Quickie

"Are you looking out for me?"

"You know I am."

He wasn't of course. It was a hot day despite being October. Sweat made his t-shirt stick uncomfortably to his skin and he was salivating practically. It took all of his cajoling and influence to get her this far. "It doesn't look like it." Her small mouth crooked into a nervous smile as she pushed her red hair out of her face Her plump pale legs were splashed with freckles all the way to her thighs. She pulled down her dress when she caught him looking, casting a weary glance about the park. "I can't believe you want me to do this."

"Yeah you can."

"Can not." She chuckled nervously as a jogger ran past them. Her back was on the tree and she was turned away from the path, tucked neatly within the evening shade and out of anyone's, but his, eye sight. She was a shapely, Hispanic ginger, shaped like an hour glass with creamy pale skin. She was shy and nerdy like he liked them. His perfect woman actually. "Stop staring at me like that."

"Like what?" He said smiling innocently, a lopsided smile on his face. He was tall, black and lanky with brown skin and penny colored eyes and hair that grayed prematurely, giving his low cut hair a silver look. He reached, running his hand up her thigh and she rewarded him with a hiss. He went further still and found that despite her trepidation, she was willing and wet.

"Like that." She squirmed against his hand so that his fingers could get in deeper. He resisted the urge to give her what she wanted. "We don't have to do this. Let's just go home and you can fuck me."

"Yeah?" He looked across Crane's Roost as if he could will everyone away to make her more comfortable but that defeated the point he mused; being in public was part of the kink, The lake was pristine and it barely bustled with activity. Most here were joggers or roller bladers. The rest were just lounging like they were, at a gazebo or sprawled out on a picnic blanket like they.

Only he wasn't out here to eat anything out of a wicker basket. "Yeah." She said in harsh whisper. His long knobby fingers worked her clit. He could feel her juices pooling down her slit. "Anything you want."

"Now why is that?" He was still keeping his eyes open but he paid close attention to how her eyes fluttered behind her glasses. He could imagine himself exploding on them, shooting his load on the lenses so that she could see what was coming. She said she was into that.

"Because you got me so fucking turned on." She wasn't looking at him when she said this. Her eyes were squeezed shut and she was breathing fast. "Calling me after work. Telling me you were jacking off to me-"

"I was you know."

"Were you?" She also told him she got off on guys getting off on her. The thought made his member swell.

"I wouldn't lie to you about that."

"Did you cum?"

"Not yet."

He knew what it meant for her to hear that. She would want to make him cum. She wouldn't have been satisfied that he finished off without her there. They had gotten into an argument about it before.

She fished the toy out of her purse, clicking it to life inside before producing it, then rolled back her dress to expose the soft, supple flesh of her thighs. He loved her pussy; how it seemed to stick out like a fist when she bent over or how her clit and lips would swell when she was aroused. She was glistening in the heat of the day, her strong, sweet scent mixing with that of the trees and grass.

She placed it on her clit and for a minute, it was just them. She keeping the sex toy on her moist pussy as he stood and watch, stroking himself  just in front of her face.

Every now and then, she'd stick out her pink tongue, flicking just under the head of his dick. He had to resist entering her mouth lest he need to put his erection a way and she wasn't making it easier. Before he knew it, he was in her mouth, feeling her groans as she came from the bullet. Her head didn't move at first; it was just her tongue and lips sucking at him but then she moved just a bit and a gasp escaped his lips as his eyes rolled in his head.

"Hey are you OK miss?"

His eyes opened and sure enough, it was the jogger that had passed by previously. Crane's Roost was a big park, it was seldom that you'd find a jogger that could run the circuit twice.

"I'm fine sir." She had gotten all respectful in order to put the man at ease. "Just enjoying the shade with my boyfriend."

"Uh yeah." He chuckled. "Just taking a minute and, uh, enjoying the sights."

The jogger, an older gentleman with shaggy  eyebrows and sunburned skin, looked at them both quizzically. "For a minute there, it looked like he might have been, forcing himself in your-"

"Nothing of the like sir." She rose to her feet and he had to make sure she didn't fall as she put her black painted toes into her slides. "Just enjoying ourselves." 

"Yeah...sure." A knowing smile pulled the corners of his mouth. "Well you folks take care."

"We will." And with that, he went off on his way. It wasn't until he was out of earshot that they both burst into laughter.

"Why did you let me suck your dick?"

"Me? I let you?" He laughed hard and she giggled as they made their way to a blue Honda Civic hatch backafter taking a short cut through the grass. "You're the one that licked me. I was just taking care of things like you at first."

"But the fantasy was us masturbating in front of each other, not me sucking you off while I did it."

"That was you ad libbing, not me."

"Did you like that last ad lib?"

"Which one?"

"The one where I called you my boyfriend?" He opened her door first, as usual and she stopped halfway before getting in, shooting her a smirk that let him know she had pigeonholed him

"It was alright. If you had said I was your dentist it would have been better."

She chuckled. "In other words, you're not saying yay or nay on it."

He close her door and rounded the front of the Honda, his erection semi-alive in pants, fears fluttering in his gut.

Because her saying he was her boyfriend didn't bother him like it should have.