Flashing in the Park
written by:
Jillbaby

FLASHING IN THE PARK

Copyright © - 2011 - by Jillbaby

UK readers please note that I have used U.S. spelling, as the vast majority of my readers are American.

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It was a lovely summer day, a Saturday, and I was feeling hornier than usual. The sun was beating down, so I decided to go to the park.

There is a large public park about half a mile from the flat where I lived at that time. Not having a garden, I often went there for a read and some sun. I love the feel of the sun on my pussy, even through a bikini, although I prefer when it's naked. I do have to be careful with the sun block though!

Before putting on my skimpy black bikini, I carefully applied plenty of sunscreen oil all over my naked body. The heat of the summer always makes me aroused very easily, and as I smoothed the oil into my breasts, the nipples rose hard and proud.

I chuckled as I realized that I was lingering over them a bit longer than necessary. Then when my hands finished doing my long legs, and reached my pussy. I wasn't surprised to feel my clit had hardened, as I rather unnecessarily stroked oil onto it - prolonging the pleasure.

An advantage of having a shaved pussy was that the oil was easily spread over my smooth hairless lips. It began to feel like a man's wet mouth sucking at me, and I gave a little shiver.

That part won't be seeing the sun I scolded myself, putting down the oil. Mind you, the way I was feeling - who could tell? As I basked in the warm sun streaming through the window, I suddenly felt really wicked.

I had to force myself to stop playing with myself and I pulled on the bikini top. My nipples were still tingling and looked as if they were going to burst through the thin material. The skimpy bottom slid up into my crack over my oiled ass, and nestled delightfully against my clit.

Then I hesitated. In my aroused state even the bikini material felt too restricting and coarse against my pussy and clit. On an impulse, I pulled it off and selected a flimsy white silk thong instead.

The cool silk gave a sensual feeling and felt much nicer against my aroused pussy lips and clit. I realized that I couldn't lie in public wearing that, so I put on a short pleated, white tennis skirt and a red T-shirt over my bikini top.

I chuckled, when a glance at the mirror showed that I looked like a cheerleader. The skirt was only a hand's width from the hem to the crease at my buttocks, and I knew that I would be giving a good show if I bent even slightly.

I put on my cork-soled sandals with wedge heels. They're comfortable for walking and the heels tighten my legs like stilettos.

I brushed back strands of my shoulder length auburn hair, which had stuck to the oil, and packed my shoulder bag with a towel, sun-block and the book I was currently reading.

It was very sexy, and I knew it would turn me on and make me even hornier that afternoon. I had recently parted from my latest boyfriend, and I didn't have a date that night to look forward to.

When I got down to the kitchen I decided to treat myself to a picnic. I poured a half-bottle of chilled white wine into a flask and took a couple of barbecued chicken legs from the fridge.

At the park, I went to my usual quiet spot beside some shrubs in the far corner, away from the popular areas. On the way, I passed a couple of young gardeners, stripped to the waist, working on a flower- bed. They looked fit and I eyed the muscles rippling on their tanned skin.

They had their heads down as I went by but when I glanced back I saw that they were staring at me, no doubt admiring my legs in the very short skirt. I gave my ass a little extra wiggle for their entertainment.

As the sun beat down, I slipped off my T-shirt and stretched out on my towel for a read. There was no one around so as I lay on my stomach, I drew up my skirt and spread my legs to let the sun onto my ass. Only the narrow strip of the thong between my buttocks protected the bulge of my pussy.

After about an hour, I sat up and enjoyed my snack. When I finished my wine, I felt a lovely glow of relaxed arousal. My clit was tingling nicely from sexy story.

I was lying on my stomach again and had reached a sexy part of my book, where the sexy heroine was enjoying a delightful fuck with three men. My pussy was in full flow, and when I reached down to ease away the gusset of my thong, I was tempted to play with myself. Glancing over my shoulder to check I was still alone, I pushed my right arm under me and slipped my fingers inside the thong.

When they found my tingling clit I quivered and dropped my book - to hell with reading - and concentrated on pleasuring myself. Everything was going perfectly and the warm sun on my pussy was so arousing.

As my excitement grew, I needed my fingers inside me. Bracing myself on one arm I raised my hips a fraction, drew up one leg and with a sigh of delight slid two fingers into my hot wetness up to the second knuckle.

As I turned my head slightly with the action, I glanced behind me, and froze with shock. The young gardeners I had passed earlier were now behind me.

They had obviously spotted me and had come up quietly to about ten yards away. They were lying on their stomachs staring between my legs.

Guiltily, I whipped my fingers free, closed my legs, and without turning, reached behind me to draw down my skirt, although that wouldn't make a lot of difference, if I parted my legs again.

I lay still, as if half-asleep, but my heart was thumping madly. My nipples swelled and my pussy creamed. I couldn't be sure if they had seen my fingers moving under my thong and I hoped that they just thought I was dozing, and had pulled down my skirt because of the sun.

