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The Park

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: Flightcrew737 Posted on: 17 Jun 2006 1 comments
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Its really hot at the moment. So I decide to treat myself to a little daring, something out of the ordinary. A thin cotton top and a short denim skirt over my pale green tanga panties. White socks and trainers and I am ready. I dont know what I will find, if anything, but already the anticipation is working and I feel my nipples brush the fabric of the t-shirt.A walk to to local park. As usual, groups of teenagers are hanging around, some smoking, some playing football, then I see two girls sitting a way from the others. They are obviously deep in conversation, but there is the odd touch, the odd stroke on the arm. It is enough.I walk to a patch of grass some way infront of them and I spread my planket on the ground. I have my back to them. I get out my bottle of water and my book and, lying on my tummy, I start to read. I know that my skirt barely conceals my panties when I lie like this. And it was a good idea to bring a drink bottle with a mirrored surface. I can see what they are doing. The girl on the right keeps looking away from her friend in my direction as they talk. Hmmm possibilities there. I shift position until my crotch is definately visible. I carry on reading, but I let my free hand go underneath me. For a moment, I do not touch myself. The fingers are there, but I want to see her reaction first. Excellent, she licks her lips, and even through the distortion of the bottle's surface, I can see twin points appear as her nipples become erect. Ahh, the friend is obvioulsy leaving. A peck on the cheek and she is gone. The other girl remains. Now, I let my legs spread and I touch, ever so lightly the material which is growing damp now, between my legs. I turn over and stand up.... I look directly at her.. about 16 or 17 I would say... I look to my right. There is the public lavatory. I look directly into her deep green eyes, and then walk off to the toilet. The few moments I stand in there alone are breathtaking. I open a cubicle door. For one terrible moment, I think she may not have picked up on the hint. But then, I see her. I walk into the cubicle and leave the door wide. She walks straight in. Our hands are all over each other. We are both wanton sluts. Her hand tugs at my t-shirt, tearing it slightly. Then her mouth is on mine and her hand is squeezing my breast. Under normal circumstances, too hard. But these are not normal circumstances. I find I enjoy the pain. Her hand is already in my panties and flicking my clit hard and fast. I drape my arms around her shoulders and urgently ride her hand.... two, three fingers enter me savagely. She finger fucks me like the end of the world is about to happen. It is rough, primal, savage. I feel the orgasm build deep in my gut. Then with violent outbursts of breath, I am cumming hard. Squeezing her fingers inside me and grinding my pussy on her hand. I subside.Then I push her back against the wall and drop to my knees. I tug her white cotton thong down and force my arms between her legs. She almost falls, but then with one foot on the toilet seat, I am at her. My GOD she is wet, her clit so erect it must be painful. I flick it with my tongue. Salty, very very salty. I dip my tongue into the well of her cunt... (yes, cunt... that is the word for this is not love making, this is more primal lust) I push a finger deep into myself and it emerges covered in my wetness... I push it deep into her ass as I tongue her.... there is a familiar taste here... sperm. She has fucked her boyfriend before comeing to the park. I eagerly swallow his cum from her cunt. I finger fuck her ass and then she cums... ohhh so gloriously, her ass squeezing my finger in regular contractions which force the rest of his cum into my mouth, She pulls my hair, pulls me tighter to her. FUCK this girl can cum. She groans, grunts like a rutting pig. Her final gift to me is a spurt of piss with her last contractions. I swallow it all. She stands there, leg on the toilet, panties torn from her and pulls me up to her. We kiss, now as lovers only can kiss. She brushes my sweaty hair from my eyes, she leans towards me and whispers "Merci, mon cher." Then she is gone. I look down, and pick up the torn thong she has left me as a tribute.Later tonight, I will use it well.