dreamer
Slave
Registration Date: 06-27-2006
Posts: 179
Mistress Or Master Or Slave: Slave
Level: 38 [?]
Experience: 1,226,819
Next Level: 1,460,206
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I walk along through the park minding my own business, my mind lost in thoughts of the day. Today more rough than most. I think on the lost account, the ass reaming from my boss, my girlfriend dumping me over lunch.... all in one day. I consider briefly jumping off a building but decide that none of them is worth that. Instead I shrug it off, walk it off in the park. I pass by a treelined area, shrubbery alongside the path, dark in the moonlight, the shadows cast are long and almost eery. The night is silent except for the sound of my footfalls, my breathing and, as I stop for a few seconds, my heartbeat. I stop and listen, no it?s not totally silent. There is a chirrup of a frog, a twitter of a startled bird in it?s nest, sounds of traffic far off in the distance. Then I hear it. Footfalls. I am not the only one in the park. I realize it could be a mugger, stalking his prey in the late night air. But I doubt it is so I just continue on at my leisurely pace.
As I round the curve in the walkway ahead of me I see a figure sitting on the bench. As I approach I discover it is a woman. ?Hello,? I say politely as I start to pass. ?Well hello there,? her tone of voice is warm, inviting and says she is instantly interested in what she sees. I hesitate and turn toward her. She looks up at me and smiles. She has long brown hair just past her shoulders and though I can?t make out what colour her eyes are in the dark, I suspect they are brown as well, big and soft. She is slender and looks to be around her mid twenties. close to my age probably. She is wearing a faux fur coat, only much nicer than most I have seen and her legs are crossed one over the other, her feet clad in black heels.
?Lovely evening,? I say trying to start conversation.
?Yes it is,? she smiles again. She is now looking me over, head to toe, up and down, and I begin to feel rather self conscious. Feeling slightly embarassed by the silence and the inspection I turn to go.
?You want some fun?? She asks. I wonder then if she is a prostitute, perhaps taking a break from her corner, to relax in the privacy of the park.
?Fun?? I say.
?Ok,? she says and gets up and approaches me. ?I?m kind of a daring girl, and I like what I see, so I am asking you if you want to have some fun. Let me be more clear.? She looks at me directly standing mere inches from me now and I detect a waft of a soft floral perfume. ?I want to fuck you.? she says, her lips forming the words erotically with a soft grin. My eyes I am sure had to have widened with a bit of surprise and shock, but at the same moment I felt a thrill shoot from my chest to my groin. As if suspecting I might be hesitant still, she opened her coat to reveal underneath she wore nothing. Her beautiful bare body clad in the soft faux fur was irrresistible. I instantly forgot my broken heart, my reamed ass, and my mind and body screamed to have her.
Her breasts were ample and soft, round and perky. Her nipples large and so ripe. I couldn?t help myself but to reach out and touch one of her breasts, cupping it in my hand. ?You aren?t a hooker are you?? I had to ask. ?How much are you going to ask me for??
She appeared insulted at first then laughed. ?No, I?m not a hooker. I just had a rotten day and want a fun way to unwind with no strings attached.?
She pressed against me and slid her hand to my crotch where she could feel already I was in full attention. She leaned up and kissed me softly, her tongue stroking my lips then finding its way inside my mouth as I let her deepen the kiss, felt myself sink into it. Her hand continued to stroke me below outside my trousers, then feeling the zipper give, moments later I felt her hand grasp me, as I gasped and she sucked eagerly on my tongue. She knelt on the sidewalk then, taking me into her mouth, licking me over and under, up and down. I clutched her hair to keep myself from going weak in the knees at her manipulations. I felt her teeth graze me lightly, her tongue teasing the underside of the head of me. I felt her press her face deep against me so she could get to my balls. I groaned aloud as I felt her wet soft tongue on them, could hear her sucking at me eagerly. Then she stood up and kissed my mouth again, and i grasped her, pulling her against me roughly. I trailed my fingers over her skin, to her nipples caressing and pinching them, tugging them and then down down to her soft down, to the wet soft place inside. She clung to me. We moved to the shadows against a tree and I backed her against the trunk. She wrapped herself around me and I slid inside. I buried my face in her neck, my hands squeezing her tits as I fucked her harder against the rough bark of the tree trunk. I felt her heels digging in, her fingers under my shirt, her nails dig in. Her teeth sank in my neck and I felt near a swoon to the pleasure. She sucked eagerly and it was warm, delightful, almost as much as the fucking itself. She growled and moaned like an animal.
I came hard inside her, my own animal sounds filling the night air. Then before I knew what had happened I was flat on my back and she rode me. She ground into me, and the pleasure seemed intense as anything I had ever felt. I felt her nails rake my chest and I wondered when my shirt had been undone. I had no memory of that. In fact from the moment I had come inside her, heard that growl from her I couldn?t remember how I got to this new place. The cool night air on my face felt as wonderful as her touch, and my skin felt on fire. My neck throbbed and I wondered if she?d bitten me in her passion.
She let out a scream as she came, a scream that seemed to pierce the night, and I felt a tremour of fear someone would surely come and think I was raping this woman. She collapsed against me, then nuzzled her face once more into my neck, sucking, kissing and licking me. The sensations were exquisite and yet I felt as if I were being lulled to sleep.
I woke up my face wet from the beginning of dew on the grass of the park. I shivered with a chill. Buttoning up my shirt and tucking in. I tidied myself up. I remembered my encounter and grinned to myself. I had never had such an experience in my life. I began to wonder had I fallen asleep and dreamed the whole incident? I walked back the six blocks to my flat and let myself in still feeling a bit disoriented and stunned. I climbed into bed feeling suddenly more exhausted than as if I had worked nonstop for a week.
When I woke up the sun was warm on my face, and my neck felt hot, felt like I was burned. I groggily pulled myself out of bed and headed for the bathroom. There I washed my face and realized there was crusted blood on my chest, my neck. Not alot, but enough to startle me. I looked myself over for scratches and found the usual love marks, nail marks on my chest and back. Then I turned my head to see where the ?burning? was coming from. Teeth marks I expected, punctures I didn?t. I gasped and touched the inflamed area gently. Covering it with a bandage and antibiotic cream I wondered how it had happened. My mind went to all the horror movies I had ever watched and I laughed at myself for being ridiculously paranoid like a frightened boy.
I got ready for work and headed into the office. Maybe after work I would take a walk in the park.
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Walk in the Park