Nothing happened for a few minutes, but I could hear faint whispering. At that time, I had started modeling and so had no concerns about nudity. But this wasn't happening in a studio.

Conflicting urges worked on me. I could sit up and outface the men, or even just go home. However I was still very horny despite my shock and I had been very close to cumming.

I've had exhibitionistic tendencies since my teens and suddenly the idea of being watched and desired by the young men swept aside away my embarrassment and simply increased my arousal.

I decided to stay and put on a show for them. What the hell; let them have a look.

I had only glimpsed them over my shoulder and I was pretty sure that they didn't realize I had spotted them. The sun was beating down on my almost naked body, I was feeling horny, and I had an audience. Everything was right for a spot of flashing.

Firstly, I stretched my arms as if awakening from a slumber and got onto my elbows. I took my make up mirror out of my bag and positioned it so that I could see the young guys behind me. Then, opening my book and pretending to read, I spread my legs a little.

I knew that with them being at ground level and the shortness of the tennis skirt, they would be able to see right up it. I wondered if the narrow white gusset of my thong looked damp - because it sure felt that way.

Every now and then I wriggled my ass a little, as if to get comfortable and watched their reaction in my mirror.

Like moths to a flame, the two men silently edged closer on their stomachs - clearly enjoying the view. I was now totally caught up in the excitement of the best flashing display I had managed for ages, my heart was racing and I was almost dizzy with arousal.

Exhibitionism must seem very strange to most people, but I believe that it is written into the DNA of every woman. They do it every day - in very, very mild forms of course; that little coy glance; that little tilt of the head and flutter of eyelashes. In fact we start showing off as children to attract attention.

Okay, that's a lot different from me flashing my thong - but hell, I need some excuse.

I decided to increase the pleasure of my voyeurs - and my own. I pressed my stomach to the towel and slid back slightly with my skirt trapped under me. The effect of course was to push my skirt up onto my buttocks so that most of my ass was on full view.

I spread my legs a little wider and tried to picture the view I was giving. The thong strap was just a thin strip running between my firm naked buttocks. It was drawn tightly over the bulge of my pussy and the outline of my swollen lips would be clearly visible from their close position.

I watched my mirror closely to see if they would have to adjust their position from the pressure on what I was sure would be bulging hardons. The sun on my pussy added to the sensual delight and my pulse was racing. When the soft breeze wafted over my damp lips, I shivered with pleasure.

Occasionally I moved my hips as I tried to rub my fully extended clit against the fabric of the thong. The men's expressions in my mirror were priceless.

I could see them nudging each other and whispering. I felt like a total slut and it was so exciting. The only thing I regretted was not being in a position to stroke my firm clit, which was screaming to be touched.

I was picturing how hard their cocks must be too, and I became even more aroused from just imagining what they would like to do to me. I built a masturbatory scenario in my mind - they were dragging me behind the shrubbery; gagging me with my sticky thong; one holding me down while the other stuck his throbbing cock into my slippery cunt.

They would be rubbing my breasts, and after the first one had emptied his load into me, the other one would ram into my sodden cunt. God I was getting so wet thinking of it and I could feel my thong getting damper and damper.

I snapped back to reality and the fact that despite my arousal, I was actually uncomfortable and stiff in my position. I had to move. With my arm over my eyes, as if to shield them from the glare of the sun, I put down my book and rolled over onto my back. As if still unaware of their presence, I drew up my knees, in the "fuck me" position and counted to twenty. Then I sat up abruptly and looked at them, as if in total surprise.

Gotcha, I grinned to myself, waiting for their reaction.

Trying to look shocked, I straightened my legs and pushed down my inadequate skirt. At first they both ducked their heads down as if embarrassed. By now, they were only about ten yards away, and must have been enjoying a wonderful view. Then after a few seconds, they looked up at me again.

One of them did look a bit embarrassed and guilty, but the other, a confident looking guy of about twenty, gave me a cheeky smile,

"Lovely day, isn't it?" He said calmly.

I almost burst into surprised laughter at his chutzpah, but I managed to limit it to a smile. That was cool after he had been gazing at my wet pussy for the past fifteen minutes or so.

I tried to exert some control,

"Shouldn't you guys be doing some work?" I asked.

"Oh, we've just finished for the day," replied the cheeky one.

Then his mate, still looking embarrassed, muttered,

"I'm off now Rob. I'll leave you to lock up the hut," and he got up and left hurriedly.

I noticed that he had his hand over his fly, no doubt to hide the bulge.

Totally unexpectedly, the other one came over and sat beside me.

"Hi . . . I'm Rob."

I was speechless; unsure how to cope with this unexpected development, and didn't give him my name in return.

Perfectly at ease, he started chatting and I found myself responding to his youthful charm. He was good looking with mischievous dark brown eyes and matching, neatly cropped hair, and was about my height. I began to form the suspicion that he made a habit of chatting up girls in the park.

