An afternoon in the park

"Darling, come. Let us sit down here. The park is so quiet now," Leslie said, patting the bench beside her. Her voice carried that low warmth that always made my pulse quicken. I slid closer. Her fingers slipped beneath the hem of my skirt almost at once, tracing a slow line up the inside of my thigh until they reached the heat already gathering there. The danger of being seen sharpened everything, the cool air, the distant path, the press of her palm. My breathing turned shallow as she eased two fingers inside me, working them in smooth, steady strokes while her thumb teased higher. She leaned in, her blonde hair brushing my cheek, and whispered for me to stay quiet even though she was making it difficult. We shifted until I was straddling her lap, skirt bunched at my waist. Leslie freed herself, the hard length of her pressing against my slick entrance. She guided me down, inch by inch, until I took her fully into my ass. The stretch stole my voice. I clung to her shoulders, rocking with small, careful motions while she gripped my hips and urged me deeper. Each slow rise and drop made the sunlight flicker through the leaves above us. When she slid a hand between us to rub my clit in tight circles, my thighs shook. The sound of distant voices only made her thrust harder. Soon she had me on my knees on the grass, face level with her glistening cock. I took her between my lips, tasting both of us, hollowing my cheeks as I bobbed. Leslie’s fingers tangled in my hair, guiding the rhythm until her breath caught. She pulled free just in time, stroking herself once, twice, and came in thick ropes across my lips and cheeks, the heat sliding down my chin. I licked what I could reach, swallowed the rest, heart still hammering from the risk we’d just taken in the middle of the empty afternoon park.