It's mostly quiet

As you and Paige make your way into the park, you only see a few other people there, surprisingly none of them engaged in any type of sexual activity. Granted, it is during work hours on a weekday, so you aren't too surprised it isn't busier. The two of you walk along the winding pathway around the park's perimeter until you come to a small stand of trees in the corner, with a few picnic tables scattered about in the shade beneath. It's a beautiful mid-summer day, with a sky full of fluffy white clouds and a pleasant breeze. As impromptu date choices go, you couldn't have picked a better day for a picnic.

"How about here?" you ask Paige. She nods agreeably and begins setting out the paper plates, sandwiches and chips from the bag she brought from your apartment. Her heavy breasts jiggle enticingly as she leans over the table, and even if it weren't for the cum stain dampening her blouse, it would still be plainly apparent that she isn't wearing a bra. As you sit down to eat, Paige lifts her boobs a bit with one arm before leaning over to pick up her sandwich, letting them rest on the table for support. It's an automatic, casual motion that she's no doubt performed every day without thinking about it, and you can feel yourself getting hard at seeing how habitually she puts herself on display.

Damn, I wish I could get a better look at those jugs, you start to think to yourself, and then mentally facepalm. That's old-world thinking now. You no longer have to idly wish about such things; now you can simply act. "Open your blouse and get your tits out," you say as casually as you can manage, as Paige takes the first bite of her sandwich.

"Hm? Oh, sure," she says after swallowing. She starts undoing the buttons on her blouse from the top, continuing downwards until her breasts spill out of their fabric confinement and come to rest on the top of the picnic table. Her perfect pink nipples point at you enticingly. "Do you want to cum on me?" she asks, and takes another bite of her sandwich.

Your cock stiffens further at this question, but you decide to hold off for now. "Maybe later. For now I just want to look at your boobs while we eat," you reply. Paige nods with an Mm-hmm which probably began as an "all right" before being muffled by a mouthful of tuna salad. You're still feeling a bit drained from the earlier session with Paige and her mother, and you've worked up quite an appetite in the process, so right now the food is your top priority. Besides, it's not like there won't be plenty of time for sex later... and anytime, anywhere, and any way you want it to boot. Yes, even in this reality there are definite advantages to having a big-titted cumdump of a girlfriend close at hand.

"So, how's work been for you?" you ask as you open the bag of chips and put a handful on your plate. "It's a shame we didn't run into each other sooner. I guess we've working different shifts recently?" You know that was true in your old reality, but it might not still be the case here.

Paige pours some chips out onto her plate as well. "Yeah. You work nights, right, John? I'm hoping I can change to that once school starts up in the fall."

"Oh, are you staying local?"

She nods. "Benefit of a college town, I don't have to move or quit my job when classes start. Although at this point, I wouldn't mind a change." Her lips purse in annoyance. "My supervisor is a real tin-pot dictator. She's even started counting it against my break time if a guy stops me to use my body to get off."

"I'm surprised she can do that," you say, and you are—it seems like the sort of thing people in this reality would simply take in stride, like being caught in traffic. "I mean, it's not like you have any say in the matter, right?"

Paige gestures with one hand in agreement. "Right? That's the same thing I said. But she gave me this patronizing crap like, 'if you were more enthusiastic about helping, dear, they might cum faster.'" Paige mimics the other woman's voice as a nasally singsong. "I just think she's jealous, honestly. She isn't busty enough to be a public fucktoy like me, and she doesn't like other people getting more attention than her. Although..." A thoughtful expression flits over her face. "Now that I think about it, things might get a little easier for me after today. I'm not a virgin anymore, so guys can start using my pussy and asshole too. I'll bet I can make them cum a lot faster now, especially if there's more than just one or two of them at once." She smiles at you and lays a hand on your arm fondly. "Look at you, already making my life better!"

"Well, I can certainly vouch for the high quality of your holes," you say, only half-joking, and Paige blushes modestly at your compliment. In the interests of being honest with yourself, you admit that you feel a pang of jealousy at the thought of someone else fucking her. You know you'll get over it in time—and to be fair, this is only your first day in this society. It'll just take you a while to get used to this world's social norms, if perhaps longer for some of them than for others.

As the two of you chat, a jogger comes loping around on the paved path that winds through the park. He stops briefly at one of the nearby picnic tables to stretch a bit, but when he notices Paige's exposed breasts he heads over towards your table. His penis swells visibly under his running shorts as he walks. Paige doesn't look at him directly, but through some sort of sexual sixth sense she senses his approach anyway. She puts her sandwich down and waits expectantly, like a restaurant patron who sees a waiter bringing her food over.

Once the man reaches your table, he pulls his erect penis out of his shorts, and without any preamble grabs Paige's head with both hands and stuffs his cock into her mouth. He pumps away at her face unreservedly, causing her to make wet gurgling sounds from deep in her throat. He nods to you politely as he fucks your girlfriend's mouth, and says, "Afternoon. Beautiful day, isn't it?"