He was naked to the waist so I could admire his tanned, and well- muscled chest and arms. After a while, as I fended off his questions about me, he sighed,

"Well I'd better lock up the hut, I suppose."

For some reason, I found myself saying with a smile,

"And what do you keep in the hut then?" As if that mattered . . .

"Oh, bits and pieces . . . but as a matter of fact I've got something that will interest you," Rob replied.

"I found it the other day. Why don't you come and see? The hut is just over there behind the shrubbery."

That's a new chat-up line, I thought. But I was horny and slightly tipsy from the wine and I was curious to see what his move would be. So I thought why not, let's see what he's up to.

I gathered up my things and, dressed in my bikini top and skirt, walked with him to the hut. He let me step in first, and I heard the door close behind him as he followed me.

The hut smelled musty and was gloomy after the sunlight. I put my sunglasses into my bag as the mixed aroma of grass cuttings and machinery oil filled my nostrils. As my eyes tried to adjust to the change of light, I started to look around me.

Suddenly Rob wrapped his arms around me from behind.

His strong, warm flesh felt very good around my bare waist.

"Steady now, what do you think you doing?" I protested, rather half-heartedly.

"Come on . . . I know you're up for it . . . playing with yourself in public . . ." he muttered in my ear.

Rob bent his head and started kissing and nuzzling my shoulders and neck with warm firm lips. As he held me tight with one arm pinning mine to my sides the other hand went to my bikini top.

In seconds he had pushed it up and cradled the firm suppleness of a breast. I drew in a deep hissing breath of arousal. My nipple, already erect with excitement, sent an arrow of delight straight to my clit.

As I quivered from the unexpected shock of pleasure I could smell the arousing odor of fresh male sweat, and feel his erection pressing against my ass.

A surge of desire swept through me. All the erotic, mental and physical pleasures I had been enjoying were building to a pressure point. The elements of danger and sexual adventure in this sordid, dingy hut were ingredients that I love.

Every so often I crave a spontaneous, anonymous fuck. If in semi-public, that's even better.

I was confident that I could get him to stop at any second, but the feeling of coercion added to the attraction. I swept all feelings of common sense aside. My sex-mad body was in charge again.

I made a feeble effort to break free, and then stood still submissively. He pushed me down to my hands and knees and I dropped my bag to the floor. Then with one of his arms still clutching me around the waist as he bent over me, his hand left my breast and I heard the hiss of his zipper being undone.

Again, I made a feeble wriggle of resistance, but my stomach was taut with desire, and my clit was throbbing almost painfully. This was similar to role plays I enjoyed or fantasized about; only this time it was real - and all the sweeter for that. I wanted to be taken and nailed. Why should I resist?

He knelt between my legs and I felt his cock probing against my ass, as he pulled my thong to one side. His fingers effortlessly found the base of my swollen lips, and eased them apart. He was good and must have done this a few times, I reckoned. Maybe I wasn't the only woman who got horny in the park and fancied a quick fuck.

I felt the hard head of his cock push against my wet opening. I knew that I shouldn't be doing this, but I felt as if I was in a dream -- a very sexy one. To my surprise, his cock didn't go in easily despite my wetness. I felt my cunt lips stretch as he pushed and I quickly realized that his cock must be thicker than average.

Then my inner lips yielded, and he slid deeply into me. He stretched his arms out to reach under my armpits, and grasped my dangling breasts. My nipples thrust gratefully into his hands. They were rougher than I was accustomed to - but that only added to the thrill of being taken and used.

In that position he had maximum leverage as he thrust back and forward - pulling me in to meet his strokes. I found myself settling into his rhythm; pushing back into him and feeling his firm belly bang my ass. This was raw, animalistic sex with no personal involvement - only two bodies seeking pleasure.

In my high state of arousal his cock was making me dizzy as it surged in and out relentlessly. I felt stretched and yet he wasn't hitting the top too often and I guessed that he was a bit on the short side. Anyway I wasn't complaining.

In his haste, Rob hadn't pulled down his trousers, and the rough material around his fly was brushing my clit as he pushed in to the hilt. I seemed to be in some kind of a trance as if this couldn't really be happening; except that I knew it was, and that it felt so fucking good. I wanted it to last forever, but expected him to cum very quickly as I surrendered to the wonderful friction deep inside me.

However, again he surprised me. I heard and felt the plop of his fat cock being released from the clinging grip of my cunt. He must have been nearly there, and wanted to prolong it.

He fondled my breasts a touch too firmly with his calloused hands, but in my voluptuous trance, it added to the pleasure. The roughness dragged on the stiff, rubbery nubs of my nipples and I felt delightful spasms in my clit. He kissed the back of my neck, with an open mouth through the tangle of my sweat soaked hair, while fondling and kneading my breasts.

He hadn't made any attempt to find my clit, so I reached down for the swollen nub, exposed by the drawn-aside thong, and gasped with pleasure at the contact.

