cock a couple of times in those petting sessions and it seemed to me that when stiff those things were a little on the large size.

Then I was giving a yelp, opening my eyes and trying to sit up, all at the same time. A hand had just rubbed my tummy. That hand also pressed down firmly enough that the sitting up bit failed, leaving me still lying there.

I turned furious eyes on the young man sprawled on the grass next to me. I knew him well enough and we were casually friendly and that was it. His name was Scott and he was a couple of years older than me and Mike.

"What do you think you're playing at?" I demanded as I ripped off my earphones. "And take your hand off me."

"I was just wandering past and saw you lying here looking lovely. It seemed to me that someone as attractive as you should have a smart and handsome young man accompanying her to pay homage to her beauty."

"And as there aren't any around you're filling in until one appears?" I asked sweetly.

"Something like that," he agreed with a grin, his hand rubbing little circles around on my tummy.

"Your hand," I mentioned, for the second time.

"Don't worry about it. It's just appreciating the silky feel of your skin. Don't worry. Public park, remember. If you think I'm pushing things just tell me to back off. You can always scream if I refuse."

"Oh, OK. Back off."

"No. I'm not pushing things just yet. Relax and enjoy the massage."

"And if I don't want to?"

In reply his fingers dug into my side just below my ribs, scoring a prompt bullseye on my tickle spot. I yelped and pushed at his hand which promptly slid away and resumed its gentle caress.

I decided to ignore his hand. After all, it wasn't as though he could do anything in the park, and he was only rubbing my tummy. It felt quite good, actually.

We stayed like that for a while, just talking generalities while he rubbed my tummy. I knew how a cat felt when it lay in the sun and you rubbed it. After a little while I was a trifle surprised to find I was getting a little short of breath and I abruptly switched my attention from the conversation to Scott's hand.

Thinking back I could now recall feeling his hand brushing against the underside of my breasts. From there it appeared to have crept higher and it was now under my top, holding one breast while his thumb was twiddling my nipple around. Both my nipples being erect was something else I noticed.

"Your hand," I said, my voice sounding a little breathy.

"Don't worry. It's fine," Scott said dismissively. "This way you know where it is."

Maybe I did but I also knew it shouldn't be there. Still, as he wasn't really trying anything I guessed I could just leave it for a little longer, even though his hand was making my breasts feel larger and heavier. Anyway, I liked the feel of his hand on my breast. Wicked of me, I know, but I didn't care.

I didn't say anything else about his hand, even if I was very much aware of it. We resumed our inconsequential chatting and I breathed a secret sigh of relieve (and disappointment?) when his hand drifted down to my tummy again. I could feel both my eyebrows and my tension rising when his slipped straight past my tummy, settling on what was very much my lower stomach, low enough so that it would have been inside my shorts if they hadn't been rolled down. Since they were rolled down, and by my own hand, I didn't really see that I had much in the way of complaint.

It seemed to me that the lower part of my tummy was a lot more sensitive than I realised. I just went silent, feeling his hand gliding over my skin, knowing what was just a few scant inches away from that damned hand.

The damn man cheated. He leaned over and gently kissed me and while he was doing that his hand slipped under my shorts and my panties and his fingers tangled themselves in my curls. I managed to break away from the kiss and glared at him.

"Scott," I protested.

"I know, I know. I shouldn't be doing this but really, it's not hurting anyone. It's just a bit of friendly touching between friends."

The damned man was laughing at me.

"A bit too friendly if you ask me," I pointed out.

"And that's exactly why I didn't ask you," he said.

Oh, yes. Definitely laughing.

Also not removing his hand.

"Are you going to take your hand away or not?" I asked, daring him to refuse.

"Seeing you're giving me the option I'll quite happily go with the not," he said, apparently also happy to be daring.

"Scott," I snapped, putting a warning note into my voice.

"Relax, sweetheart. Yu know, what you need is something to take your mind off it."

With that he caught my hand and pressed it against his groin. I could feel the swelling there and it was quite substantial. He didn't really expect me to unzip him and cop a feel did he?

Apparently not, because he was already unzipped. All I'd have to do was slip my hands through his open fly and I'd have hold of him. Not going to happen, I was telling myself, even while it was happening and I was drawing him out to look at him, my curiosity getting the better of me.

At least, if I was holding it I knew where it was. Maybe I should treat it like a dog, and stroke it. Another glance and I amended that thought to a very large dog.

Really the gall of that man had no end. Just because I was holding his cock, purely in self-defence, didn't mean that he had any right to go exploring further than he already had. What's more, to do that exploring, he actually pushed my shorts and panties down a little further, enabling him to slide his hand between my legs.

"Sco-ott," I wailed, only to hear the brute laugh again.

"It's okay. No-one is watching. Just a little bit more and we can call it a day. Or not if you're comfortable with it."

"It's a day," I said quickly, and then gave a squeak as his fingers slipped past my lips and inside me. Actually, that was a win to me as my hand tightened convulsively from the shock and Scott also squeaked, and it was a squeak, not a gasp like he claimed.

I kept hold of him and he kept teasing me. His fingers seemed to be everywhere and my mental equilibrium wasn't helped when he pushed my top a little higher, exposing my breasts completely. His leaning forward and kissing them and sucking lightly on my nipples didn't help, either.

At some stage he brushed my shorts further down my legs, managing to slip one of my legs out of them.

"You can't do that," I hissed at him. "What if someone comes?"

"We'll hear them," he said with confidence. "We'll have time to tidy ourselves up."

It was way past time I should have stopped him but let's put it this way - I was feeling no pain. I was in a halfway dreamy state, his touches doing wonderful things to me. Truth be told, I could do with a lot more of this.

