Fun in the Park

It was late dusk when April drove you around the burm hill and into the park. A couple of cars passed you heading out, and as you pulled into the parking lot the lights on the soccer field got turned off, putting the whole palace into the dim shadow of near-night.

“How did you know about this place?” you asked.

April chuckled softly. “I Googled it,” she said.

You chuckled as well. “Really? What did you Google, ‘Where do people go to hook up?’”

She smirked a little. “More like ‘Where in my city do teens go parking,” she said. “I figured if worst came to worst we could scare off any teens making out, then use the post ourselves.”

A guy came out of the clubhouse at the end of the field, heading for the last car in the lot other than you. He glanced in your direction but didn’t come over.

“No teenager around yet,” you said.

“Maybe it’s not the cool spot anymore since I could Google it,” April laughed, and you laughed with her. The guy got into his car and a moment later it turned on and he was pulling away, leaving the parking lot. It was mostly ringed by trees except in the direction of the soccer field, which was dark and empty. On the other side of the trees was more park area, and somewhere about a hundred yards away a couple of baseball diamonds.

The big selling point was that you were alone, and it was quiet.

“So…” you said, looking over at her. April drove a small car, and between your height and your size, you were a little crammed in. “I had a really good time today. And I’m still kind of pinching myself that this is real, even with the picture from last time.”

April blushed and smiled as she looked at you through her glasses. “I had a really good time too,” she said. “But I’m not pinching myself. I’m real and you’re real, Ollie. How we met is a little ridiculous, sure, but this all feels right to me. Does it feel right to you?”

“God, yes,” you said. “Scary, honestly, but yes.”

She unbuckled her seatbelt and shifted to her knees on the driver’s seat, leaning over the middle console to kiss you. You kissed her back, letting yourself get lost in her lips and her smell. She put a hand on your shoulder, keeping you close, and you shifted as much as you could and put a hand on her waist. Smiling into the kiss, April put her hand over yours and slowly moved it up the side of her dress until you were cupping her breasts.

“Every time you make me laugh, it turns me on,” she mumbled through her kisses.

“I could survive just on the way you look at me,” you mumbled back. You felt alive every time she met your gaze, or you turned to her and saw her smiling as she watched you.

The kissing was nice. You’d never made out with someone before, and it felt… intimate. Not like the sex from last time, which had been amazing. This was slower, and the limitations of soft touches over clothes, and lips and tongues, felt more like talking than sex did. Eventually, April swung a leg over the console, getting even closer to you as she pressed her body to yours, kissing you almost feverishly. Then she grabbed both your hands and brought them around to her ass, pulling her lips from yours so she could look into her eyes. “Don’t be shy with me, Ollie,” she said. “You being a complete gentleman in public is absolutely sweet and lovely, but when we’re in private like that I give you permission to touch me wherever you want. Grab my boobs, squeeze my butt. It feels good, and touch is one of my love languages - and I don’t usually share that with a guy because usually I don’t feel as safe with a guy as I do you.”

“OK,” you said with a little nod, squeezing her ass cheeks over the skirt of her dress. “Thank you for trusting me with that.”

She sighed happily and leaned in again, kissing you some more. You let your hands move sort of on their own, squeezing and massaging, then sliding up to her waist and holding her, then back down to her butt. Then, deciding to take a small risk, you slid them lower to her thighs and pulled up her skirt to get your hands on her bare skin. She moaned in approval as she kept kissing you, and soon your hands were completely hidden under her skirt as you massaged her bare ass cheeks and felt the fabric of her panties.

“That’s so good, baby,” April groaned against your lips. “Your hands feel so good on me.”

“I can’t believe how good this feels,” you moaned back softly. “Your skin is so soft, April, and I can’t get enough of you. I don’t think I ever could.”

She giggled softly and pulled away again, sitting up tall and biting her lips as she looked at you in the near dark. “Stay right where you are,” she said cryptically, then swung herself awkwardly back into the driver’s seat. You thought she was going to turn the car on, but instead, she opened her door. She hesitated getting out though, seemingly noticing something, and she shut the door again and turned the car on.

“What are we doing?” you asked.

“I just need to reposition the car,” she said, not exactly explaining fully. She pulled the car forward about two feet, leaving the gravel and pulling up onto the grass, and then turned the car off again. She got out this time and practically skipped around the front of the vehicle to your side, opening the door with a grin as she went to her knees. ‘Swing your legs out, baby,” she said, patting your knee.

You did so, and when she reached for your belt you realised what was happening.

“Are you sure?” you asked. “Here?”

“We probably shouldn’t fuck here,” April said, grinning at you. “But I’m not sending you home from a date this good without at least a blowjob.”

You were helping her get your pants down now. “What about you? Can I eat you out?”

April’s smile brightened a little. “You don’t have to,” she said, and even with your sexual inexperience you could piece together the unsaid ‘But I’d really like you to’ that followed that statement.

“I want to,” you said, really meaning it.

“OK,” she chirped. Then she pulled your boxers down and released your cock, which bobbed up heavily, almost fully hard already. “Fuuuck,” she breathed out, wrapping both her hands around it. “Ollie, baby, I know I said this last time, but you really do have a mammoth cock.”

“Thank you?” you said, a little wary of that fact.

“No,” April said, shaking her head. “You don’t get it. I’m thanking you, stud. Last time I said it I know it didn’t exactly land how I meant it, but… Ollie, how you were single when we met I can’t understand. You are sweet, and smart, and funny, and you have a giant fucking cock. I am a very lucky girl.” And then she put her lips to the heads of your cock and your brain fried a little and you weren’t sure how to respond.

Blowjobs, you were coming to understand, were like a slice of heaven.

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