We stayed like that for a moment or two, wordlessly, as he leaned over me playing with my flushed swollen breasts while I stroked my clit greedily, each of us intent on their own pleasure. My head hung low between my braced forearms, and above the other odors in the hut I could smell my heady arousal musk, as my juices trickled from my stretched slit.

Then, breathing heavily, he guided his cock in again. This time it slotted in effortlessly and I sighed with pleasure. I was still very aware of his girth, as my cunt walls stretched to accommodate his probing shaft.

As he panted into my ear and dripped sweat onto my shoulders, I again swayed back and forth to meet his steady, probing thrusts. He continued to squeeze my throbbing breasts, slippery with sweat, as he pulled me into him, and his hard, flat stomach felt so hard against my ass and back. I was vaguely aware of the discomfort of grit sticking into my bare knees, but that was nothing to the pleasure I was receiving.

As he settled down to a less frantic pace, he turned out to be a talker. Seizing on my submissive role, he whispered,

"You're enjoying that, aren't you . . .? You came into the park to be fucked didn't you . . .?

He didn't expect any replies and when I just groaned, he continued,

"Yes . . . take it, you slut . . . take all of it . . ."

And he thrust even harder as he spoke. Then he was silent again and I could hear the erotic sounds of his cock squelching in and out of the grip of my saturated pussy.

My pre-orgasmic pleasure built in rapid wavelets, each one better than the last, as my pussy contracted on the thrusts of his cock. But, frustratingly, I knew that I wouldn't cum properly without my clit being stimulated and I desperately wanted to stroke it.

Strangely, for someone so relaxed about sex as I am, I couldn't bring myself to do it with this stranger. Perhaps it was because I was enjoying the fantasy that I was a victim rather than a willing participant.

As my body trembled and the pleasure grew, Rob suddenly stopped fucking me although I didn't think that he had cum. Then, I jumped as he grunted loudly into my ear,

"I want to cum in your mouth."

That was no problem for me. I enjoy giving head and can never understand why some women object to it. I learned to swallow very early in my sex life, although deepthroating took a lot of practice to master. In any case, I suddenly wanted to see that thick cock, so I nodded agreement.

He eased his hard cock out yet again, got to his feet and came around in front of me where I knelt.

God, he was one of the thickest I had seen outside modeling and porn videos. It was only about five inches long, but so hard and erect that it seemed to be pressing back against his belly.

In the dim light, it glistened with my juices and the pulsing blue veins stood out against the dark skin. I have long fingers, but couldn't get them to meet around it as he brought it to my mouth.

The youthful erection was so stiff, that I could only ease it back a little way from his belly and he had to lean forward to bring it to level with my face.

I opened wide and tucking my tongue over my lower teeth to protect him, I closed my lips around the head. As it glided in over my tongue he tried, in his excitement, to push in too quickly and I had to hold him back with a hand on his stomach.

No way did I fancy deepthroating that; in any case I was pretty sure that he would cum quickly now. I tasted the tang of pre-cum and my own juices, as I slid my lips back and forwards along his shaft and drew back the slippery skin with my fingers.

Because of the thickness, it was difficult for me to rotate my tongue round it, in my usual way. So I licked hard along the underside as it slid in and out, and gripped it with my lips. As men usually do, he tangled his fingers in my hair and tried to thrust deeper, but I was able to hold him back.

I pulled the silky skin downwards to his pubes with my fingers, against the sucking action of my mouth, as my head bobbed steadily.

Of course, at his age, and with the excitement of the situation, he did cum quickly. I felt the familiar twitches, his belly tensed under my hand, and he gushed warmly into the back of my mouth, and flowed over my tongue.

I swallowed most of the smooth fluid, but as usual, some blended with my saliva and ran round my mouth. As I drew my head back and released his still erect cock, I let the residue of his cum dribble from my mouth over my chin, and drip onto the floor.

I staggered to my feet, and was suddenly aware that my knees were very sore, and that my legs felt weak and shaky. I wiped the stray drips of cum from my lips with my fingers and pulled down my bikini top, wincing slightly as it rubbed my now-tender nipples.

I was still very horny and sure that the fit young man would be ready for another round very soon, but I suddenly felt sober and guilty.

"I've got to go," I said, avoiding his eyes.

He was silent as he did up his fly, and tucked away his damp and still swollen cock, and I wondered what he was thinking. I only hoped that he didn't ask for my phone number. But he too, seemed a bit subdued.

After pulling my thong back into place across my sticky crotch, and pushing down my skirt, I picked up my bag and stepped towards the door.

Rob seemed to recover and followed me, as cocky as ever.

"That was great," he said. Can I see you again?"

For a second I was tempted. My embarrassment was tempered by lingering memories of the wonderful sexual excitement I had enjoyed, even although I hadn't cum.

I kept picturing in my mind how I had looked down between my legs and saw his thick stubby cock plunging into me; how I had reveled at being fucked by a man I had never met before, while kneeling on that dirty floor. I wondered how many other women had dripped their pussy juices on it before me. He was quite a charmer.

