Park Head

“Showing a little skin is one thing,” you say, strolling towards a more heavily forested part of the park. “But getting hands on is quite another.”

You punctuate the statement by slipping your hand under Avril’s sundress, feeling up her delectably round bottom, and giving it a good ol’ squeeze.

“Mmmm… I like where this is going,” she smiles.

You continue to keep your hand on her bum as you walk towards the tree line. She’s not wearing panties, which makes it exceptionally easy for your fingers to get naughty. When you feel them slick against something soft, puffy, and wet, you know that you’ve found the spot. You gently rub your fingers against her labia, glancing at her face for a reaction.

“Is anyone watching us?” she asks, looking straight ahead at the trees.

You glance back, and see another couple strolling down the park path. They don’t seem to be paying much attention to the two of you, but then again, was that wayward glance intentional?

“Yeah, I’d wager so,” you say.

The reaction is immediate. You feel her get wetter around your fingers, one of them easily sliding into her as you come to a rest by the trees. With her pressed up against the tree trunk, and the way your bodies are angled, it almost looks like the two of you are having a conversation. Which you are, in a manner of speaking. Your fingers are just getting to know her love canal rather… intimately.

“Oh yes, that’s the spot,” Avril moans, her voice high and breathy. “Keep going.”

“You’d want me to keep going even if a news anchor came to interview us,” you say.

“Shit, that’s hot,” she says, biting her lip. “Could you imagine that?”

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you,” you smile, thrusting your fingers deeper into her, curling them upwards. “You want us to be found like this, with my fingers buried deep inside you. You want somebody to catch us going at it like horny teens.”

“You are a horny teen,” she says, but your words seem to have done the trick, because she grips your hand tightly. “Keep going. Keep going.”

You bring your thumb up, brushing it against her clit. It’s already engorged and hypersensitive. The slight pressure that you apply has her pushing herself back against the tree trunk, moaning.

“Keep making noises like that and you’ll have the whole park watching,” you mutter. “There’s a jogger looking our way. He definitely hears you. I bet he can smell your arousal from over there. Oh, he definitely sees the way that I’m finger-fucking your cunt.”

You smile at the jogger running down the path, and he smirks back at you, giving you a salute on his way by. Avril, for her part, has her eyes squeezed shut. Her breaths are coming in rapid pants now, and she’s stuck a hand down her dress, squeezing her own tits. You’re working your fingers at a quick pace, keeping it steady and hard, the heat coming off her pussy making it burn like a furnace. With each flick of your thumb over her clit, you seem to draw another moan, pushing her closer and closer to her release.

When it comes, she falls to her knees, almost dragging you down with her. She kneels before you, quivering all over, her blonde tresses a right mess around her face. It takes her near a minute to recover, her breathing gradually returning to normal.

“You’re fun,” she says, giving you a wicked smile. “I’d better return the favor.”

“What do you mean?” you ask.

“I think you know very well what I mean,” she smiles, tugging your pants down.

“We’re… we’re out in the open!” you say, glancing at the path.

Anybody coming down this way would be able to see you. They’d see you with your cock dangling out. They’d also see Avril, giving it the most loving kisses imaginable.

“That didn’t stop you earlier,” she smiles, and then she takes you into her mouth.

Your complaints die right there. You hold your pants up, angling your body so that your cock will at least be concealed by the tree cover. But anybody paying half attention to you would see the girl kneeling by your side, and, well… what could she be doing but this?

You look down and see Avril worshiping your cock. She’s looking up at you with her blue eyes, your cock disappearing into her hot little mouth. There’s no question about it, you’re hard as steel, and this treatment you’re getting is like a blessing from the heavens. You post up against the tree trunk, unable to stop yourself from glancing at the park path. Nobody’s coming. Not yet.

The thrill of potentially being caught races through your veins, making the whole thing seem hyperreal, more vivid than life itself. Every moment feels like an exaggeration upon itself. The way her tongue swirls across the head of your cock. The heat of her mouth. The way her eyes twinkle. The roughness of the tree bark under your hands. The verdant hues of the foliage, holding out against the inevitability of autumn. The contradiction of slickness and tightness as she sucks you off. All of it feels like too much to handle.

That’s when you realize that you’ve got company. A cyclist speeds down the pathway. You don’t even know if they spot you or not. {if JeanneStalker == 1} Then, you see another blonde girl staring at you, her mouth open in shock. Jeanne? What’s she doing here? She keeps walking on, but glancing back at you, and you have to tear your eyes away from her, trusting that she’s going to leave.{endif} You feel your heart hammering ten times faster. Avril gives you a broad smile as she continues to bob her head across your shaft.

“Shit, I get it now,” you say. “I get why you like this so much.”

You feel her smile get wider, and she takes you deeper. You feel higher, your entire body lifting, surging towards the finish. You try to hold on, grasping her shoulders, but she only goes faster, pushing you closer and closer.

“Oh fuck, I’m cumming,” you groan, just as you’re unable to hold back anymore.

You fire off, hot loads of your cum splattering the insides of Avril’s mouth. She sucks greedily. A passerby would see your knees shake and begin to buckle, the tree you’ve braced yourself against keeping you upright. The sensation is overwhelming. You don’t even know if anyone’s watching, because you can’t tear your eyes off this woman in front of you, giving you a blowjob that you’ll never forget. But the fact that someone could be… you feel your cock twitching in her mouth, firing off those last spurts of cum down her throat.

“Next time… next time I’ll get you back for this,” you say, helping Avril back onto her feet.

“I’d want nothing less from you,” she smiles.

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