The parking lot at the park was large enough for six cars. It was gravel and outlined with landscaping timbers. Three picnic tables dotted the park, and four walking trails led you to an outdoor adventure.
It was a short walk from the car to the stream. It was only a few inches deep, but you could see the bottom; it was so clear. Also, tiny fish swam along the bottom; their destination was unknown.
You could sit on the bank with your feet in the cool water or just sit in the water. As for the facilities, you should be up on your botany or at least be able to recognize poison ivy.
When Gwen got out of the car, she just stopped. She looked skyward with her eyes closed. She took a deep breath, then exhaled slowly. She put her arms around her as if she were hugging everything in the park.
I was standing by the car when she turned to me. Her expression was so peaceful, her smile so tender and loving. She walked over to me and softly kissed me.
“I don’t know how I can ever repay you, Pat. I have wished, prayed, and dreamed of coming here. My ex bringing me here? Not a chance. Work was all he cared about.
When it came to sex, it wasn’t love. He fucked me and let me clean up his mess. Hell, he left his towel on the floor after a shower, asshole.
That’s why it was so, so shocking to me when you said I could do anything I wanted. I fantasized that I could be with a man. He would make tender love to me, and I could do things that turned me on. Nothing until Friday night, and you.”
Watching her expression and the tone of her voice, I realized she was a very lonely woman. It made me sad.
“Anyway, that’s my sob story, and this is not going to be a pity party. Open up and get to the goodies.” She was “happy” again.
So I pulled down her top. Gwen giggled, grabbed my head, and shoved her tits in my face. I fondled and sucked her tits for a very short time.
I kissed her lips and patted her ass. I opened the back of the SUV and got the party.
Gwen took the blanket and put it on the ground. I brought the cooler, then went back for the picnic basket and the bag for our trash.
Gwen was busy setting things up for us. I asked if I could help. She looked at me and said in a serious tone, “I prepare things and wait on my man. I am here to please my man and be available whenever he wants me.” She went back to it.
She sat down, her legs to her side. I don’t know how girls can sit like that without falling over. She had everything within her reach. She opened the cooler and pulled out two beers. She opened one and handed it to me. Then she opened hers.
“Music, maestro, please?” Her voice was calm and sexy. It fit her expression and the way she had pulled down the top of her dress – just enough.
I downloaded some music on my phone from an app. I looked through the library and found music I thought would fit the occasion. It was soft, quiet instrumentals you could tap your foot to. I played the first song, and Gwen nodded her approval.
“Pat, do you like to have sex? No, wait, I take that back, you don’t fuck or have sex. Do you like to make love with music in the background?”
“Gwen, that was the most wonderful compliment I have ever gotten. Thank you so much for saying that.”
“It’s the truth. I’ve never felt like a real woman until you made love to me, Pat. I will cherish it forever.”
We talked about our private lives. Some things you would never tell anyone. I admit I have trouble with a relationship. I couldn’t give her a real reason, because I didn’t know. When she asked me if I dated, I said I had. But after three or four dates, I wasn’t happy. I made sure she knew it was not the woman’s fault. It was me.
She married after a two-month courtship. She said they had sex once before the wedding. On her wedding night, he got on and got off, as she put it. Her expression was so sad.
“Pat, be honest with me. You have always been in our short time. Will we be able to get together again? I mean more than once more, um, like in the future?” Her expression and her tone were almost a combination of begging and fear.
“Gwendolyn, I promise this will NOT be our last time together. You are so much fun to be with, and you are a very loving woman. I wouldn’t insult you with just a one-weekend tryst.”
She smiled, inhaled deeply, then slowly exhaled.
“I was scared.”
“Don’t be.” I leaned over to her, and we kissed.
When our lips parted, the look of love was so deep in her eyes. It went straight to the middle of my heart.
Our afternoon continued with more conversation and laughter. She seemed so at ease. In my mind, I wondered if I was doing the right thing by her. She knew this was going to be for fun and not a date, per se. But it bothered me.
Our privacy was interrupted by a distant roll of thunder. I looked up and saw it was getting a little dark. I looked at Gwen, and she didn’t look happy.
“I’m afraid of storms, Pat. I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry, sweetheart. I’m here with you, and I will protect you.”
“I know, but still. I guess we should pick things up.” Another roll of thunder settled that question.
We loaded up the cooler with our appetizers and beer. I put the trash in the bag, then helped Gwen fold the blanket. The thunder was getting closer.
I put our things on the ground behind the car. I took the blanket from Gwen and laid it out in the back of the car.
“What are you doing?” She giggled.
“We’ll have our picnic in here, and screw the storm.” I continued to load up the rest of our things into the back of the car. When I finished, I turned to look at Gwen. She was naked except for her tennis shoes.