However, cold reality dawned, and deciding to let him down lightly,

"Who knows . . .? I like this park," I smiled.

I pulled on my T-shirt and walked off with as much dignity as I could muster, having just given the young stranger a fuck and a blowjob. However as usual I couldn't resist swinging my ass and peeping over my shoulder to make sure his eyes were following me. And of course they were.

As I left the park, I felt irritable. My head was throbbing and my mouth dry after the wine. I needed a pee and to top it all I was still very horny. I suddenly didn't relish the prospect of preparing a meal and remembered that there was a bar/restaurant just around the corner.

The problem was that I wasn't suitably dressed in my "cheerleader" outfit. At least there weren't any stains on the white tennis skirt, but even so, I was displaying a hell of a lot of leg for a bar.

Well why not, I thought. It was a summer afternoon and I knew that there would be quite a few casually dressed people there, who would have visited the park earlier.

As I decide to go there, I felt a quiver as the thought of some more flashing entered my wicked mind.

As an alternative to the restaurant, the premises offered a bistro type section where light snacks were available with bar-service drinks.

I went to the restroom first and when I sat down for a pee I saw that there was a tell-tale dark patch on the gusset of my white thong - the result of my earlier arousal plus the fact that my pussy had been streaming after Rob had fucked me. It was just as well that he hadn't cum in me. I cursed the fact that I hadn't brought a spare, but there was nothing I could do now.

So, after a quick wash and pee, I headed for the bar..

The room was spacious and airy with bright lighting. The seating was cafeteria style plastic tables of the kind that are bolted to the floor on a pillar with swivel stools, also permanently fixed. The customers were mostly of around my age and a mixture of couples and groups of men.

I knocked back a long cold vodka tonic at the bar and immediately felt better. The tables were mostly taken, but I managed to find a vacant one and put down my tray of sandwiches and a cold lager.

I became very aware that perched on the stool and with only the narrow support under the table to obscure the view, my legs were clearly visible from any table a few yards away. However a quick glance around showed only couples in the vicinity and nobody was showing much interest in me.

As I ate and drank, I began to feel better and propped up my book to continue reading the erotic story. Strangely enough fiction began to copy life.

In the story, the horny heroine had been swimming at a small deserted beach. When she came out of the water, there was still no one in sight. Loving the feel of the sun on her pussy, she had stretched out on a towel and daringly peeled off her bikini for a few minutes nude sun-bathing.

Suddenly a shadow fell over her face and she looked up to see four young men who had apparently appeared from behind a dune and were gazing down at her menacingly.

My own pussy was creaming nicely as I read and my earlier unsatisfied arousal was bubbling up again. I looked up from my book and noticed that a powerfully built young man had arrived quietly and was sitting at a table a few yards away. He was on his own and my eyes were drawn to how his curly, brown hair was tousled from the way he was running his fingers through it.

Then I saw that his eyes were focused on a point underneath my table. With a shock I realized that in my concentration on the story, my legs had parted and my thong-covered pussy was in full view from where he sat.

I snapped my knees together and as he looked up, our eyes met for long seconds. His brown eyes showed no embarrassment as he stared searchingly into mine. It crossed my mind that he could be thinking that I was flashing him.

Of course I immediately felt like doing that for real. I looked away, and finished my beer with a long nervous gulp. I lowered my head and pretended to read my book but peeped through my dangling hair at him.

Because of the angles of vision, I could also see under his table. Automatically my eyes went to the fly of his faded blue denim pants. From the bulge there, I reckoned that either he had a very big cock or more likely, a nice hardon. As if reading my mind, his tanned fingers went down to rest on the bulging outline on his upper thigh.

That set me off again into full flashing mode. It was just one of those days when sometimes I can't help myself.

I knew that he would want more excitement. That's how the thrill of flashing works; we feed on each other. My arousal comes from knowing how turned-on I'm making the man - a mutual enjoyment.

Half- turning on my stool to put my shoulder bag onto the floor, I parted my thighs in his line of vision. As I bent down under the table I had a hidden but perfect view. To my delight my observer wriggled and fiddled with the crotch of his jeans. I could clearly imagine his hard cock struggling for room.

When I surfaced above the table he was taking a long draught of his beer, as if for relief. I could feel fresh dampness at my pussy lips and wondered if he could make out my earlier arousal stain.

It felt as if my leaking had drawn the already narrow gusset into a mere strip of material and was becoming uncomfortable as my pussy lips swelled with arousal. I closed my legs again, as if unaware of the show I had been giving, and appeared to return to my book.

After a brief pause, I took the opportunity to move my legs apart again. As if deeply into my book, I gave a slight wriggle of my hips on the chair. It had the effect of pulling my thong even tighter against my pussy lips and I was sure that their bulging outlines would be very visible.

My stiff clit was also pressing against the damp material. The exhibitionist in me was revelling in the thought of the sensations that my watcher must be feeling.

