Public Sex in the Park

   
   
On my lunchtime break, 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  
I can see the sidewalk, and part of the street    
The people walking by, lost in their thoughts  
Except for the Cop, that's working his beat  
Just doing his job, looking around, checking it out  
He sometimes turns and looks at me, nods his head  
But doesn’t stop and never talks  
   
But today, these things are not on my mind  
What I’m thinking of is ‘Will she 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’ll be in 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, I don’t know why  
But it really turns me on!  
I’ll bet a century ago, in nineteen-twenty    
Everyone would’ve thought she was sexy  
   
All last week she walked by, I think making a hint  
Her smile is shy, but I'm sure, she wants to hook-up  
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, but 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    
With her sword-swallower throat!  
She had to be telepathic, she knew all my spots  
Her tongue was an acrobat, her lips a dancing like 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  
An old man in the garden, but he'd never know  
He was in the rows weeding 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 every nerve  
Taking me in so deep  
Even my balls, were against her teeth  
   
We were setting down, but she managed 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 full    
Once she saw my expression  
Filled with passion, overcome with excitement    
She turned her head back down    
And I knew her intention was to make me cum  
Long wet strokes, up and down my entire length  
All the way back, to the back of her tongue  
   
My breath was ragged, rapid,  
My volcanic burning pleasure was straining to erupt    
Then I streamed into her mouth,    
She swallowed what she could  
But she was so hot, and she had me so turned on,    
My balls gave everything they had!  
Making me dry, I filled her mouth, some trickled out,  
Oozing down the side  
She made such sexy little gurgling sounds    
As she licked up what she had missed  
   
Then, suddenly, a noise near by,    
The rustle of branches in the hedge  
It looked like someone was watching,    
Trying to see what we were doing, 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,  
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 manner 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,    
Sliding a bit    
Scared, I looked at the Cop, and it was plain, he obviously saw    
The sliding too  
   
But he just said to me, ‘I see you here a lot, maybe I’ll see you guys tomorrow.’  
   
As he walked away, and only looked back, with a double entendre  
   
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    
Not only from the best head have I ever had    
But also from the thought  
   
‘Well, we did get away, but actually we got caught.’  
   
My voice was shaky, but I had to I ask    
   
Why did she say what 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 sunny beautiful day?'  
   
Then she smiled, and I don’t know why  
But to me her face 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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