To the park!

I arrived at the park after a short ride, my legs shaking and thighs wet. It was a beautiful sunny day, and I figured I might as well get some tanning done on the soft grass. I had a look around. It was still pretty early so the park was sparse, a few couples walking or kissing or fucking, a dad using his daughter on the swings, normal park stuff. After locking up my bike, I made my way to a nice patch of grass that would keep the sun for a few hours and stretched out on it. I quickly wriggled out of my top and skirt and neatly folded them in my bag, before taking out my phone and headphones and letting the sweet voice of Taylor Swift fill my ears. I was a big fan of her in my early teens, covering my walls with her nude and hardcore posters, and she was still a nostalgic pleasure of mine.

I closed my eyes and let the sun beam down on me, tapping my fingers on the ground to the beat of the music. It was important to me to keep my tan looking good - it was a dream of mine that a handsome guy would sweep me off my feet and turn me into his personal stupid bimbo, and maintaining a good tan could only help to put that idea into a man’s mind.

The first song had barely finished before I felt something touch my naked cunt. I didn’t bother opening my eyes - I was here to tan, not to cum - but I slowly opened my legs up to give the man greater access to my folds. The intruder, which I now identified as a couple of rough fingers, stroked up and down my lips and around my clit, making my always wet pussy start positively dripping with anticipation. I moaned lightly despite myself. It wasn’t often that a park stranger bothers to get me properly lubed up instead of just sticking himself inside me.

Not that that wasn’t coming of course. The fingers withdrew, satisfied, and I felt the weight of a man settle over me. I arched my back as his cock - not as big as this morning’s, but not without its charms - sank into me, and started slowly bucking my hips against him. He moved slowly, almost gently, as he fucked me, which was a nice change of pace from the normal frantic penetration of the average man. I moaned again, but resolved to keep my eyes closed for the duration of this encounter. I wanted this man to stay a total mystery to me. I instead imagined him, my gentle lover, as the man of my fantasies who would take me and shape me into the brainless bimbo that I was destined to become.

The penetration continued, and my bucking hips grew faster as pleasure built within me. I realised that I was fucking to the rhythm of the music in my ears and giggled before I could stop myself. The man grunted and moved his hand to cover my mouth, silencing me, which only made me writhe against him harder. I could feel an orgasm approaching and moaned into his rough hand, but just before I went over the edge… he stopped. I groaned in frustration at my denial, then even louder as he removed himself entirely from me. I was so confused - he hadn’t cum! Why did he stop?