Summer in the City

The sweet scent of grass-cuttings is all around us, permeating the air with an intoxicating thickness in the hot sun. Small pink drifts of blossom gather in the lazy breeze, petals gathering in little eddies and decorating the kerbside. You are stretched out in front of me, eyes closed, soaking up the sunshine and snoozing lightly. I lean on my side, head resting on my hand, propped by my elbow which is pressed into the soft earth, the grass leaving what I know will be a lattice of impressions in my skin. Above us, the yellowy-green fronds of the willow sway, casting a dappled shade across us, but letting the sun seep through.

My fingers trail from your bare shoulder, following the line of your halter-neck top, brushing your chest and roaming down towards your navel. You wriggle slightly, arching your back towards my touch and breathing out a long sigh. I can see the raised bumps of your nipples pushing against the cream cotton; you chose to wear no bra, knowing our intentions before we met on the bench just a few yards away.

As my hand slides over your stomach, you raise your arms above your head and offer yourself to me, the hem of your top riding up and revealing your soft smooth belly. My hand continues its journey, snaking down to the elastic of your skirt, and I lean forward, nuzzling your exposed skin, making you giggle as I kiss and lick your button.

I slip my hand inside your waistband, just far enough for my wrist to disappear, and the tips of my fingers to brush the tip of your soft hair. You twist on your back, trying to urge my fingers further down, enticing me in. Your hand reaches out and grasps at the protusion in my trousers, fingers wrapping around my hardness and pulling me towards you. I lean forwards and kiss you, pressing down on you and thrusting my hips, forcing myself harder into your grip.

I extract my hand and slide it down across your skirt, feeling the ruffled pattern and embroidery, following your curves and contours through the primrose fabric. At the hem, my hand delves between your knees, pushing them apart and then retracing its path back up your thigh, fingertips savouring the smooth pale skin. As I draw my hand back towards me, you lift your knees and then drop them apart, your loose skirt falling back gathered and crumpled around your waist.

In the background, from across the park, the wooden clattering of skateboards mingles with the kids laughing, the sound drifting across to us faint and jumbled. My fingers brush your cunt, feeling the wetness with my tips and then cupping your sex, your fuzzy mound under my palm as I slip first one, then two and three digits between your pink soft lips. As I push into your depths, your back arches again and I move my lips from your mouth to your chest, kissing and sucking your erect nipples through the material, leaving a translucent patch with my tongue, through which the sun reveals the dark hard circle of your areola.

Your fingers are pushing down inside my trousers now, as you begin to breath faster and close your thighs around my hand, forcing me deeper into you. Your cool fingers encircle my cock, gripping it firmly and beginning to stroke up and down its length. As you draw back my foreskin, a small dark circle appears on my trousers, pre-come seeping through. You move your hand back and forth, savouring each stroke, pausing briefly to cup and fondle my balls and then moving your grip back around my shaft.

I’m fucking you vigorously with my fingers now, your widely-spread legs open and inviting as I thrust my hand in and out, rubbing your clitoris with my thumb and massaging your mons with my palm. Your hips are rolling and swaying, and your grip tightens on my erection, as I push my tongue into your mouth and kiss you again. I’m squeezing and caressing your breast with my other hand, but it’s awkward where I’m leaning on it, and so you roll onto your side and push me over onto my back.

We’re in clear view of the park, privacy only provided by some unmown grass which isn’t particularly dense above knee-height. Oblivious to any onlookers, you sit up and flick your head back and let your hair fall over your shoulders, as you grasp the belt-hoops of my trousers and pull them down over my hips. My boxers are dragged with them, and as my rigid cock springs free I can feel the cool air drift over it and the warmth of the sun on the underside of my shaft. You sit for a second, looking down at my manhood, smiling and pleased with your work, before playfully running a finger up my thigh and then taking me in your hand. Pulling my foreskin back again, you smear the bead of creamy cum onto my shining head, and then dip down, taking me in your mouth.

At first you just hold still, lips forming a perfect circle around my girth, the breath from your nose ticking the dark hair around its base. And then your tongue goes to work, licking and flicking, exploring the surface of my shaft, and all the intricate bumps, folds and hollows. Slowly, while your tongue races over me, you begin to move your head up and down, your hair tumbling back off your shoulder and tickling my balls as you fuck me with your mouth. You close your jaw, and press your tongue flat against my length, so I can feel you from base to tip as you gently slide my thick cock in and out between your lips.

I’m powerless, head spinning, wanting to touch you but unable to move, until eventually you moan gently and withdraw me from your lips. You sit up again and then, after looking around to see if anyone is approaching, you straddle me. At first you stay raised on your knees, and spread your skirt out around behind you, covering my legs and stomach like a bedspread. I wait with anticipation, sensing the soft wet heat of your pussy just inches above my desperate cock. And then, looking straight into my eyes, you lower yourself down onto my shaft, still on your knees, lowering your whole weight onto my hips. I lift them to meet you, driving myself deep into you, half-closing my eyes as your velvet cunt engulfs my cock, feeling the fuzz of your hair pushing against my pelvis.

Slowly your start to roll and swing your hips, sliding me in and out of you, fucking me slowly and gently. You lean forward, your hands either side of my head, chest inches from my face. My hands slip up inside your gaping top, and as you move back and forth faster and faster, I cup your breasts in my hand, squeezing them and rolling your bullet-hard nipples between my thumb and fore-finger.

Faster and faster we fuck, your juices dripping down off my balls, your slick lips sliding over my cock to the tip, and then just as I’m about to drop out of you, plunging me back into your slick cleft. I squeeze and knead your soft tits, and we kiss, tongues wrapped up with one and other. Your breath quickens, and your grip on my hips with your thighs tightens, and I begin to feel the warm, welcome twitching in the pit of my stomach.You feel me writhe, and lean right forward, and with your hot breath almost burning my skin, whisper into my ear.

“I love being fucked by your cock. Fill my cunt with your hot spunk right now”

Your words tip me over the edge, and immediately I burst, spasms convulsing through my hips and thighs, my stomach clenching into a ball and my cock pulsating as I drive stream after stream of hot thick seed deep into your cunt. I buck and twist under you, and your muscles clench and squeeze in waves around my shaft, your words having the same effect on you as it did on me. Your teeth clamp down on my lip and I can taste blood across my tongue, and I feel my fists squeezing and twisting your breasts in my hand. You writhe and twist, trying not to call out, moaning softly and desperately in my ear as your climax runs out of steam, muscles milking the last of my come from deep within me.

You slump forward, still gripping my cock, a thick sticky cocktail of our juices oozing out of you and running down across my balls. We lie like that for what seems like hours but in reality is just a few minutes, before you roll off me and straighten your skirt. With few more words we get up and say our goodbyes, heading back across to the busy street and our respective offices, until the next lunch hour we can find to meet up.