Chapter 10: He Jumps Her in the Park
New Year's Eve was the coldest day of 2014, with the temperature dipping below freezing for one of the few times in the whole year. This meant Leslie's outfit was uncharacteristically modest compared to recent choices; she was wearing a great knitwear dress, thick black leggings, high-heeled boots and a long black fur-lined coat, but, as per the promise she made to Stuart, she was still absent of underwear. The rest of her family finished zipping or buttoning up their winter coats and then hustled quickly to the car.
The first stop they made was to drop of Katie at a New Year's sleepover party. Lewis's friends were going to the same fireworks display as Leslie, Malcolm and, unbeknownst to the guys in the car, Stuart. Lewis and his friends were still not on talking terms, so he had been reluctant to agree to meet them, but as Malcolm had told him, it seemed that Lewis was the loser in his self-imposed isolation.
By the time they had arrived near the park where the display was being held, Lewis had decided he should meet up with them. Most people had come in taxis, so despite the large volume of revellers, it hadn't been as painful as they'd expected to get a place to park, but it was a fair walk from their final destination. They still had a couple of hours to kill before the start, so the trio found a nearby pub and headed in for a drink. Leslie had agreed to drive on the way back, so they had their toast to 2015 in the bar, with a glass of Prosecco each, before Lewis and Malcolm moved onto pints of beer.
At around half 11, the three of them decided it was best to go across to the park to get a good spot. Lewis texted his friends but the signal was patchy, and the message struggled to send, so he decided to stay with his parents until after the fireworks and try and meet his friends then. Lewis may not have been going anywhere, but Leslie had been more organised with her plans.
"Boys," she said, waiting until her husband and son looked at her, "My hands are freezing, I think left my gloves in the car."
"You can have mine," replied Malcolm, pulling off his own gloves.
"They'll be too big and you'll get cold; I think I can get mine and come back before midnight."
"OK, be quick though, you've got about 20 minutes."
Leslie waited until she was out of the others' line-of-sight before she pulled her gloves out of her bag; she may have lied that they were in the car but she was being honest when she said she was cold. She looked around for the meeting point that Stuart had given her, and checked her phone to see it was 23:45; right on time, she saw Stuart a few feet ahead of her. She was eager to go over and kiss him, but she restrained herself and walked a few paces behind him after he signalled where they were going with a tilt of his head.
She followed him off the path, trading carefully as the grass was wet from the afternoon rain, until they eventually got to edge of a small patch of trees. Leslie walked past the treeline to where Stuart was waiting. He took her into his arms and they kissed with days' worth of pent-up desire.
"It's a little dark; are you sure it's safe?" she whispered to Stuart as she held close to him for warmth.
"Well we could go over there and do it under that lamp, if that's better?"
"Very funny," she said, as she playfully slapped his chest.
The couple retreated a couple of steps further into the darkness before Stuart pinned Leslie against a tree and soft kisses quickly turned into a full make-out session. It didn't take long for Stuart's hands to make their way down to Leslie's thigh and like a sharp pinch she felt his cold skin against the warmth of her bare upper thighs.
"Eek!" she exclaimed, "Your hands are cold!"
"Yeah, sorry, thought you were wearing tights, I didn't realise they were stockings."
"That's the idea, I got them specifically, they look like leggings," she paused to kiss him and give him a cheeky smile, "but they give you easy access."
She pulled off her gloves and took his right hand with both of hers, bringing it close to her lips. She breathed on his hand whilst rubbing it until it felt warm enough for her to direct back between her legs. She held him cautiously, inhaling sharply as his skin, still cold, but not freezing like before, touched her lower lips. She grimaced for a second but the literal heat of her arousal warmed Stuart's fingers quickly and she relaxed her body against the tree trunk behind her. Leslie closed her eyes and her head lolled as she quietly moaned at Stuart's touch.
A cold breeze blew her hair across her face and she remembered she was outside, in a public park, minutes from the New Year. She felt a taboo excitement deep in her chest when she heard and saw people in the distance as they made their way to the viewing points. The tingling feeling only got stronger when she thought about how none of them knew there was a teenage boy finger fucking a middle-aged mother just metres away.
Leslie drew close to Stuart's ear and nibbled it as she whispered, "This is so hot but it's time to fuck me."
"Lie down," he whispered back and nodded towards a flattish looking space between a couple of trees.
"Really? The ground is wet. I'll get muddy."
Stuart prodded the ground with his foot before he replied, "It's not that bad, the trees will have kept it dry."
Sounding unconvinced by his own words he pulled off his coat and took her by the hand to a place that was a little more out in the open but there it was more grassy than muddy. He threw down his coat and she took the hint to lie on it, pulling her dress up to her waist.
The cold pricked her skin for only as long as it took for Stuart to undo his jeans, free his erection and slide in between her legs. Leslie held Stuart close as he bucked his hips, partly because she enjoyed the feeling of his body against hers but also because her dress was riding up and exposing more skin to the icy air. However, it wasn't that uncomfortable, if anything, the contrasting temperatures heightened her senses and increased her pleasure.
Stuart's hands slipped up under her dress and made Leslie gasp as his cold hands pinched her hard nipples. She looked down at Stuart as she felt his tongue against her areola; her skin was so sensitive she thought she could feel every taste bud as he sucked the nub. She watched her hot steamy breath diffused around her as she exhaled deeper and faster.
She could feel an orgasm coming; she closed her eyes and rolled her head back. As she got closer the noise of distant footsteps got closer and a couple of whispered voices suddenly started chuckling.
"Wahay!" came the voice of a presumably drunk guy, maybe around Stuart's age, as he approached with the palm of his hand out, "Shaggaaa!"
Leslie buried her face in Stuart's shoulder as both of them were frozen in place.
"Doug, you idiot, leave them alone!" came a girl's voice to the back drop of a third person's laughter.
Leslie unhid her face and saw the grinning guy, staring at their naked bodies. She felt dirty, but it felt good.
"Keep going," she whispered.
Stuart's eyes widened in surprise as Leslie reached up and slapped the guy's hand, which had been hovering there for at least ten seconds. He turned it into a strange handshake for a couple of seconds, but Leslie stopped paying attention almost instantly, as Stuart started going again. As Leslie started moaning, the other two people with 'Doug' took him away as he gave them another 'wahay!'
"You're such a slut," whispered Stuart.
"I know," groaned Leslie, not concerned about her volume like Stuart seemed to be.
She started to whimper as she thought about being out in the open with her young boyfriend and she could feel her getting close to coming. She wrapped her boots around Stuart's back and gripped his hair tightly when fair in the background he could just hear the collective chant of hundreds of voices.
"Five!"
