The Secret

They went for a walk in Hyde Park. It was a beautiful day; the sun was beaming down on them. Ellie wore her pale blue sundress and her leather sandals with straps that went up her legs and had put her hair up in a clip, leaving some curls tumbling softly around her face.

Alan put on light beige chinos and a navy T-shirt and carried a rucksack containing lunch, along with a bottle of wine, two glasses and a corkscrew.

They didn’t speak much; there wasn’t much to say. They were both feeling the weight of the next day and decided to get out of the flat to brighten themselves up, neither of them wanting to spend their last day together feeling miserable. So far, though, it wasn’t working and they were both struggling with their own thoughts.

Ellie had been thinking about Pete and how she might feel when she saw him the next day. She had called him and he agreed to collect her at the station. She could tell from his voice he was excited about seeing her and she wondered if her going away had been a good thing, in the sense that he had obviously missed her. She thought to herself how different it would have been if she had found Poppy. She might even be looking forward to seeing Pete, instead of hoping she could pretend that what had happened between her and Alan hadn’t and that Pete wouldn’t notice. She wondered if she would be able to make love to him again. She didn’t have answers to any of her questions.

Alan was thinking about how his flat would feel without Ellie in it. Rima had never stayed there and it felt like it was his and Ellie’s place, not his and Rima’s. He was meant to meet Rima the next week and thought about putting it off. He knew she would be able to tell immediately that there had been, that there was, someone else. He was hopeless at hiding his feelings in front of her, which was why they had argued and split up in the first place. He was sure she wouldn’t have expected him to go and fall in love with someone else in the meantime. He didn’t even know if he could resume things where they had left off. His experience with Ellie had affected him fundamentally and he knew he had changed.

They found a patch of grass behind two large rhododendron bushes, which were covered in large pink and purple blooms. It was off the path and very secluded, no one would know there was anyone there. It was just what they wanted. Theirs was a private grief and they didn’t want anyone intruding on it.

Ellie lay down on the grass and stretched her arms above her head. The sun was warm and she closed her eyes, enjoying the feel of it on her skin. Alan sat beside her and opened the wine, pouring her a glass.

‘Here, Ellie…’ he handed it to her and she sat up, taking a sip.

She looked over at him. ‘I love hearing you say my name.’

He smiled but didn’t look at her, it was too painful and he was finding being with her bittersweet.

‘I wonder if it would have been better if I had just gone home.’ She took another sip of her wine. His silence was deafening her. She knew how he was feeling but she preferred to verbalise everything, not bottle things up.

He looked at her. ‘Perhaps it would.’ He wondered if that was what she really thought, was she regretting it, now it was over?

There was a tense silence. Ellie was irritated. How could he say that it would have been better? She thought he must have been regretting it.

They each drank a glass of wine without saying another word and Alan refilled them.

Ellie felt awkward, there was a distance between them that she hadn’t experienced with him before and she hated it. Alan just couldn’t speak. He had tried to break the silence but his words got caught in his throat and he was scared they would come out in a sob.

Ellie moved herself closer to where he was sitting. He hadn’t looked at her for over an hour. He raised his head and their eyes met. He leaned forward and kissed her, gently and with such love that Ellie had to suppress a sob. He felt her body shaking and pulled her to him. He bent his head and kissed her to stop her crying, his tongue probing her mouth softly, her lips opened willingly to let him in.

They lay on the grass, kissing softly. Alan took the clip out of Ellie’s hair and rolled onto her, holding her close as he continued to kiss her delicious mouth, stroking her red curls. Ellie could feel his dick pressing into her through their clothes and gasped as he reached down and lifted the hem of her dress.

‘What are you doing?’ She hissed at him. She wanted him to make love to her, but not in public.

‘Shhh, Ellie…. It’s fine. No one will see, I promise. Please, I need you…’ He bent his head and kissed her deeply, his tongue exploring the soft warm wetness of her mouth.
She was helpless to resist him. His hand reached up and he slowly, carefully and very discreetly pulled her knickers off, pushing them under the rucksack as he kissed her passionately. He pushed his hardness into her crotch through her dress and she gasped. He rolled off her and sat up, unfastening his trousers and slipping them and his briefs down a little. The tip of his penis was exposed and he nodded at Ellie, looking pointedly down. Ellie understood and stood up slowly, brushing her dress straight before coming to sit on his lap, her skirt covering their nakedness, a leg either side of him where he sat. If anyone did happen to walk past, they looked like a couple kissing, not two people in the midst of the hottest sex either of them had ever experienced.
Alan discreetly put his hand under her skirt and she smoothed it back down, gasping as his fingers started to explore her dripping wet pussy. Ellie had never felt so sexy and making love al fresco was turning her on more than she would have imagined.
Ellie wriggled forward and rubbed her wet lips over his throbbing penis before sitting firmly onto him. They both gasped, it was going to be difficult staying quiet but they were both so ready, it wasn’t going to take either of them very long.

‘Move slowly Ellie,..…You feel so amazing I could come right now.’ His voice was husky and she kissed him as she started to rock her hips slowly backwards and forwards. His hand was still on her pussy and he began to move his fingers around her clitoris Ellie gasped and pushed herself harder on top of him, squeezing her vagina tightly around him.

‘I’m coming Ellie…oh fuck….’ Alan’s pelvis bucked upwards, his head fell forward and he held her close, biting the top of her dress as he tried not to moan with pleasure.

‘Oh Jesus, so am I!’ She gasped and moved a little quicker, trying to maintain some decorum as she came hard and fast. His dick went rock hard with his orgasm as she came and she felt hot sperm hit the walls of her vagina.

They sat there, still joined, holding each other for a long time, Ellie’s head on his shoulder as he stroked her hair.

They gently drew apart and discreetly rearranged their clothing. Ellie lifted her knickers and stuffed them into the front pocket of the rucksack and they lay on the grass, looking up at the sky, wrapped in each other’s arms.

‘I don’t regret any of it, Alan. If I could stay… if I had that choice…I would stay.’

He smiled. ‘I know. I would want you to stay, if you could make that choice. You know I will always love you Ellie, don’t you?’

‘I know. Me too.’

They lay there, holding each other, until the sun disappeared behind the rhododendrons.