A Walk in the Park

The girl was walking in front of me on the sidewalk. Her beautiful dark hair fell far past her thin shoulders, sparkling in the bright sunlight. Her jean skirt barely reached over the gentle curves of her ass, and every step pulled the skirt a little higher, exposing just a little more. Fuck. I walked faster, closing the distance between her and I. I needed a better look. The delicious slope of her pale skin set a fire inside my body. I wanted her. I needed her.

I wasn’t on a hunt. She just happened to cross my path. But now I was like a shark that smelled blood in the water, propelling myself forward with powerful steps to keep up with her. I had to keep watching her.

She was irresistible. I thought I might ask her if she wanted to have sex, point blank. I’d never done that before. First time for everything.

She kept walking and pulled her skirt down an inch. I laughed. What was the point? It wouldn’t hold, and she was already showing off everything. I was getting harder. Her ass was perfect. Seeing the subtle hint of her slim body peeking underneath that short skirt was making me crazy.

She looked back at me and I smiled. She returned it and my heart fluttered. She knew what she was doing.

We were walking away from the more crowded center of the park to the relative isolation of the wooded areas. She knew I was looking at her. But I didn’t care, and I’m sure that’s what she wanted anyway. Why else would a woman dress like that other than to show off, to bask in male attention?

If we didn’t have sex, I was going to need to masturbate. Like, now. I needed to cum, one way or another.

Finally, were alone. She cast another glance over her shoulder. No smile this time. Just worry. She picked up the pace. Without knowing what I planned to do, I darted after her, closing the short distance that remained between us.

“Hey,” I said.

She jumped. “Oh! My God, you scared me!”

“Oh, I didn’t mean to.” She was keeping up a strong stride, but I matched her pace.

I was too horny to consider anything I said in much detail. “I just wanted to say,” I started, not knowing where my sentence was headed. “Well…I mean…fuck it. I wanted to say that you have the best ass I’ve ever seen in my life.”

She laughed nervously. “Thank you,” she replied, sounding afraid yet sincere.

“Seriously,” I continued with a smile, “That’s the sexiest ass I’ve ever seen.”

Her pace relaxed slightly. She started to say thank you again, but she stopped mid-sentence when I reached down and grabbed her ass. She didn’t run.

“Fuck,” I whispered, caressing her body firmly.

We both kept walking, less briskly. She didn’t say anything at first. She looked up at me with her slutty doe eyes.

“You like it?” She asked.

“I do,” I replied, nodding down to my bulge. I was visibly hard, my dick raging against the fabric of my pants.

“You look big,” she said nonchalantly, almost indifferently.

I grabbed her ass with both hands, bringing her to a stop. I lifted up her jean skirt groped her roughly, moaning as I treasured every moment that my hands were against her pale skin. A ridiculously skimpy thong accentuated her ass, and I could feel my dick pressing even harder against its prison.

She moaned, exhaling and leaning back into me. I kept groping her, feeling every inch of her sweet body.

Suddenly, she stopped and took a step away from me.

“Well, that was fun,” she said abruptly. “You’re hot. That was hot. But that’s as far as it should go.”

I smiled wanly, my eyes wandering back down to her skirt.

“One more,” I asked, not really asking.

She smiled and turned her hips, perking her ass up for me. Damn.

I gave her a hard spank. She squealed. Before she could dart away, I snaked my arm around the front of her waist. My other hand travelled down her thong over her ass and pressed against her wet pussy.

“You liked it,” I whispered, making her smile.

“Yeah, I guess I did,” she whispered back, looking up at me with her dark eyes, looking a little relieved at my use of the past tense. Yet, she leaned back closer against me. I rubbed her panties, feeling the wetness grow. I released her stomach and guided her hand down to my stiff cock.

“I could cum just from you touching me like that,” I told her.

“Oh yeah?” She said, a little tauntingly. She started to rub me over the pants. She was figuring that if I came, she could walk away. And she was right. But I’m not a teenager looking for an over-the-pants handjob.

I pulled her thong to one side and massaged the rim of her naked pussy. She was soaking wet now. She moaned involuntarily and tried faster to make me cum.

“Good girl,” I said. “How good of a girl are you?”

She hesitated before answering me. “A very good girl.”

“I could tell by the way you’re dressed,” I breathed, bringing my lips to her neck. “I could tell you wanted this.”

“Fuck,” she moaned, giving in to me.