He dosen't get to decide

"What... Um... ah... I Mean MMMNNF!!!" John began sputtering, but before he got much more out, Karyn leaned in, pushing him all the way back on the chair, stuck one hand behind his head and pulled him in for a full kiss, blocking out anything he was wanted to say. She grabbed hold of his hands, pulled them onto her bra covered tits with no resistance from him, then reached down and tugged. His jeans, solid denim, came apart under her hands like tissue paper in the front, bearing his underwear clad crotch. John was so shocked that he instinctive clenched his hands, groping her.

Karyn moaned appreciatively into the kiss, then pulled back a little, making sure to keep one hand massaging John's rock hard shaft through his briefs. "So do you like that?" she asked, grinning.

"I mean, of course I like it! but... I mean... In public..." John spluttered, unable to finish a thought.

Karyn smiled and gripped his wrist with her free hand, then jerked his hand free, making sure he couldn't let go. Her bra shredded even more easily than his pants, seeming to become powder, leaving her completely topless, his other hand pressed up against her now bare tit as she put the hand she was holding back. Her boobs pulsed up and down as she breathed, and John could do nothing but marvel at the firm yet soft feel of them in his hands. She did not let up on her work below either, continuing to jerk him as his shock wore off.

"I've thought about this for a long time," John finally managed to say. "I mean, not like this, on a park bench... but I mean with you..."

"That's so sweet," Karyn replied, leaning in and kissing him again, pressing her tits into his hands between them as she continued working him below. "It sounds like we both should have just gotten it over with a long time ago. How about now?" she added, and, shifting slightly, John felt what he, after this morning, knew to be the very wet outer lips of her pussy brush against the head of his dick as she manipulated him.