Public sex in the park

Public sex in the park Public sex in the park

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Details

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Summary

An erotic story about anonymous oral sex, public sex, and voyeurism. Written as an experiment of rhyming words as in a poem while telling an erotic story. I would like comments to whether the idea even works or not.

Summary


An erotic story about anonymous oral sex, public sex, and voyeurism.

Written as an experiment of rhyming words as in a poem while telling an erotic story.

I would like comments to whether the idea even works or not.

Content

Submitted: August 20, 2011

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Content

Submitted: August 20, 2011

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My lunchtime brake, my daily retreat
One hour a day, five times a week
Across form the garden, in the community park
Lunch on the bench, away from the race
Out of the office, an escape from the geeks

A place in the trees, near the gap in the hedge
Where I can see the sidewalk, part of the street
The people walking by, lost in their thoughts
Except for the Cop, that's working on the beat
Doing his job, checking it out
Sometimes he turns and looks at me
Nods his head, but never stops or speaks

But today these things are not on my mind
What I’m thinking of is ‘Will she’ll come by?’
Like she did yesterday and the day before
Taking the shortcut path across the grass
To the restaurant where I think she goes
In her business attire, a woman’s pantsuit
With a man looking shirt, except sometimes
She will wear a conservative skirt

I wonder if she knows her sexy ass still shows
Wiggling, through the straight-cut of her suit
Her hair brushed down, in an old fashion way
She reminds of a Flapper, don’t know why
But that really turns me on!

I’ll bet a century ago, in nineteen-twenty
Everyone would have thought she was sexy

All last week she came by, I think, making a hint
Her smile is shy, but I'm sure, she wants to hook-up
Today, if she comes by, I’m going to ask her to stop
Get to know her, a nice conversation, a little small talk

Then I saw her on the shortcut, wiggling her butt
My heart skipped a beat, it was from lack of blood
Because it all went to my pants, making me hard
Her high heels, her suit, and her cute little feet

I said, ‘Excuse me; I’ve seen you go by, tell me your name.’
She didn’t tell me. She just sat down close on the bench
She put her hand on my leg and said, ‘Don’t speak.’

She ran her hand up to my bulge and undid my zipper
Her slender fingers making me harder, even thicker
How good she felt, my mind went racing, ‘We’re in public.
How can I get her ass out of that pantsuit, and fuck her?’
I started to say something, but she shook her head, ‘No.’
With her full red lips, she gave me a kiss, and leaned low

And when her lips touched my dick, ‘Oh, God how good she felt.’
She took me all in, bobbing around, a sword-swallower throat
She must have been telepathic, she knew all my sensitive spots
Her tongue was an acrobat, her lips a ballerina
And she didn’t even need to breathe

Then suddenly I thought, ‘I’m in the park,’ and I looked about
I could see cars on the street, but their not going to stop
There was an old man in the garden, but he'd never know
He was in the rows with a shovel, weeding the tomatoes

Someone could see us from the sidewalk….

But I soon lost that thought!
She was so gifted!
All I could think about, was the action of her mouth
As she expertly teased, every sensation, from all the nerves
Taking me in so deep, even my balls, were up against her teeth

Even though we were setting down, she managed to turn her face up
Her eyes looking at me, my bulge pushing her cheek
She looked so sexy, smiling with her eyes, because her mouth was so full
Once she saw my expression, filled with passion, overcome with excitement
She turned her head back down, and I knew she was intent to make me cum
Long wet strokes, up and down my entire length, to the back of her tongue

My breath was ragged, rapid, a burning volcanic pleasure straining to erupt
Then cum streamed into her mouth, and she swallowed what she could
She was hot, and she had me turned on, my balls gave everything they had
Making me dry, I filled her mouth, some trickled out, oozing down the side
She made little sexy gurgling sounds as she licked up that what was left

Then, suddenly, a noise near by, the rustling branches of the hedge
It looked like someone was watching, trying to see us through the leaves
Just above the hedge, where the top was cut, we could see cap of the Cop
He must have seen us peering back at the hedge, because the cap rose up

The Cop came around the corner of the gap, and his husky voice said to us

‘Good afternoon. I see you’re enjoying the sunny day.’ A double meaning there

A bead of sweat on his mustache, his face all red, and he had a leaf in his hair

‘Yes,’ she answered him so sweet, ‘This is one of the best days I’ve ever had.’

Surprised I looked at her, her voice was so calm, her meaner so cool
But then I noticed she had a little drool, a little left, wet on her face
And it looked like it was dripping, coming down on her chin a little bit
Scared, I looked at the Cop, it was plain, he could obviously see it too

But he just said, ‘I see you here a lot, maybe I’ll see you guys tomorrow.’

As he walked away, and only looked back, with a double entente

She took her hand and wiped up what was wet
And licked it off her finger
How could she be so cool
My heart was pounding, pumping, my adrenalin running
From the best head have I ever had

But also from my thought

‘We did get away, but actually we got caught.’

My voice was shaky, but I had to I ask

Why did she said, ‘This was the best day that she’d ever had.’

‘Well, I’ve always wanted to meet someone
And pleasure them right then
So what could be better?
Then to make my fantasy, a reality
On a such beautiful sunny day? ‘

Then she smiled, and I don’t know why
But her smile still looked shy
But not her words, they were bold, she said,
‘You will be here tomorrow.’

I admit I was shaken, still afraid,
So I asked her, ‘What about the Cop?’
She shrugged and just said

With that shy looking smile

‘I don’t know, maybe he likes to watch.
But I know that you want to fuck me.’
So it will be better
And I know it can’t hurt.’

Then that smile again

‘When I come by tomorrow,
I’ll have no panty's and I'll wear a skirt.’

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(The flow needs more work, but I don’t know if this experiential piece is worth messing with.Do people give helpful reviews on this site, or are most of the erotica readers not members or don’t bother to comment? Please comment on this experiment so I have some idea about if the style works at all.)

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