Not so Private... At the Park. Shhh!

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I felt your open pulsing in my hand, and I felt nothing else. I loved doing you, girl. You came so hard in my mouth, I thought I'd drown.

I tasted you on my lips all that night. We were so bad. It was a Sunday afternoon years ago when I picked you up at your folks' house.

We were planning our wedding, going nuts. We needed some downtime. I remember exactly what you wore that day.

Pale green hip-hugger jeans and a stretchy, long-sleeved blouse tucked in at your belt. It showed off your beautiful shape, but left everything else to my imagination. I tensed.

Girl, I had a dirty mind, and you knew just how to tickle it. That hug I gave you was more than just a hello. I was feeling you.

You knew it, I think, but you played it cool. Not fair. Getting away to the park on that late spring afternoon was just what we needed.

I'd bought sandwiches and a potato salad for a picnic. We always had that old, faded green blanket in my clunker of a car. The rose garden surrounding the big fountain had open places with soft, green bits of lawn.

We found an open spot, laid out the blanket, and unscrewed the top on a little bottle of fruity wine. People were strolling on the walkway nearby. The roses smelled pretty.

The midday breeze was still a bit cool, even though the sun was warm. I told you how pretty your long, brown hair looked when the sun sparkled in it. That got me a kiss.

It was hard not to have my eyes all over you. There are kisses, and then there are kisses. I got the kind that, well, was more than just sweet.

A bit, uh, eager, maybe? It was a bit of a nip of my tongue to it. Then you looked at me with that look, your eyes wide open.

Something was up. The wind is making me chilly. So, I remember we stretched out on the blanket, and I pulled an edge of it up over you without a word.

Closing your eyes, you snuggled into me. We were toe-to-toe, almost eye-to-eye, and every bit of us touched down our full length. Funny, you didn't seem to be cold to me.

Especially when you kissed me behind my ear and ran the tip of your tongue an inch down my neck. Then you nibbled at my earlobe a bit. I could feel the slip of your lip gloss.

Yes, something was up. I slid my left hand from the curve of your hip and into the back pocket of your jeans. You always responded to a touch behind.

But what happened next wasn't my fault. You were the one to push your hips harder against me. You were the one that made me stiff and hard as rock when you touched me through my pants.

I remember how you eased back just a bit as I started to push my other hand down into your pants. When I got my thumb caught in the hem of your blouse, you reached in and untangled me. Another kiss as I unbuttoned the waist of your jeans and slid my hand further along.

The lacy top of your panties wasn't going to stop me. I knew in an instant that you'd worn the black ones. I slipped under.

You were warm and damp and already slippery. There was that gasp when my fingers found you. Sean! We weren't completely hidden by the rose bushes and I didn't want you to give us away.

I think a few passers-by knew what I was doing under that blanket. One couple really did. He shot me a wink and she whispered in his ear and giggled.

I think you noticed him too because you began to move harder against my fingers. I knew you just didn't care who noticed when you pulled your left knee up and over mine. You were so juicy wet.

I wiggled two fingers along your folds and almost just inside. I kept up the rhythm as best I could, while with the grip of your legs practically breaking my wrist. I knew I couldn't break rhythm if I wanted you to come.

I wanted you to come. You struck your clit with my thumb. The real world slipped out of my mind.

All I was was the feel of you wet in my hand. The tugging on your pussy lips. The pressure of you pushing your clit against the heel of my hand.

You're sent close to me. You wanted to come. But girl, I needed you to come.

When you finally gave into it and you let go, we rocked together. Maybe a bit too hard for a public place on a sunny afternoon. I felt your open pulsing in my hand and I felt nothing else.

I loved doing you, girl. And when you began to settle and I started touching you again, you pulled back a little and put your hand over mine. Your voice was hoarse in my ear.

No, I just can't. I just can't again. You blew me up, babe.

I'm spent. I slowly slipped out my hand, tucked my chin under the blanket's edge and tasted my fingers. Your scent was even more delicious than your taste.

I spread some of your silk along my lips. We shared it with a kiss. A long, slow, tasting kiss.

A bird chirped. Suddenly, I snapped back to our surroundings. I think some people saw.

I think they know. Hmm, yeah, well, I don't care. It makes me tingle.

I like it. It's like that time the cop caught us when we were in the car by the beach that night. That flashlight through the fogged up windows.

Your pants unzipped and my top undone. We got covered up in a flash and got out of there. But I couldn't stop.

You had to drive one-handed and finish me with your other hand on the drive home. Then I blew you right there in my parents' driveway before I went in. You came so hard in my mouth, I thought I'd drown.

I tasted you on my lips all night that night. We were so bad. I started picking up the blanket in our trash.

Let's go, babe. We headed to the parking lot, but you still had that look in your eyes. Getting you off so hard was almost more fun than me getting mine.

Just the thought left me damp with pre-cum in my briefs. Getting into the car, we threw our stuff into the back seat. The sun had ducked out, it was getting cold, and most of the cars had left a lot already.

I remember we were parked kind of off in a corner. I started the car and the radio came on. I turned to back out of the space when you put your hand hard in my lap.

You pushed the shift lever back into park. Look, there's a little wet spot. I can't leave you that way.

That wouldn't be nice. But then again, I'm not always a nice girl. See? I didn't stop you when you grabbed the blanket out of the back seat, put it over my lap, and ducked down under.

I got hard again in an instant. I loved how urgently you worked my belt buckle and undid my seat belt. Urgently you worked my belt buckle and undid the zipper.

I didn't mind you taking over. I tried not to change my expression too much as you worked. I didn't want anyone to notice my face.

Your long hair fell into my lap and felt silky. It tickled my balls. God, her ass is cute.

The air was cool and your tongue was so warm. Ah! Ah! Oh! Oh! Wow, I hadn't thought about that day for a long time.

Weren't we crazy back then? Just a couple of horny kids exploring our way along. What's that? You feel like taking a drive up the mountain road towards the lookout? Okay, I'll pull a car out, but I think it's already going to be too late to catch the sunset.

What little turn off. I never noticed that there. Just what do you have in mind? I know that look in your dark eyes.

In the car? Hmm. Some things never change.

Love my dirty girl.