Go behind a bush and give Mr. Goreman's plumbing a thorough check

"You want me to check your plumbing right here out in the open?" You ask.

You look around. There is no one looking, but you can see women with strollers and people jogging around the edges of the park. Any of them could interrupt you and Mr. Goreman. The idea of getting caught with the old man's cock in your hands or in your mouth is exciting, but getting arrested is also a scary prospect.

"We could go somewhere...," Mr. Goreman seems a bit crestfallen, his eyes roaming over your body.

"How about a car?" You ask.

"Nope," he shakes his head. "I walk everywhere."

You grab Mr. Goreman by his hand and he gets up from the park bench.

"Walk with me over here, then," you say, refusing to accept defeat.

You lead him behind a thick evergreen bush and into a small area that is almost completely closed in by dense bushes. The only way anyone would find you here is if they were looking. As you sit down in the grass in front of the old man you see it is a popular spot. There are a few used condoms and wadded up tissues off to the side.

You ignore them and turn to Mr. Goreman. You look up at him and smile as you begin to undo his belt and unbutton his pants.

"Oh my," Mr. Goreman chuckles, "I never thought you...I mean we would..."

"You never thought a hot," you pull his pants down to his knees revealing his boxers, "teenage girl like me would..."

You yank down his boxer shorts and a big soft cock springs free. Mr. Goreman is old and his dick is surrounded by a thinning patch of gray pubic hair, but his cock looks as young as your high school boyfriend's. It looks like it might be pretty huge when you get it hard. You wrap your fingers around it and lift it, aiming the head towards your full lips.

"...suck your prick?" You finish and immediately engulf his cock in your warm mouth.

Mr. Goreman groans and rests his hands on your shoulders as you begin a slow and very passionate blowjob. You always like to make a good first impression. You lick along his shaft and suck hard, swirling your flattened tongue around and around his cockhead until his prick stiffens between your lips. You keep sucking until you taste the bitter flavor of Mr. Goreman's precum. By that point his balls and shaft are drenched in your spit and your pussy is as juicy as can be. You're even breaking a sweat.

You wonder if cocksucking is aerobic or not.

You pop your lips from the swollen head of Mr. Goreman's dick and look up to see how the old man is doing. He looks down at you, a smile on his face.

"You've got a nice big dick, Mr. Goreman," you comment and give his cock a lick for added emphasis. "Your date is a very lucky girl. But can I ask a favor?"

"Anything, my dear," Mr. Goreman replies.

"Can you fuck me?" You say. "Please..."