A woman

"I've...always wanted to know what it would be like with a woman."

You are disappointed slightly, seeing as you had hoped to fuck this gorgeous older woman. But this could go in an interesting direction, you think.

"Do you think you are a lesbian?" you ask bluntly.

"No, no. Bisexual, maybe. just curious." she responds emphatically.

You look around at the park and see nothing but young women and their children walking around. "There are plenty of women here. Would you sleep with any of them?"

"Oh my," she says. "Of course, but they are all too attractive to go with me." she says dejectedly.

"Nonsense," you say. "Any of them would be lucky to have you between their thighs."

Andrea laughs. "Oh John, you're crazy."

"I'm serious!" you respond. "Come on. I'm going to get you laid today." You stand up and offer her your hand.

Her face is red. "Where are we going?"

You respond, "Over there," you point to a group of nannies sitting near a jungle gym, not really paying attention to the kids they are supposed to be watching.

You walk over and spot one nanny in particular who is playing on her phone rather than chatting with anyone. She is sitting by herself and you walk over with Andrea's hand in yours. The nanny is in her mid to late 20's, thin, fair skinned, with very light brown hair and a serious look on her face. She is wearing jeans, tennis shoes, and a sweatshirt. She looks more like an uninterested student of yours than anyone's caretaker.

You sit down on the same bench as the nanny and have Andrea sit next to you. Over the next few minutes you make your topics of conversation dirtier and dirtier, before eventually you are describing filthy things you'd like to do. Andrea's wishlist is particularly interesting to the young nanny.

"Oh, I'd just love it to squeeze someone's head between my thighs and watch as their tongue darted out to tease my pussy," she described as she fantasized aloud. "I'd finally let go enough for them to lick me in earnest before I'd squirt all over her face." She was staring right at the nanny in question, whose face was red and was squirming on the bench uncomfortably.

You turn to look at the girl, hoping that she wouldn't scream and run away. To the contrary, she was still sitting, and was staring back at Andrea.