Suddenly the vision of my encounter in the hut came to life: his hands on me, pulling me urgently into him; the white-hot feeling as he opened me, thrusting into my pussy in one swift stroke.

I shifted uncomfortably in my seat. The unsatisfied sexual hunger I had felt all day was growing now; the gnawing between my legs and in the pit of my stomach almost unbearable. I needed relief now - the time for playing games was over.

Almost against my will, I turned my head toward where the man had been sitting, and realized with a start that he was gone. I heard a voice, and gasped. He was standing right beside me.

"Hello," he said.

As I sat wordlessly, he reached out and touched my hand, which was gripping the table nervously. His touch was hot, electric, and my hand relaxed instinctively. To my shame, the shock brought a tiny whimper from my lips.

I found myself staring helplessly into his brown eyes as a smile started there and spread to his full lips. His index finger traced along the back of my hand, leaving a tingle in its wake.

Suddenly I, the temptress, had become the pursued. I had to force myself to whip my hand away, still at a loss as to what to say.

Usually men don't follow-up when I flash them in a seemingly accidental way, as no doubt they feel guilty about their peeping. But today I had received two pro-active responses.

Our silence was suddenly interrupted. A man, who had just approached, called out to my voyeur. He turned towards the newcomer, and with one last smouldering glance at me, walked back to his table where he was joined by his friend.

In confusion, I carefully pressed my knees together and lowered my head over my book. Again peeping through my hair I looked at the other table. I saw my watcher, whispering to his companion and nodding in my direction.

Oh fuck . . . I thought. This was getting out of hand. It was time that I went home and had a good play with my vibe. I was just bending to put my book away, when I saw Rob the gardener come in and walk to the bar.

God . . . it was all happening.

Hoping that he wouldn't see me, I rose to flee. However, suddenly realizing that I badly needed another pee, I skirted around the tables taking a long route away from the bar to the restroom.

The restroom was situated between the restaurant part of the building and the bistro, linked by corridors from each side.

It was late afternoon and most diners had gone, so I had the restroom to myself. I emptied my bladder and found that by now, the damp gusset of my flimsy thong was very uncomfortable. I hesitated about taking it off, but reasoning that I would be okay on the short walk home, I popped it into my shoulder bag.

My pulse was still fast and my arousal bubbling, but I restricted myself to only a few strokes of my pussy, and looked forward to the pleasures of my dildo at home.

I had to use the exit from the bistro, so started back in that direction. I pushed through the first door into the corridor and found my way barred by a man.

It was my voyeur.

"I've been waiting for you . . ." he whispered confidently. "I think you're looking for some fun . . ."

He looked different in the dim light from the overhead neon strip. It cast shadows, down his face, accentuating his cheekbones and lips. All traces of a smile were gone, replaced now by a look of unconcealed hunger.

I felt adrift and powerless with an overwhelming sense of déjà vu, as for the second time that day, a stranger's arms went around my waist.

I willingly bent my head back as he pulled me to him and sought my lips. The kiss was electrifying -- burning; I felt my lips part to receive his, the warmth of his breath, and just the barest hint of tongue. At once, the smoldering horniness in my mind and between my legs burst into flame. I wrapped my arms around his neck, hungrily trying to drink him in. His hands slid up my back, and our tongues wrestled.

In our excitement we both made muffled moans and I felt my hips undulating reflexively against the line of his erection, and couldn't stop - I didn't want to. His hand slid up my thigh and I parted my feet. When his searching fingers found my naked slick pussy, his gasp was loud in my ear.

His finger penetrated me and I shuddered as my pussy gratefully clamped around it. In the excitement of the encounter I swayed my hips to fuck the long finger. Then a sound made me open my eyes and I looked over his shoulder. The door at the other end of the corridor had swung open and a man was striding towards us. I recognized my voyeur's companion.

I grabbed the hand at my pussy and tried to pull it away, hissing that someone was approaching. He looked over his shoulder and chuckled,

"Don't worry it's only my pal coming to join in."

Suddenly, I didn't like the way it was happening,

"No . . . no . . . that's enough . . . let me go."

I was pinned against the wall, with a finger in my pussy as the other man reached us.

This was too much - cold reality flooded my brain to drown my lust. I don't mind reluctant sex, if the men involved appeal to me and the circumstances are right. But this felt wrong. I didn't like the way it was going, even although I knew I had brought it on myself.

"No . . . fuck off . . . that's enough," I shouted breathlessly.

"Don't be like that . . ." he growled. "I know that you're up for it . . . don't go coy on us now."

"No!" I repeated, "Leave me alone."

I tried to struggle free but the other man had grabbed both my wrists. Then a familiar voice rang out,

"Hey . . . what's going on there . . ."

I couldn't believe it - it was Rob standing at the end of the corridor.

Despite my predicament, I almost laughed hysterically. This was too much like a story about a damsel in distress. All Rob needed was a white charger to ride to my rescue. What a crazy day, I marveled.

