Sunshine and lollipops
Wandering hands
Hearing the jingle of the keys getting louder as the park-keeper approaches, you hastily pull your tops back on, and stand up, looking around for the quickest escape route. You feel him grab your wrist and you let him lead you behind a tree, out of the park-keeper’s view. He leans his back against the tree and pulls you close to him as the park-keeper walks along the path, metres away from the tree. You both try not to look at each other, to avoid bursting into laughter and catching the park-keeper’s attention.
After a few minutes, he looks around the tree and then whispers, “Coast clear.” You both laugh at your narrow escape and then he slides down to sit against the tree. He pulls you down with him, onto his lap and plants a kiss on your lips before you can say anything. His tongue explores your mouth, flicking along your lips and and dancing with your own tongue. He wraps one arm around your waist, while his free hand roams over your body and disappears up underneath your top. He gently cups a breast in one hand, lighlty squeezing it as he uses his thumb to make the same swirling motions on your nipple as his tongue does in your mouth.
Your hands rest on the tops of his arms, feeling the warmth of his skin penetrating through his t-shirt, and you begin to move your hands up his arms, over his shoulders and down his back. He moans quietly as he feels your fingernails running lightly down his back.
His hand slips back out from under your top, and you feel the warm breeze on your body as he pulls your top up, over your head and places it beside you on the grass. His lips brush against your collarbone, and then you feel his warm breath on your neck as he plants a kiss there. He gently bites and sucks on your neck, using his tongue to place further pressure on the area and you let out a sigh of pleasure.
Your hands travel around from his waist and towards the buttons on his trousers. You unbutton them and slowly pull down the zip below them. He moves his lips away from your neck and looks down to where your hands are, seeing them reaching into his trousers. He looks at you with a cheeky smile as you bring him out from the confines of his boxers.
He leans his head back against the bark of the tree and slowly exhales as he feels your hands wrap themselves around him, slowly stroking him up and down. You alternate the pressure between soft and firm, but keep the rhythm steady, watching him the whole time. He closes his eyes, and every now and then, he lets out a moan, urging you to continue the pace.
You grip him harder; his breathing begins to quicken and you increase the movements of your hands. You see his fingers clenching and unclenching beside him, his tongue running along his lower lip, the rise and fall of his chest increasing in speed. He murmers appreciatively as he begins to rock his hips into your hands, each intake of breath her aer and faster until you hear a sharp gasp escape his lips, followed by a long sigh of contentment.
He opens his eyes and kisses you, still slightly breathless, and you can feel him smiling. You sit there for a while, before you decide it's time to go home.
Your only problem now is how to get out of a locked park.