A Walk in the Park

She was 19. Black Irish. Five Foot Nothing. Short, raven black page boy hair.

I was in my mid 30s at the time. Belatedly leaving the shyness of my youth behind finally and coming into my own at last, now fully confident in myself and my powers as a man.

She had those sparkling mischievous dark eyes that let you know immediately she had spirit. Fire.

The first time I saw them looking at me I knew we would be lovers. We courted, each anticipating the inevitable, but drawing it out to make it all the more special. We knew it would be more than a one night stand. We knew we would have the time together to explore, to enjoy the expression of that sexual energy so palpable in the air between us as our eyes first connected. So we enjoyed the dance. For a while.

Those first few weeks were a blur of sweaty, hot, relentless pure animal sex. We both missed work, and school, lost track of days and nights. Lost in the heat and passion of the early stages of a new love affair. As time passed we resumed our daily responsibilities, but continued to find new places to go in expressing our desire and lust for each other.

One chilly night in February, she came by my apartment after her shift as a waitress at a local restaurant. Beneath her floor length heavy overcoat, she had on the standard white blouse and short black skirt of her profession. Beneath that, I knew she wore the standard white cotton bra and panties, as she always did for work.

Shedding the bulky overcoat on the couch, we stumbled together into my bedroom, locked in lusty kisses and grabbing each other in typical unbridled lust. Rolling around on the bed, each of our hands sought the others sensitive places and groped and stroked each other roughly. Laughing and groaning, grunting and giggling.

"You slut."

"You horny old man." We teased each other and urged each other on.

Still dressed, but unkempt, and certainly ruffled, our faces flush with the blood that also flowed into other areas of our anatomy filling and enlarging them as our hearts pumped harder.

"Let's go to your place," I said, catching our breath for a moment.

"My roommate will be home soon," I added and smiled, "and I don't want to hold back, you know?"

We jumped up and grabbed our overcoats quickly, heading for the door, not wanting to let things cool down too much.

"Wait," I said just before stepping out, "Go get Floyd."

Floyd was what we had named her new pink dildo. Her first. The one I made her go into the adult store by herself and buy one night after removing her panties on the front seat of the car. The one I had her lay on the front seat between her wide spread legs, with her skirt hiked up around her waist, as we sat in the parking lot before heading back home. The one I told her to look at and think about shoving into her hot wet c-nt when we got home while I watched. The one, giving in to her desire not 5 minutes later, she had pounded with both hands into her c-nt as fast as she could as I drove down the darkened streets of our town, mere blocks from the adult store, moaning and grunting in unbridled abandonment, with me laughing with hearty approval of her total submission to and acceptance of the horny slut within her.

She ran back into the room and pulled Floyd from the nightstand next to the bed and scurried back to me.

Without a word, I opened her overcoat, undid her blouse and pulled the white cotton bra down under her firm round youthful breasts. Giving them each a nice, quick rough squeeze, I then raised her skirt above her waist and yanked her panties down onto her thighs.

"Give it here." I said, then shoving it up into her already moist and ready slit, I leaned in and pulled her close for a quick, rough sloppy kiss.

"That ought to keep you in the mood until we get to your place."

Those mischievous eyes blazed at me with fire. I closed the front of her overcoat  leaving all beneath it as it was and we left the apartment.

It was a long apartment building. It was California and we were on the second floor of the building on an outside balcony walkway. We walked past 5 or 6 apartments to the other end by the street.  5 or 6 apartments where my neighbors ate dinner, watched TV or sat reading, oblivious to the pure sexual heat passing in front of their picture windows.

At the end of the building there was a crossway between two apartments to the stairway down to street level. A single small fixture barely illuminated this narrow confined space maybe 6 feet long by 4 feet wide.

It was there that I mounted her first from behind. Not even making a conscious decision to do so, but a reflex gut reaction. So suddenly, so fast and furiously, and filled with such raging heat, I don't even know where the dildo went or how we got it out of the way. I'll never forget the sound she made. Somewhere between a groan and a grunt, low and deep, like a breath escaping, but more primal. The sound of pure release to the moment and acceptance of my entering her.

For a few minutes I stroked in and out, in some wild, blind state of advanced lust. Our deep and hushed breaths smoking the air around us. Then with just as sudden a decision, I stopped, wanting to savor and draw out this intensity we both were now filled with. This would be a special night, one to remember.