The men holding me froze. I broke free and on very shaky legs I almost ran to my rescuer. Rob put an arm around my shoulder and took me out to the car park.

"Have you been flashing again," he asked with a cheeky grin.

I felt too embarrassed to reply and he continued,

"I saw you slipping out you know. Fortunately for you, I heard those two muttering about you at the bar before they followed you."

He looked down worriedly at me,

"Seriously . . . are you okay?"

I had recovered from the surprise and had been in much worse scrapes in previous risky adventures. I smiled, rather shamefacedly,

"Yeah . . . I'm fine thanks . . ."

Rob explained that he usually went there for a drink after he had signed off at the park office. He gave me his hard-to-resist boyish smile,

"You look a bit shaken . . . let me give you a lift home," he offered, indicating a small van nearby.

I hesitated. I had no intention of letting him know where I lived, nice though he seemed. The incident with the men had done more to arouse than frighten me and I considered my options. He had helped me but still owed me an orgasm. Quite frankly, as men like to put it, I was gagging for it.

"Well maybe a bit of fresh air might do me good," I lied.

"Do you know a quiet spot in the park?" I asked, while thinking: do bears shit in the woods?

"Sure, I do," Rob replied eagerly, leading me to his van.

As I climbed in to the passenger seat, I instinctively tried to hold down my tiny tennis skirt, but realizing the illogicality, I allowed it to slip back to the top of my thighs. He gave my legs an appreciative glance as we started out for the short journey.

He drove past the main entrance and went around to what seemed to be a gate for service vehicles. He hopped out to unlock it and then drove a little way down a gravel track to some sheds.

After producing a picnic-type blanket from the van, he led me through some shrubbery to a small grassy space. Once again I was sure that Rob did this a lot. Through the foliage, I could see the park stretching out before me with people seated not very far away.

The young man was suddenly treating me very respectfully and there was a moment of embarrassing silence as he spread the blanket, almost as if we were on a date, instead of arranging a quick fuck. I almost had second thoughts about what I was doing, but my need was too great. My naked pussy was churning steadily as it enjoyed the caresses of a warm breeze up my tiny skirt.

"Okay . . . let's do it," I grinned encouragingly.

I whipped off my T-shirt and spread myself invitingly on the grass in my black bikini top and white tennis skirt.

Rob lay down beside me and gently kissed my neck, as his hands smoothed over my bare thighs. As his kisses ran over my belly he eased my top up over my breasts to let them spring free. Immediately he began to explore them with his hands and as my pointed nipples sprang into life, he moved his mouth to suckle them.

This was so different from our first wild fuck, and he seemed to be pretty skilled. My body began to tune in as my nipples tingled and pulsed. He trapped one between his teeth, gently nibbling, while running his hands over my breasts, squeezing and fondling them.

I admired his will-power in delaying a plunge for my pussy which is what most men of his age would have done, and I ran my fingers through his short hair to encourage him.

His mouth moved back to my stomach, and he tongued my belly button as if it was my pussy, first circling and then pushing inside. Then at last he pushed my skirt up around my waist and gazed down at my naked pussy. I could feel the heat of his breath on my stomach, and then on the insides my thighs; my clit quivered in anticipation as he hovered above me.

The early evening sun was warm on my skin, and it was deadly quiet except for the light breeze rustling the tall willow bushes above us. I could hear my labored breathing as my excitement soared. I couldn't wait to have that hard young cock in me again.

I watched keenly as he quickly stripped naked. The whiteness of his body beneath his waist was in contrast to his tanned upper body. However, I wasn't complaining, as once again I admired his thick, erect cock swaying against his hard belly as he lay down beside me.

I'm sure that my flowing wetness must have impressed him as he slowly pushed two fingers deep into me and the other hand stroked my inner thighs and teased around my asshole. Yes for a young man, Rob was a patient lover.

When his hooked fingers stroked around my G-spot area, I squeezed them with my pussy muscles to encourage him. Then the tempo quickened as if he wanted to taste again the excitement of when he seized me in the hut. He moved between my splayed legs, grabbed both my wrists and pinned them down beside my hips as if I was resisting - which of course I wasn't. His head went down between my thighs and I shuddered as he licked and sucked at my pussy.

Suddenly I became impatient and a wave of frustration washed over me. I enjoy a degree of submission in role play but felt that I had enough of being pushed about for one day.

Rob was too strong for me to be able to free my wrists, but I had my legs, toned by daily Pilates exercises and jogging. I wrapped my thighs around his neck, crossed my ankles and tilted my hips, trapping his face against my pussy.

Taken by surprise, Rob instinctively loosened his grip on my wrists and I pulled them free. Bracing myself on an elbow and hip, I rolled my body to the side dragging at his neck with my legs, like a wrestling hold. Of course, with the pressure on his neck, he rolled with me, his hands on my thighs. In seconds the astonished young man was flat on his back with me kneeling over him.