“Maybe this would take my mind off the storm.” Her cheeks were bright red.
“It sure as hell worked for me.” I took off my clothes and took Gwen by her hand.
I opened the back door of the car as a roll of thunder helped Gwen into the back seat. I got n behind her and closed the door. She was kneeling, trying to fold her dress. I grabbed her hips and licked her little brown star. She sat down quickly.
“Whoa, Patrick, you little sneak. But it felt good.” She got on all fours again.
I licked her little ass and as much of her pussy as I could. The thunder was closer, but neither of us cared.
“Baby, I wanna suck him. Please.” Gwen was breathing a little heavier.
I sat down in the seat and helped her to turn around as best I could. She stopped as a flash of lightning caught her attention for a second. Gwen was too intent on my cock.
Her hot little ass was sticking up as she sucked my cock. I reached under her and rubbed her wet pussy.
“Ummm, ung, do that,” she whispered.
I played with her pussy for a while. When I slipped a finger into her, Gwen groaned and pushed back on my finger. She held my cock and looked up at me.
“You know you’re gonna make me cum.” She kissed my chest and stroked my cock.
“Should I use two? I don’t have yours to help me.” I said as seductively as I could.
“Oooo God, yes,” and she went back to sucking my cock.
I thought I’d press my luck and try to slip one into her tight opening. When I did, she pushed my hand away and put my two fingers into her pussy.
Mother Nature was getting much busier and noisier. We didn’t care. She was sucking my cock, and I had three fingers in her wet pussy.
Gwen looked at me as she pumped my cock.
“I want your dick in me. Put him in me, please. I want to feel that hard dick pumping me.”’
Carefully, we moved around so she would be on her back. I got on top of her. When I did, my cock didn’t need a guide. It slid into her warm pussy with ease.
“Oh, damn, Pat, your dick feels so good.” I was sliding my cock in and out of her. I pull out just enough to leave the tip in, then slide it deep into her.
I squeezed her tits and rolled her nipples between my fingers. Gwen groaned and started to pant.
“Do me like that. Oh, that’s perfect, baby. I’m gonna cum, I’m gon-uuung,” Her pussy squirted her warm cum on my cock as I was pulling out. When I pushed it back in, her pussy juice had covered it.
Her squirming body mixed with her squirting pussy made me insane. My cock blasted the first load of cum into pussy. Gwen felt the hot, thick cum and whimpered, “All of it, I want all of it.” Her voice staggered with her heavy breathing.
She held my face against her tit and moaned as my tongue circled her nipple. I continued loading her pussy with my cum, and she showered me with hers. Her legs were wrapped around me, and she pushed my ass with every thrust into her.
Our bodies were covered in sweat, and we were panting and pounding on each other. I shoved my cock into her one last time and held it there. I was squeezing the last drops of cum from my balls.
“Don’t take it out, no, don’t. I don’t want to let him go.” She whimpered and held me with her hands. She didn’t want me to back out.
“Baby, you feel so good. I love how she wraps herself around it.”
“I have never felt so much like a woman as you make me feel, Pat. I don’t want to lose how you have made me feel right now.” The thunder crashed, and the lightning flashed all around us.
We were still locked together as the storm raged. Our passion and raw desire shut the storm and its fury out of our lives.
After a while, my cock went limp. It slipped from her pussy, no matter how hard she tried to keep it in her. She sighed heavily as it slipped from her and came to rest against her cum filled pussy.
“I still have some of you to keep,” Gwen whispered. Her voice was sad.
I looked into her eyes, then kissed her. She whimpered as our lips lingered together.
Slowly, we got untangled. I took her in my arms and held her as tightly as I could. Like her, I didn’t want this to end, but we knew it would.
I moved so she could dress. I stopped her and gently kissed her tits.
“That wasn’t goodbye. That was just for now.” She grabbed my face and pressed her lips against mine.
“I believe you. Thank you for reminding me that I am a woman, and I am special to someone.” I dressed. It was still raining, so we climbed over the seats. That was a trick.
I went first, then helped Gwen over the seat. She was straddling the seat when she stopped and looked at me.
“It ain’t you.” Her tone was serious, then she started to giggle.
When she got in the front seat, we headed for my apartment. It was a quiet ride home.
At the apartment, she put her clothes in her car.
“Aren’t you going to spend the night. It’s only Saturday.”
“No, even though I want to. I go to Church on Sundays. I am going to be thankful for a man who loves me, and I love as well. I am going to pray for our next time together. Mostly, I’m going to pray for you. You wonderful, wonderful man.”
We kissed once more. I helped her in her car. She started it and drove off. I stood there feeling alone and depressed.
I went to the bar to drown my feelings.
To be continued
