The woman reading alone on a bench

I walk over to the beautiful brunette, her hair tied back in a ponytail, reading a book on a bench in a quiet corner of the park amongst the bushes. She’s wearing beige trousers and a light blue vest top – quite understated, but showing off her two big pairs of tits.

As I approach, she glances at me furtively and our eyes meet for a moment; I detect a slightly mischievous look, as if she’s pleased that I’m coming over.

I sit down on the bench as if nothing had happened, then, turning towards her, I ask her what she’s reading.

Good morning... you seem quite absorbed in that story – what’s it about?

She replies playfully, Ooh... you know... it’s a rather classic story… It’s the story of a woman in the 18th century who works in a castle. She’s wrongly accused of theft and tries to clear her name.

To which I reply: and what is it that you like so much?

Well… Until she’s proved her innocence, she’s not allowed to ask for her nappy to be changed… Very quickly, it turns into a race against time because, as time goes on, her nappy fills up and she finds it harder and harder to stand up. What I like is the suspense as the tension builds… At this stage of the story, she’s already starting to struggle to walk. Ha ha !

I ask her a few more questions about the story and, little by little, we grow closer. Eventually, I begin to gently caress her delicate cheek with my hand, and she blushes. She gently closes her book, putting the bookmark back in, and turns three-quarters towards me. So I kiss her on the cheek first, and then she turns her head to face me and kisses me passionately. We stay pressed against each other for several long minutes, kissing, and the tension between us builds. I grab her by the waist, gently at first, but as waves of excitement wash over me, I hold her tighter.

She wraps her arms round my neck and we start to entwine ourselves, then slide down onto the bench. She stops me for a moment, saying we’d be better off on the grass, and she stands up, takes me gently by the hand and leads me round to the back of the bushes. As we lie down on the ground, I can’t help but grab her two big breasts, and she lets out a cry of pleasure. She takes off her pants and I can admire her thick, apple-green nappy, and I take off my pants too.

Then I grab her thigh and we start rubbing our diapers against each other. I then realised that diapers in no way prevent the sensations my penis needs to feel pleasure, as if, in this world, simply rubbing against the diapers were enough to feel pleasure. So, very quickly, the tension builds and we reach orgasm together, whilst she lets out such an adorable little cry of pleasure.

We just lie there, relaxed, close together, for a few moments. Then, with a big smile, she kisses me and thanks me. She tells me she has to go home, so she puts her trousers back on, kisses me once more and says, "See you soon – I come here regularly" then she leaves, turning back to wave at me a few times.

I manage to pull my pants back on, more or less, but they’re really tight. Then I sit down on the bench, regaining my composure.