The huge park behind the mall, which Eva walked through every time she finished work hours, had an entirely different feel at night. The trees, green and jovial by day, now seemed dark and secretive. The blind lanterns, arranged scrapingly, didn't really help you see, but only gave you a better understanding of how many mysteries might lurk in the darker corners. The benches were sparse and often inhabited by human beings, who giggled or whispered when you walked past them.
Lake Titan, which by day mirrored your entire park in its vibrant glow, by night offered only a grotesque play of light and shadow, indecipherable images and cold air. Pedestrians, who a few hours ago were laughing, talking, gesticulating, now passed silently by, their faces hidden in the darkness, whispering mysteries only known to themselves, looking at you as an intruder who had no place there.
The IOR Park, in its entirety, seemed larger at night than during the day, like a lung that exhaled in the light, shrinking in size, and inhaled deeply in the dark, widening. Once you entered the park, especially at night, you had the impression that it was never-ending, like a maze of vegetation, with circular paths laid out on several floors, communicating with each other by steps melted by time, which often took you back to where you started from if you were not of the place.
Eva checked her phone from time to time, betraying a sense of unease that was gripping her at the time. It was almost eleven at night, an hour later than she usually left work. The inventory they'd just had at the store, which happened once a week, made her as usual stay late, which bothered her every time.
Even though she had some people she got along with at work, there were others like her boss, Andrei, who often crossed the line. But she accepted her fate, at least for the time being, and endured everything to save enough money for her future.
Since her mother's death, Eva had been the only woman in the house. Her father, still in his prime, worked from morning until late at night, so many of the household chores were often left to her. She did laundry, cooked, went to the market, or whatever else usually fell under a woman's duties, but also because her flexible work allowed her to juggle her time.
She had just finished high school almost a year ago, and going to college had become a promise that kept being postponed. She dreamed of a career in business, pre-entrepreneurship, something on her own, but those desires now had to wait. With money tight and her needs growing, Eva had secretly decided to work two part-time jobs, but her father, Valentin, only knew about the one as a saleswoman in an underwear shop.
The second job paid better, and she did it either at the beginning of the day or at the end, depending on her shifts at the mall. It was a temporary job at an erotic massage parlour in the old city centre, or at least that's what Eva liked to call it. But she'd been doing it for a year, since she'd turned eighteen, and she still hadn't gotten tired of it.
As she wandered through the park at the end of her shift, through the warm twilight of the IOR's lanterns, she heard a strange sigh coming from a bench. She usually paid no attention to the little comments or libidinous onomatopoeias she still heard from various people on the street, but now she sensed something was different.
Perhaps it was the provocative clothing, a gift from the boss to all female employees, that they were required to wear to the store: black stockings up to their knees, short cloche skirts to reveal a palm of white skin on their legs, low-cut, arched shirts that bared the sexy lace of their bras, and a black choker around their necks. The sexualization of female employees attracted more male customers, who were usually missing from lingerie stores, men who could buy gifts for their partners by seeing live examples in the young salesgirls.
Hearing that deep sigh, Eva glances over to the place in question and sees a bearded guy who looked like a homeless man with a thick penis sticking out of his pants. With his right hand he was choking and rubbing his unwashed cock, while he stared at her with a wicked grin. The girl quickens her pace to get away from this fellow, but he begins to follow her around the park with his dick dangling and flapping. Her short skirt was bouncing more and more from the big steps she was taking, partially baring her ass to the onanist's delight.
The bearded man also quickened his pace, panting and rubbing the wet, sticky head of his cock. A small shudder sent cold shivers down Eve's spine, but she hurriedly continued on her nightly journey, thinking he was just some pervert who wanted to cum in the dark. The guy gets pretty close to the girl's ass, his footsteps sounding closer and closer, at which point she stops abruptly and turns to look at him again. She sensed that she wasn't getting away from him easily and decided that maybe she could confront him somehow and fix the problem.
As chance would have it, they both stopped under a lantern. The light bulb shone directly on the bearded man's beautiful cock, and Eva stared in fright at his rock hard erection. For a few moments she waited motionless to see what would happen next. The man rubbed his dick incessantly and moaned louder and louder. The girl understood that he just wanted to unload and decided to give him this pleasure, thinking that maybe this would get rid of him. She immediately realized that he liked to be watched and that's what she did.
She kept looking down at his erect penis, which was trembling under the pressure of the palm that was vigorously massaging it, giving the impression that she was interested in what she saw. The fact that a nineteen-year-old girl was watching him turned the nocturnal predator on and brought him to climax rather quickly. Jets of white cum began to fall onto the pavement between the two, sprinkling wet drops everywhere, like warm milk spurting from a full udder.
Finally, having finished cumming, the man waved his hand in Eva's direction and then walked away, making himself invisible in the darkness. The girl then shook off the astonishment that had taken hold of her and, as if nothing had happened, continued on her way home.
Once out of the park, the brightly lit streets and the people that animated them made her calm down and regain confidence that the evening would end well. An hour before midnight the Titan neighborhood was still not asleep. It was where she felt safest. She had lived here since she was born and almost all of her memories came from this place. The walk through civilization soothed her, and the experience of the park wanderer didn't upset her, on the contrary it made her forget the stress of work and even relax.
When she got home, she said hello, but her father didn't answer. As she was taking off her shoes, she noticed a wet splash on her shoe. She tried to wipe it off but realised it was something sticky that was spreading on the navel of her finger. She took it to her nose to sniff and smelled that specific aroma of seminal fluid. That's when she realized it was a stray drop of the man's semen from the park.
She went to the bathroom to wash her hand, tried to get in and immediately noticed her father was in the shower. She wanted to quickly close the door but a strange feeling stopped her. With her hand clenched on the doorknob and the door slightly ajar, she looked at Valentin who was washing his hair without hearing that anyone else was in the bathroom with him. Eva looked at him curiously for a long moment.
Since it had been just the two of them in the house, she had never seen him naked. She practically couldn't remember if she had ever seen him as a child, she only knew that sometimes when she was younger, the three of them would go to the beach and that's when she would see her father in his underwear. She remembered him as a strong man with thick arms and legs, a hairy chest and broad shoulders. And in his briefs she always saw a prominent "knob," as her mother had taught her men had, which attracted the attention not only of her but also of other women at the beach.
