Typing away at her work computer, her head lifts as she hears her mobile phone ring. His voice on the other end makes her tingle in anticipation.
“Set for lunch?” he asks.
“Sure am – meet you at the park in the barbecue area, ten minutes,” she softly replies, glad he cannot see the look that crosses her face as she closes her phone. Swiveling the office chair around, she turns, looks across at the other girl in the office and says, “Am off to lunch now, will be back in an hour.”
Quickly grabbing her handbag, she ducks into the toilet. The door clicks shut behind her, and with a twist of her body,she locks it before placing her bag on the counter’s edge. Time is short. She quickly pulls her skirt up out of the way, bunching it up around her waist as she kicks her shoes off in one smooth motion. She grabs the waistband of her panty hose and knickers and pulls them down around her ankles, bending over to slip them off from around her feet. She sighs as she wiggles her toes on the cold tiles of the bathroom floor. Cool air flows around her, touching her bared legs, backside and pussy.
Straightening, she licks her lips and rummages through her bag, looking for the thigh-high stockings she stashed there earlier that morning. A glance in the mirror reveals mischief on her face, a cheeky glint in her eye, and a naughty grin on her lips.
She pulls the sexy, black stockings from the dark recesses of her bag and her fingers trace the soft, black lace that graces the tops. She sits down on the closed toilet seat, and crossing her legs, she slowly pulls one of the stockings up her left leg, careful so that her nails don’t snag the delicate material. She smoothes the silky material free of any creases or wrinkles. With each subtle shift of her body, bare skin rubs and shifts together, inspiring an ache low in her body. Her clit throbs in anticipation as heat begins to builds with a slow, delicious burn. Her private dance in the bathroom arouses her, and she mentally goes over the surprise she has planned for her lover, step by scrumptious step.
With one stocking on, she reaches for the second, catching a glimpse at her watch. She has dawdled too long. She rushes to pull the other stocking on before standing to check quickly in the mirror that they are on straight. Fiddling with the lace edges slightly, she looks once more in the mirror. She runs her hands down her sides, gathering the bunched skirt material at her waist and smoothing it down over her hips. As the material slides over her bare skin she shudders again, and the desire running through her body heats up another notch. Quickly, she takes her jacket off before reaching up under her shirt, fiddling with the catch of her bra, she unhooks it and tugs it down her right arm before doing the same to the other side. She bunches her bra, panties, and work stockings up in a ball before placing them in her bag. Grabbing her jacket and putting it back on, buttoning only a couple of the buttons to hide her braless state, she takes one final look in the mirror. She smiles with satisfaction at the knowledge that no one in the office will notice the quick changes she’s made. She slides her feet back into her shoes before unlocking the bathroom door.
She stops in the office kitchen for the large plastic container she had placed there that morning, secure in the knowledge that the contents have kept fresh for her lunchtime-date surprise.
She leaves the office, a sultry bounce in her step, and heads to the park. Walking along the edge of the road, she can feel the lace tops of her stockings rubbing against each other. She picks up speed; she hopes to have her little surprise set up before he arrives at the small, secluded meeting place. The soft material of her blouse rubs against her hardened nipples, causing them to tighten, and her thighs are now slightly damp.
She’s relieved to be the first one to the park. She does her prep work quickly, unraveling a soft, maroon tablecloth for the wooden table. No splinters, she thinks and smiles to herself. She opens up the plastic container to reveal the fragrant strawberries, and she pulls a bottle of chocolate sauce from her bag. She dips into the strawberries and pulls one out, biting into it. Her eyes close as a burst of juice escapes from the small fruit and runs slowly down the side of her mouth, humming softly she savors the juicy, sweet fruit.
She takes a step and the movement of her legs releases a sweet, musky smell. The combination of her arousal, the scent tof warm grass, and the sweetness of fresh strawberries makes for a tantalizing fragrance. Her body is humming with suppressed desire. She steps up onto the bench seat of the picnic table, and turning, she sits on the cloth-covered table.
She can’t help but reach up under her skirt and run her fingers, damp with the juice from the strawberry, through the slit at the apex of her thighs. She leans back, using one hand for support, her neck arches, and she gently begins to rub at her clit. Small puffs of air escape from her parted lips, her breasts rise and fall as her breathing increases, her hips rock against the hard wood of the table. The contrasting sensations set off an explosive chain reaction through her body as it begins to tighten; an orgasm builds with each pass of her fingers.
A branch snapping underfoot causes her to jolt, suddenly, with awareness. The knowledge that she is being watched races through her, and knowing that she had been caught masturbating in a public area causes a shudder to sliver down her spine. Her heavy-lidded eyes widen in surprise as she sees him standing there, watching her play with herself.
Her alarm turns to delight. Her gaze moves up and down his body leaning against a tree. He’swearing his work uniform. She sees the glimmer in his eye, the slight curl of his mouth. He’s holding a stick that he has broken in two; he purposefully startled her.
“Now that was just plain evil,” she says as her eyes drift further down his body to the hard cock tenting the zipper of his work-shorts. She looks into his eyes and her fingers resume their dance. She blushes when his eyes lock onto the apex of her thighs and the skirt rippling from the movement of her fingers.
He steps towards her and she spreads her legs wide, making room for him to kneel on the bench between them. Her skirt rides up, showing the tops of her thigh-high stockings.
“And you call me evil,” he mutters as he moves to sit down. His hands gently clasp her ankles, bringing them close against the side of his hips. He rubs her anklebones in soft circles. His right hand glides up the outside of her leg, stopping just below the lace. “What else have you got for me baby?” he asks in a rumbled murmur.