He started kissing me some more and at some stage he rolled over so he was lying on top of me, pressing me down against the ground. He didn't feel heavy, just in control, and I just kept on kissing him back. When he rolled onto me I lost hold of his erection but I could still feel it, pressed against my tummy.

His hand had wandered back between my legs, rubbing me. I just accepted this as more of the same until he seemed to shift slightly. The next thing I knew his cock was pressing against me, wanting to enter me.

"Scott," I said a little desperately, feeling him pressing slightly more firmly. He hadn't entered me yet but it was just a matter of time, and not very much of it.

He paused, smiling at me.

"If you're going to say no then now's the time," he told me.

"But I've never done this," I protested.

"Mm, I know. The big question is, are you going to do it now?"

I should say no. I knew I should say no but I just didn't want to. On the other hand how could I possibly say yes? I took the coward's way out and said nothing.

Scott waited a few more moments, winked at me, and then his cock started forward. I could feel it starting to enter me, and then it hit something and there was pain. I gave a choked scream, my hand jammed against my mouth, my eyes wild, all those lovely feelings I'd had a moment ago draining rapidly away.

"Stop," I protested. "It hurts."

"First time, remember, sweetheart," he said softly, his cock still slowly pushing into me. "The pain is only momentary, you'll find. Just try to relax and feel what else is happening."

What was happening was that something the size of his arm was being rammed into me. I just froze in place, feeling it push its way deeper. As I lay there I could feel that terrible flash of pain fading from my memory. What was taking its place were all those lovely feelings I'd had before the pain. I was breathing harder, my head tilted a little to the side as I contemplated what was going on. My contemplating didn't make his cock feel any smaller, but now I could start to appreciate how it was feeling as it made its way home. I was starting to relax and enjoy what was happening.

I'll take a guess and say that Scott took longer than he'd normally take when he sheathed himself in me. I suspect he was deliberately taking it slow to ensure that I had a relatively easy time to start with, if you ignore that brutal bit of cherry popping.

Once he was fully home his hands closed over my breasts and his mouth sought mine.

"Just move with me," he said. "We'll take it nice and easy."

Then he was kissing me, his hands playing with my breasts, and his cock pulling away from me.

Oh my, but it was a blissful moment. Scott was pulling back and returning, a nice easy movement that I had no trouble keeping up with. Not only that but he kept on going. According to some of my friends their first time had been done in a great hurry and had lasted almost no time at all. (Marie says her boyfriend still has that problem and she might change him for a longer lasting model.)

After a few minutes I suspect I was purring like a cat, a very contented cat. Scott was still going strongly and I was way aroused, starting to want even more of what was happening. He must have sensed this as he started moving faster and I was quite willing to follow where he led.

Even that wasn't enough for me and I was quite pleased when Scott picked up the pace once more. His technique also seemed to change at the same time. Prior to that point we were a team of equals, both of us moving together, even if he was leading the band. After that point we were master and servant, with Scott thrusting forcefully into me, demanding a response from me. (And getting it.)

This last phrase of our little get together didn't last very much longer. After Scott got serious there at the end I started to feel really funny inside. I was trying to stay with him, really I was, but then all my nerves seemed to wind up and let loose all at the same time as I experience a wow of a climax.

After I had my clothes back in order I decided that I might go home. I was feeling decidedly sticky in certain place and it seemed to me that a shower would be in order. Scott, gentleman that he is, escorted me home, not saying anything to indicate that anything out of the ordinary had happened.

Actually, seeing Scott live in the same high-rise as me I was just assuming that he was escorting me home. It is the sort of thing he'd do.

I stood in the shower and mused on what had taken place. I'd been seduced, in a public park of all places. Good god above, anyone might have come past. I'd had my cherry popped, painfully. I'd lost my virginity, and not to Michael, my supposed boyfriend. Oh, and I'd also had my first cock induced climax.

I'd been tricked and used and it was all Scott's fault. He'd taken unconscionable advantage of me. It might not have been rape but surely it was the nearest thing to it. Oh, I was so going to give him a piece of my mind.

That evening I was in bed, still fuming at Scott's audacity, when the phone rang. I snatched it up, yelling, "Hullo?"

"Sharon," said an amused voice. "Having second thoughts are we, sweetheart?"

"No," I said icily, "and I'm not your sweetheart."

"Yes, you are, whether you know it or not. You're probably telling yourself that I took advantage of you and am an animal."

"No such thing," I said.

Somehow or other, as soon as he started talking my resentment had vanished. I wasn't just a quick tumble in the grass. He wanted to talk to me. I was almost hugging myself, telling myself to try and act casual.

"Ah, that's good. I didn't really take advantage of you, you know. Tomorrow, that's when I'm going to take advantage of you."

"What?"

"Mm. Tomorrow I'm going to entice you down to my unit. Once you're here I'm going to take off all your clothes. Every single stitch. Then when you're totally naked I'm going to toss you on my bed and kiss every single inch of your body. I'm going to arouse you to a fever pitch and refuse to give you relief until I'm ready to, no matter how hard you beg."

"You're mad," I told him.

"If you say so. Have you ever had oral sex, with the man's tongue probing your most sensitive places? You'll find it's amazing what a properly used tongue can do around your clitoris. Do you know what else I'm going to do?"

"What?" I asked, starting to feel distinctly nervous.

He proceeded to tell me, in great detail. He kept on talking, seducing me over the phone. I was already breathing hard, surprised to find myself actually rubbing myself. I snatched my hand away from there. He wouldn't shut up. If he did only half the things he promised I'd be in bed all day.

And unable to get out if he really had a couple of sets of handcuffs.