Quite Blunt

"I'm a pretty blunt guy," you begin, "so I'm going to get straight to the point. Because I don't really care about foreplay right now."

Your conversation partner blinks. Then asks, "Who are you exactly?"

The day is blue. Bright. But blue. Blue-skied. Blue shimmers. Blue faced. People are out jogging. On the grass, which stretches out for a good set of square miles, some are making picnics, throwing pigskin, flying superhero-themed kites.

Reel it in, and there's you, on the sidewalk, which loops around the perimeter of the park sufficiently. A parking lot is a few paces away, some skaters loudly goofing off, crushing the pebbly paving with their marred wheels and laughing at roasts of successive members of their little circle. Others were taking out chairs from the back of their trunks, lounging, enjoying some casual R&R in the shade.

A decently lively day, to say the least.

Before you is a bench, next to it a grimy water fountain. The fountain isn't interesting. Rather, it's the peaches on the bench, on its wooden slab, that grabs you. Grabbed you, actually. Just a few minutes ago, when you had been wandering through downtown, and there she was, on her cellular phone, one leg crossed over the other, coated in that trademark pair of skintight leggings.

Covering that even lovelier looking set of peaches below.

"I'm John," you clarify, providing an aloof wave. "What's yours?"

The woman, black-haired and sharply faced, looks up at you with searching eyes. Cautiously, she deferred, "I'm Melanie."

You smirk. "So Melanie. I have something for you."

Melanie's time to smirk. "Oh, yeah? And what's that?"

"An offer."

Shrugging, Melanie tore her eyes away from her phone, slung an arm against the top of the bench as she wove both sets of fingers into the other and switched her crossed leg. "I'll bite. What's this you're offering? A million bucks? Salvation? A new roommate?"

Funny. She's funny. Hot, yet not deprived of wit. Good combo.

Your arms fold themselves. "How about..." Taking to your chin, you tap it for a brief breath. "I know! How about I fuck your asshole right here on that bench and get to do whatever I want with that butt of yours?"

A bird chirps. A pair of mothers walk past laughing about some guy named Rob, wheeling over their baby carriers, and then are gone, leaving you two alone -- relatively speaking -- once more.

Melanie gives you a look. She hasn't really changed her expression from her last punchline. Just looking.

"You really are blunt, aren't you?"

"Quite."

Melanie grunts out a jaded laugh. "Fine."

Then, like clockwork, her hair swishes out of her eyes as she looks back into yours with blase cavalier. "I accept your offer."

A grin breaks through your cheeks.

She accepts your offer.

She accepts your offer.

How long have you had this ability now? It's felt like forever, but it's probably only been a week.

The round-assed stranger takes her phone and tucks it away into her bag, as she sits up and starts to move herself to face away from you. You are so busy gaping at her beautiful bottom as it involuntarily wiggles and gets into position in front of you, you don't see her look back in your direction. "Okay, John.

"Go ahead... fuck me in the ass."

Unfolding your arms, you grab her hips and paw at her ass cheeks, ready to cum on the sunny lit sidewalk as you noticed a couple giggling and making out by a nearby tree; a police cruiser just at the corner of the intersection; a family picnic by the sandlot.

While you squeezed this grand, tight bum of Melanie's here.

Melanie says nothing as you pull down the waistband of her yoga pants, then sniff up the curvature of her fleshy bottom. Driving your nose into her flesh, you hear a faint 'excuse me' as a group of pedestrians pass by your little educational class on Melanie's ass.

You then withdraw and slap her hard on the ass cheek.

"Ooohoo," shot out Melanie, causing her to arch her back and push her buttocks out towards you, a hiss leaving her lips.

"Like that?" You smile again, then unzip your shorts. Out pops your package, throbbing and wet as a newborn. "Well, then you're gonna love this."

Mashing your hand against the tip of your penis, you drench the rest of your shaft in the oily pre-cum oozing from the head. Then you proceed to finger Melanie's asshole. You end up losing track, exploring her smooth ass cheeks once again with your restless palms, but manage to regain focus. Tugging at your dick, you bring Melanie's hips down until her ass is right above your cock. She says something about how she'd never done something like this before. You pat her bottom and ask her to pull her butt cheeks apart for you. Obliging, she brings both hands back and you get a view of her puckering black hole as she makes sure you have a sufficient entry point for her ass ravaging.

"Melanie, your ass is really hot."

Unbeknownst to you, Melanie rolls her eyes. "Thanks. Now, if you could get on with it? No offense, but I have to get back home in 30 minutes and get changed because I'm going out later."

"With a boy?" You tease her exposed ass with your probing cock.

"Maybe. Sure."

For fun, you ask, "Want to go out with me?"

At this, Melanie bursts out laughing. Turning her head back, you see her face which is nearly resting just above her pair of round peaches, thanks to spatial perspective. The sight is enormously arousin'. "You? Sorry bud. We barely met. And I don't even know who you are exactly. I do know, though, that you're a pretty blunt guy, so I'll give you that."

"But you're not attracted to me at all?"

"Hello," half-laughed, half-groaned the face attached to this lovely set of legs and ass. "Dude, get the picture. This is not how you pick up girls, you know."

"Sorry," you surrender, unable to resist squeezing her right globe of smackable butt and wrenching it in your fingers like it was a towel, then letting it go, watching the sight of her skin flapping back into immaculate, slappable place. "I told you, though. That's just how I feel today."

Unperturbed, Melanie humors you. "How about this. Fuck my ass, get it out of your system, and maybe we'll meet again long after this and end up falling in love for real," Melanie finally insists. "Then we'll go out. Maybe even hold hands. You know," she looks back with a snarky tooth, "just like in the movies."

You quietly laugh then stop your teasing, priming your penis right on the threshold of her hole. That's right. She'd never go out with someone she just met.

You grip her ass once more.

That would be silly.

You feel her asshole stretching around your width as you slowly push forward.

There are boundaries, after all.

Girls. Guys.

Everyone has boundaries.

"Alright," you abide by her. "I'll just fuck your ass, then."

A sarcastic smile peered through Melanie's pretty face. "Appreciate it." She turned back and let her ass and you continue your macabre dance.

A moment later, you were drilling into her as a guttural moan left her throat.

It echoed across the entire park.

"Melanie? You okay?"

The black-haired girl stopped and looked back, wincing slightly. "Yeah." She sighed, then clarified, "I just got my first anal dicking, believe it or not." She rolled her eyes. "He was pretty funny, to say the least. Asked me out."

Her lady friend's eyes bugged out. "Serious? What did you do?"

"Huh?" Melanie winced again as she set down her bag on the carpet.

"Well, I mean, he kinda sounds like a creep..."

"Oh. Nah, he wasn't really that. He was just some dumb dork."

"Who screwed you up the ass."

"Right," Melanie agreed. The two exchanged looks, then puffed out cheeks followed as they devolved into quiet laughs.

"Well, shit, who would have thought, huh?" Melanie's roommate looked her up and down and shook her head. "You sure you okay, girl? Musta hurt."

"It did," shrugged the runner girl, "but hey, what was I supposed to do, Amy?"

Amy just looked on, nodding as their other housemates made a giggly ruckus in the kitchen, preparing who knew what for whatever to-be party, while Melanie continued,

"He friggin' made me an offer I couldn't refuse."