(F)un with so(m)eone else in the park | 2016

It's been another quiet and frustrating couple of months for me - lots of uni work and other stuff going on, and no time for anything fun whatsoever. Well, that frustration built up to boiling point on Sunday (not helped by this subreddit either!), and I found myself checking out Craigslist once again to see what was going on.

It took me all of two minutes to find something tempting - a guy in his early 30s looking to give oral to a girl, pure and simple. I sent him a message and heard nothing for a few hours, and was starting to forget about the whole thing when a reply finally came my way. The reply was polite and enthusiastic, and it turned out that he lived pretty close to me, but we soon hit a snag - neither of us had a free house. All set to write it off, his next message sent a spark shooting through me "would you be okay with somewhere outdoors if we're out of options?"

I replied that I wouldn't mind that if we could find somewhere discreet enough, and although he had no ideas along those lines I began to think back to my own solo adventure in a nearby park a while back, and realised that it might be the perfect spot. So, we talked some more and agreed that it was a place we could both get to, although by this time there was no chance of us meeting that evening so we made plans for the next day. This afternoon he mailed to see if I was still keen, we talked some more and made our arrangements for the evening.

It was a cloudy, overcast and pretty cold day, so I dressed to mix sexiness with something that would hopefully keep me warm - a dark blue dress, a pair of matching thigh-high socks, and a black bra and thong. Checking myself in the mirror and throwing my coat on, I let my housemates know I was off out to see a friend for a bit and headed to our pre-arranged meeting spot.

I was first to arrive in the public area we chose to meet at, which is when the nerves started as I stood in the nippy air waiting for what seemed like forever as I checked the time on my phone over and over again. Eventually, I saw a guy who seemed to match the photo I'd seen earlier, and after awkwardly making eye contact and not being sure whether to approach one another, I took a deep breath, said hi and introduced myself. Up close, the guy in question was pretty unremarkable in looks, but after seeming a little shy when we first met he quickly warmed up and became much chattier and friendlier, and it was him that suggested we head off if I was still keen.

Keen I was, and his question started the excitement building as the horniness that had been nagging me for a while started to return to the surface. The conversation dried up as we walked, me taking the lead as we made our way into the quiet public park and started down the path towards the secluded spot I had in mind. Although it looked very different at this time of day I was still able to pick out the place I had in mind, and sure enough there was nobody in the immediate vicinity, so after lots of nervous looking around we headed off the public path into the thick undergrowth of trees away from prying eyes. It was darker than I thought it might have been as we made our way further from the path, but not impossibly so as the lights in the path and surrounding area still provided more than enough light to safely see what we were doing.

Finding a small clearing in the area, I stood before the guy and, unsure what to say, simply exclaimed "well, here we are!" Another awkward silence followed, before the guy took charge and asked if I'd stand up against a nearby tree. Stopping to unbutton and pull off my coat, stowing it safely on a (hopefully) clean patch of ground, I did as he asked, leaning forward slightly against a tree in the knowledge that he was probably peering through the darkness at my body.

The looking soon turned to touching, as I felt the back of my dress being lifted to reveal my ass and thong, before two hands firmly took hold of my cheeks and began to massage them. I've always been a bit self-conscious about my backside - I wouldn't call it "fat" but it's the one part of my body that feels too flabby to me no matter what I do - so it was a surprising little boost to my self-esteem when he showered my behind with compliments as he massaged it enthusiastically. Feeling these strange hands on my body was also beginning to have an effect, and my wetness started to grow as those hands moved to stroke and explore my sock-clad legs a little, before he quietly asked me to open my legs a little as those hands drifted up my thighs.

I knew what was coming next, but that didn't prevent a soft moan escaping my lips as I felt a finger tracing my pussy lips over my thong, before he excitedly starting to rub my pussy as he stood behind me. There was no hiding my wetness now and he surely soon felt it too, quietly asking me to bend over and lean against the tree. Again, I did as I was asked, and felt fingers hooking into the waistband of my thong to pull it quickly down around my knees. I glanced behind me to see him settling on his knees, and in no time at all my dress was hitched up again and his mouth and tongue were devouring me. Although it felt like there was no real technique or thought in what he was doing, there was still something exciting about the scenario, and after his initial excitement he settled down to spread my cheeks and explore me more carefully, his face pressed into me as he began working his tongue up and down my lips, and then slipping in and out of me pleasingly.

