Fantasy vs. Reality

Emma squirmed, visibly frustrated. Ian pulled back with a start, fearing he had overstepped some boundary. "Sorry, Em, I got a bit excited."

Emma frowned, looking around anxiously. "It's fine."

Ian shook his head. "You don't act like it's fine. I really am sorry, Emma. The blood left my head and I forgot that we were in a public park."

Emma held up a hand and stopped him. "It's not that. Well, it kind of is, but not how you think."

Ian looked confused. Emma tried her best to explain, yet not give Ian cause to judge her. "When you were feeling my ass, and we were kissing, I thought that anybody could walk by and see us."

Ian apologized again. Emma getting annoyed by his constant apologizing leaned closer to him and said, "No! It turned me on."

Ian looked even more confused, then broke into a wide grin, and ran his hand along Emma's bum. "So you wanted to be caught?"

Emma bit her lip and nodded.

Ian felt up her ass a bit more, "Then why'd you stop? We could have been making out this whole time, until somebody walked by."

Emma shrugged, "I don't know! I mean I want to, but then sort of don't. Plus I don't know what you think about it."

"I think making out more is perfectly fine." Ian said calmly.

"No, I mean I don't want you to think I'm some crazy slut that wants strangers watching us have sex?"

"We're going to have sex? OK, get the strangers then." Ian joked.

Emma punched him in the shoulder softly. "I mean I want to try stuff, but not have you think less of me."

Ian looked around, shrugged, then said. "I'm game. We can start small, see how you feel, then take things from there. I'm pretty open minded, so whatever you want to try, I'll at least listen to."

Emma smiled. Then she grabbed Ian by the hand and lead him back along the trail. Ian silently followed. Finally they arrived at a small gazebo atop a hill, near a garden. It would be a popular spot, Emma reasoned. And it was the first place they had seen other people before.

Emma took a seat on the stone bench in the gazebo. It wasn't the most comfortable place to sit, but her aching loins felt it would do.