We panted for a moment, gazing into each other's eyes in the semi-darkness, sensing each other. Our breaths making a beautiful halo around her face lit by the light above and behind us. Those eyes flashing even in through the dark shadow over her face. Then we pulled ourselves together and descended the stairs.

Holding hands, squeezing tightly, walking quickly, side by side, fully aware and connected to each other, we hurried up the street. It was a bit nippy out, even in California it can get cold at night in winter.

As we reached the corner, I suddenly remembered, "Where's Floyd?" I said.

"He's warm and safe." She said with a look that no mortal man could resist.

We giggled and scurried on.

There was a street light half way up that first block. As we reached the pole, I pulled her around and yanked open her coat.

"Show me." I said simply.

Her creamy white breasts glistened in the bluish glow of the street lamp above, her white blouse and bra faintly shining around and beneath them. Below that was shadow and darkness. But between her legs the light reflected off of the sidewalk. She slightly spread her legs and reached down between them. I could see the cylindrical silhouette of the dildo as she slid it, so slowly, in and out, up and down, between her legs, backlit by the glowing cement below. I'm sure I grinned at her, proud of her unbridled daring. I could just make out those curling sneering lips of hers in the faint light. We were both keenly aware that anyone in any of the surrounding houses might look out and see us. See the naughty thing that we were doing. We savored the deliciousness of that without a word, seeing how long we could hold out and stand there. With her fucking herself with a dildo ever so slowly on a public street under a street lamp.

We teased each other, quietly with nearly inaudible whispers.

"You like it don't you?" I said.

"Yesss," she'd hiss in reply.

"You're a naughty little whore aren't you?"

"Yes," she said, "I'm your little whore, Daddy."

Finally we pulled ourselves together and moved on. It was four blocks to her apartment. I don't remember now how many times we stopped and repeated variations on the above scene. Its all an erotic blur now.

It was only about 9:00 p.m. Traffic still occasionally moved past. We were oblivious mostly.

There was an open park across the street from her building. It was the size of a full city block. It was mostly open space with a few tall palm trees scattered about, a couple benches and picnic tables. A swing set and a slide. There were a few lights on the outer corners and along the outer perimeter, but from the street where we were, it was nearly impenetrable darkness in the interior of the park.

The two of us were almost delirious with our lust by this point, and a wickedly nasty idea crossed my mind.

"Come with me."

And I took her hand and we crossed the street into the park. With our long dark overcoats I knew we'd be nearly invisible to those on the outside of the park. We headed to the swings first.

"Does my little slut want to go for a swing?" I asked.

"Oh, what fun! Will you push me Daddy? " she answered.

I sat her in the swing. It was one of those soft, curved plastic or fabric ones. She sat so that her naked ass was on the seat and her overcoat hung down behind. Again I could just make out her white breasts and blouse and bra picking up some of the ambient light from around the block. I could see her white panties, pulling into her soft white thighs. Now and then I could pick out a glistening of light off of the wet dildo as she stroked it in and out while gently swaying in the swing. And of course the sparks in those flashing eyes.

I stood in front of her and watched for a few moments. We were quiet now, almost exhausted with the long anticipation and drawn out state of heightened sexual energy. The calm before the storm, a moment to catch our breath.

Then it was time. I led her by the hand over to the picnic table. Turning her toward me before it with her back to the table and facing me I kissed her again deeply. Lifting her effortlessly up, I laid her on her back and she lifted and spread her legs and we were one. Deeply and slowly now, dreamlike, we seemed to float in the darkness surrounding us, lost in time and space.

"Take me, Fuck me," was all she said in what was more of a whisper of breath, as we moved together after the long and delicious anticipation.

And so we made love under the stars, in front of the whole world. Floating in a sea of darkness, buoyed by our lust and our love and our passion and our desire.

It came to an end eventually. With deep grunts and groans, and heavy breaths. Climaxing with intensity and total abandon.

"Yes, inside me. Now. Yes," hissing breaths of words escaping her luscious mouth.

Slowly we came down to earth again and after resting and gathering our composure, we walked slowly back to her cozy warm apartment arm in arm. Slowly, dizzily, we ambled across the green like a pair of drunken revelers heading home after drinking a few too many.

From then on we could never look over at that park again without the knowing smile of a shared secret crossing our faces and sparkling from those mischievous Irish eyes.