Her hand slips out from under her skirt to run along his lips. “Open and taste,” she whispers. He sucks her fingers in, his tongue lapping and swirling around them, catching every last drop of juice. Leaning forward she reaches between them, sliding her free hand down his chest to his hips before coming to rest lightly over his hard cock.
Curling her fingers around him, she softly strokes his cloth-covered cock, enjoying the hard shape of him through his clothes. He’s so hard, and she wants to feel him against her, in her, sliding in and out. Struggling to gain some semblance of self-control, she lifts her hand from his groin and tugs her fingers free from his mouth. She shifts on the bench and reaches for the bottle of chocolate. She pours it over the remaining strawberries. She catches a drop of escaped chocolate and licks it from the tip of her finger.
A groan escapes from deep within his chest. He drops his forehead onto the patch of skin showing between the v-neckline ofher shirt. Rubbing softly, he nestles his nose into her cleavage, smelling the fragrance of her perfume and arousal. She bends her head and whispers a set of instructions. A sharp intake of air is the only indication of his surprise. His body tightens painfully as his erection strains against the zipper of his pants. Nodding at him, she uses her hands to brace herself against the table, leaning back patiently, waiting to see if he will do as she asks.
His hands move to the button at the top of his pants. He hesitates before looking around, making sure there is no one there to see them. He quickly undoes the button and moves the zipper down, his cock springing visibly through the parting material.
Excitement flares in his eyes as he watches her sit up straight, her knees bending and flexing as she gracefully slides off the table onto his lap. The skirt bunches up with her movements, showing the creamy thigh above the lace of her stocking, but it isn’t enough to expose that wet part of her to his view. He grips the table edge and she settles above his cock, her wet pussy drenching the head as she wiggles into place. Her feet find a spot on the ground where she braces them. Holding herself over his erection, she uses a quick shimmy of her hips to lodge the hard, throbbing tip of his cock inside her, her inner muscles squeezing the head with gentle, teasing movements.
He spies the container that holds the chocolate-covered strawberries, and reaches for them. The slight movement causes her to gasp as he slides deeper into her heated body. He picks up a piece of fruit and brings it up to her mouth, sliding it between her lips, the action mimicking the movements of their bodies as she slides fully onto him. The action draws a hiss of air through his lips and her channel walls close tight around him, her body struggling to adjust to his size. A shudder racks them both, her hot, wet pussy clamping down around. Her pussy contracts and expands, clasping him within her sleek, wet heat. His neck arches and his head bows backwards.
“You are not to move,” she whispers to him.
He struggles against the urge to draw back and push his erection back up into her. She begins a small rocking of her hips.He wraps his arms around her, leaning in to lick the side of her neck before tracing a damp line up to her ear. Anyone looking at them would not know that he was buried balls-deep inside of her, instead they would see two lovers enjoying a private and tender moment, the outside world lost to them.
She changes her position slightly, changing the angle of his cock buried inside her. Her clit rubs up against his pubic bone. Every slight rock of her hips brings new sensations to her body and she quickly closes in on orgasm. He knows how close to the edge she is. She rises up slightly and twists a fraction as she slides back onto him, wanting to bring him to the same level of arousal. His teeth bite into her ear, his hands tighten against her back. He pulls her further against his hard body, her nipples so tight he can feel them through the layers of clothing. Tracing a line of kisses to her lips, he takes her mouth, knowing that he, too, is seconds away from coming. Her hips continue to rock, her walls pulse around him. She wants to cum, but cannot; he feels her struggle to reach that point.He grits his teeth and stalls his orgasm, allowing her to move on him even more wildly. Her hips jerk and stroke him.
If anyone were to see them now, there would be no question as to what they were doing. Desperation builds within her as does the urge to cum, and her need blankets them both. Breaking the kiss, he leans back and looks into her face, knowing that she needs more and that only with his help will she be able to cum. With a sharp movement of his hips, he pumps into her, lifting them both slightly off of the bench. Stroking into her from below, he says “Now,” and watches as she stiffens, ecstasy racing over her in a mind-blowing orgasm, triggering his own. With a muffled groan, he pumps his hot semen into her as she bites back a whimper of completion. His eyes close and his face tightens in agonized pleasure, his cum flowing deep into her, the continuous spasms flooding her with his warm, liquid heat. Feeling his cum spurt into her, splashing deep inside her womb, sets off yet another, softer orgasm. Her muscles contract in waves around him and she continues to ride him. Her thick cream coats his cock, and their combined juices run down his still hard shaft to cover his balls. With a final shudder, he releases one final splash of cum into her body.
Trying to gain control of her breathing, she kisses his lips. She looks at her watch and realizes that she has five minutes to get back to work. Her surprise causes her sated body to straighten,p pushing him deeper into her.
“What are you trying to do, kill me?” he laughs, his body responding to her again.
“No I have to go, I have to be back at work in five minutes,” she says.
“You’ll make it back, stop worrying,” he says. He looks around, sees they are still alone, and helps her off of his lap. He’s hard again as he looked around the area. He looks down, looks up into her eyes, and then steps up to her, pushing into her again. She opens her mouth to protest but he kisses her again, forcing her back. He fucks her on the table this time, not caring who is around to see. It’s quick and sweet, and he cums again.
Sated, his legs weak, he sits back down onto the bench seat, a goofy grin on his face. One last touch to his cheek and she’s off, wobbly-legged, on her way to work again. Shaking his head, he looks around him and realizes that she has forgotten all about the chocolate-covered strawberries she had bought for him. He buttons his shorts, grabs a strawberry and enjoys the sweet desert.
Originally published April, 2008