Supported on straight arms I smiled down at his handsome face,

"I want that cock inside me," I hissed, and slid down his unresisting body into the facing cowgirl position.

Reaching behind me I grabbed his stiff cock. Carefully positioning the thick shaft, I guided it smoothly into my wet and willing pussy. Slowly impaling myself, I flexed my thighs and let myself drop gradually onto him, my knees on each side of his chest.

The feel of him penetrating deeply was wonderful - what I had needed for hours. I tilted my head to the blue sky and groaned with pleasure as my pussy molded itself to the firm flesh for the second time that day.

On an impulse, I leaned forward and kissed him hard on the lips for a moment. Then I pushed down with my hands, raising my hips until only the big head of his cock was gripped by my pussy ring. Then, watching his face I let myself plunge back down, taking all of him in, before proceeding to ride him hard. The look of surprise on his face turned to one of pleasure. I guessed that not many of his conquests took the initiative like that.

Rob quickly adapted and began moving his hips to my rhythm, meeting me stroke for stroke. His hands grasped my waist and lifted me slightly before allowing me to thrust him into my hot clinging cunt again and again.

I settled into a rocking motion, lifting and dropping myself to a sensuous rhythm my eyes tightly shut as I concentrated on my pleasure. Every few strokes, I would slow down and contract my vaginal muscles, giving his cock an encouraging squeeze. Rob reached up to take a breast in each hand and began to fondle them as I swayed above him. My clit quivered in appreciation as sparks of pleasure arced down from my nipples.

I braced myself on one hand, taking my weight with my knees and thighs, and began to finger my swollen, demanding nub with my free hand as I rose up and down. My arousal which had been nagging away all day burst into full flow and I began to fuck him wildly, while my hand was a blur as I stroked my clit.

However, just as I was on the verge of my orgasm, Rob decided to take control again. He drew up his knees braced his feet and with his arms around my waist, rolled me over onto my back, with his cock still locked inside me. His powerful, dominating action aroused me to a frenzy. My legs went around his waist, to pull him in to me and I whispered,

"That's it . . . go on fuck me . . . fuck me hard . . . fuck me . . ."

Rob responded by really hammering into me, and I groaned with joy,

"That's it . . . deeper . . . deeper . . . give it to me."

"Here . . . take it . . . take it all . . . you little slut," Rob panted into my ear as he fucked me senseless, his thick cock reaming every inch of my greedy cunt.

We had totally lost any awareness that we were fucking in a public park, not many yards from picnickers.

I couldn't believe it when I realized that I was going to cum without my clit being stroked. Rob's unusually thick bushy pubes seemed to be rubbing my fully distended clit when his cock bottomed out in me. Almost delirious with pent-up lust, I arched my back, gripped his narrow waist with my legs and swung up to mesh against his pubic bone. My arms were around his neck as I pulled up against his fit, pounding body; . . . my climax so near . . . so near.

Rob beat me to it - my wild responses probably pushing him over the edge,

"Ohh fuck yes! Ohh fucking hell . . ." he grunted.

The fierce jets of his hot semen were all I needed to finish me,

"OHHHHH . . ." the wail was forced from me as he held me fully impaled and emptied hotly against my cervix.

My body went rigid as at last, the orgasm swept through me. I clung to him, my nails sinking into the flesh of his shoulders as I twisted and writhed on his thick cock. Desperate for my convulsing cunt to wring the last drops of pleasure from him, I actually lifted myself off the blanket, with my arms and legs clinging to the support of his strong body.

No doubt he was shaken by my strident screams of triumph as a wave of relief surged up my spine. I wondered afterwards how many people looked towards the thicket and wondered what the noise was. But at that moment, I couldn't have cared less.

At last, the climax passed and my body went limp. I released Rob, and flopped back onto the blanket, feeling his cock slip out. As my cheek pressed into the material I was laying on, I detected a whiff of old sex emissions, and wondered how many women he had fucked on it. I only hoped that they had all enjoyed themselves as much as I had. I giggled at the thought that I was adding the semen from my oozing pussy to his fuck blanket.

As Rob dressed, he seemed to be watching me carefully for my reaction, but neither of us said anything. After I had eased down my bikini top from around my throat, I pulled on my top and skirt. There was no point in putting on the stained, damp thong.

I turned my back modestly and wiped my pussy with a tissue, stuffing another inside to stop the flow. That would last me until I got home. With a smile, I turned down Rob's invitation to go for a drink and also his offer of a lift home. I had enjoyed enough excitement for one day.

"I'll enjoy the walk back through the park," I told him.

I gave him my best charming smile, kissed him on the cheek and set off through the shrubbery into the park. I tried to stride confidently but had to slow down as my legs were shaky and my pussy was aching. I looked back and received a cheery wave as he watched my progress. I would have to avoid this park for a while I thought ruefully. I didn't want to appear too easy.

But then I grinned. Now I knew where to obtain a nice uncomplicated fuck only a short walk from home. Can't be bad!

Well in the summer anyway!