Moaning softly at his efforts, this continued for a while, although my tiring legs made me increasingly fidgety, and eventually he pulled away from my wet mound and asked if I wanted to make myself more comfortable. Removing my knickers from around my legs completely and finding a dry patch in the clearing, I spread out my coat and lay myself back on it, before hiking my dress up around my waist and spreading my legs as if to invite him to carry on where he left off. No invitation was needed of course, and he was soon crouched between my legs with his tongue returning to my pussy.

After lapping up and down my lips and penetrating me with his tongue for a while, he went back to finding and concentrating on my clit, and from there began a slow built to my first orgasm, my growing moans sounding shockingly loud in the quiet park where the only other noise was the distant traffic. His technique continued to not be the best but his persistence paid off, and eventually I found myself gripping my coat and throwing my head back, eyes tight shut as I came.

Pushing his head away for a brief break, a silence followed as his fingers occasionally traced my thighs and, once we was confident my sensitivity had subsided he simply went wordlessly back to work on my pussy. This time, his increased confidence showed in his hands, which were more active as he licked and sucked on me, sliding over my hips and around to briefly lift them to massage my ass again, then down my legs to move them and prop them on his shoulders as he licked. His hands then pushed further under my dress, up over my stomach towards my chest. His licking continued as he fumbled to see if he could get to my breasts, so I eventually sat up and reached around under my dress to unhook my bra before laying back. Feeling my bra being pushed up, soon his hands were exploring and tweaking my nipples, and this coupled with his continuing efforts between my legs led to more growing pleasure - my orgasm built a little faster this time, and again my moans as I climaxed sounded incredibly loud in the quiet half-light.

Once my moans subsided we were left with the sounds of our breathing for a while, before I heard him shuffling to reach into his pocket and produce his phone - cursing the time and mentioning that he didn't have too much longer before he had to be somewhere, he asked if I wanted to continue. Partly out of curiosity, I asked whether he was turned on, to which he inevitably admitted that he was, and incredibly so. My initial thought had been simply to return the favour to cap things off, but all of that licking had left me wanting to feel something inside me, and before any doubt could spring into my mind I asked him whether he'd brought a condom with him. He hadn't, but I told him to hold on and after fumbling with my coat to find my purse I produced one and handed to him. He almost quizzically asked if I was sure, and apologised in advance that he probably wouldn't last long, but I told him not to worry.

As he hurried to undo his jeans and push them and his briefs down, I pushed my dress up and once again laid back invitingly for him. Getting down on his haunches between my legs, he rolled on the condom and briefly teased my entrance before slowly but easily sinking into my tight pussy. I think this brought about my loudest moan of the night as I felt a cock inside me for the first time in months, and he moved slowly in and out of me for a spell as we both enjoyed the sensation.

He then shifted position to move directly on top of me, starting to thrust his hips faster against me as I laid back, my mind beginning to race with the knowledge that here I was, in the middle of a park, with my legs aloft and my dress pushed up, being fucked by a stranger. All I could hear were his heavy breaths in my ear, the sounds of my wetness as he fucked me, and my own moans, which was erotic in itself. The sex probably lasted five minutes or so, him lifting himself up and fucking me more frantically as his climax built, my moans growing with his efforts as I looked up to see him intently watching his cock thrusting in and out of my shaved pussy.. something that he has probably burned into his brain by now.

Pushing deep into me as he came to elicit one final moan, he pulled out and discarded the condom, and asked if I wanted one more round of quick oral before he had to go. I was suddenly aware that I was feeling pretty cold and it seemed like we'd been there for a while, so although not entirely satisfied I figured it was probably time to part ways as I picked myself up, struggled to get my bra clipped and straight, collected and dusted down my coat, and then had an increasingly fraught search for my thong which I'd thoughtlessly dropped without paying attention to where it was. After a lot of fumbling in the darkness and the horrifying thought of both losing one of my favourite pieces of lingerie and having to go home with no underwear on, I managed to hunt down the thong with his help and we cautiously made out way back to the clearing - mostly in what I guess was a shocked silence, although he did at least stop to help me straighten my hair so I didn't look like, well... like I'd just been fucked in the park.

So, we went our separate ways, I went home, shut myself in my room with my laptop and spent the rest of my evening reliving those events in my head for this post. Part of me worries that I'm getting too addicted to meeting guys in crazy ways like this, but the thrill and excitement is amazing, and while I'm not looking for a boyfriend it at least brings some variety to my life. That isn't a bad thing, is it?