Passion In The Park

He walked up behind me and placed his hands on my hips.  His lips found the back of my neck, sending shivers up my spine.  

His breath was so hot he could have melted ice.  Instead he melted me.  My body flooded with sensation.  My loins flooded with passion.  Swelled with desire and anticipation.

I shouldn't be here.  It was wrong, but I wanted it so bad.  I didn't care.  I wanted him.  And here he was his hands on my body.  There was no turning back.

His hands moved from my hips and cupped my breasts.  My nipples flooded and responded to his touch.  My breath caught in my throat.  I couldn't stop the gasp that escaped me.   I forgot to breathe.

I could feel his hardness against my ass, pressing into me, wanting me as much as I wanted him.  He pulled me into him, pressing his hips into me, making me fully aware of his desire for me.  My body responded on its own, pressing back into him to meet his invitation. 

Leaving one hand on my breast, his other moved down my body, caressing my thigh, down to my knee and back up again.  Not stopping, he moved it inside, just brushing where my leg met my hip.  My pussy flooded with my desire, I felt the warmth spread thru my entire body.  I felt the wetness between my legs, my body responding and preparing itself for what was to come.

The park was nearly deserted.   A few souls lingering here and there, minding their own, unaware of the passion just feet away.  The thought of them seeing us was exciting all in its own.  It was mid afternoon, the sun was high, the humidity clung to our bodies like a sheet.  His breath only added to the already smoldering blaze burning in my body.

The hand caressing my leg moved inward, dipping slightly into my honey pot.  His fingers slid between my lips, finding my pool of desire.  He spread my juices over the mouth of my heaven, slipping up slightly to flick my already attentive clit.  I tensed at his touch, flames of desire spread thru my veins like a wildfire.  He knew the treasure he found and a moan escaped his throat in a carnal voice.  His hips pressed even harder into my backside.  Instinctively, I responded to his movement, grinding my ass into his already throbbing manhood.

In a one fluid movement he turned me around to face him, his lips never leaving me.  He devoured my mouth as if he were starving.  And I fed him my mouth, answering his tongue with mine.  We feasted on each other, tasting and devouring.   The intensity of our kiss was almost enough to send me over the edge.

My hands went to his pants, undoing his jeans taking seemed like forever.  His member sprang from his pants and I wrapped my hand around it, its heat burning my hand.  I felt its desire seeping from the head and I played with the moisture.  Bringing my fingers to my mouth I tasted him, the sweetest, most delectable flavor I have ever tasted.   And I wanted more.

I knelt before him, taking him into my mouth, just a bit at a time.  I played with the engorged head, slipping my mouth over it then drawing back, never taking all of him in.  I felt him swell with desire and ooze with anticipation.  His hips trusted towards my mouth, wanting so much more than I was willing to give him.  I barely took him into my mouth, savoring each lick, still not giving him what he so desired. 

 I left him at that.  I stood back up and the look of lust in his eyes was almost more than I could handle.  Shoving me up against the building we were hid behind, he raised me up.  He settled me on his thighs, resting me there, preparing to impale me with his weapon.  I could barely contain myself, waiting for what was to come.  I so loved that first entry.  It was my ultimate sweetness and I was dripping and so ready to accept him.

He moved a bit closer to me his arms on the wall supporting him, my weight resting on his rock hard thighs.  He gently lifted me up, and set himself into position.  All he had to do was let me drop onto him…………

It was all I could do not to scream out, and his mouth smothered my pleasure.  He dropped me onto him, entering me fully in one fluid motion.  I went limp on him, my body succumbing to all that he was giving me.  My arms wrapped around his neck, clinging to him for my life.   The waves washed over me and I lost all my strength and senses.  For a moment in time I belonged only to him, he controlled my very soul.

He began to move in me, lifting me as he needed me.  I quickly regained my composure and began moving with him.  Matching his pace, quickening, taking him deeper into me.   His cock filling me, my body expanding to accept his thickness.  He touched every inch of me, massaging my inner core, lighting fires with every stroke.  I could feel myself making that climb to ecstasy again. 

His breath in my face was fuel to my fire.  He smelled so good, his male scent was like a drug, and I couldn't get enough of him.  My mouth searched for his, my hands wrapped around his back pulling him into me, driving him deeper into my core.  I couldn't get him deep enough; my body craved what he offered me.  I wanted all of him.  I had to have it all.

I pressed him back and extracted myself from him.   My pussy dripped with my passion for him.   I took his hand and led him to a small clearing.  I wanted him to be able to take me completely, at his leisure, at his pleasure.

We dropped down onto the blanket I had placed there earlier, his body landing on mine, his weight a welcome pleasure.  He moved his body down mine, setting fires with his kisses.  My breasts reached for his mouth, begging to be engulfed.  Slowly he made his way down to my mound.  Without hesitation he moved onto my clit.  My body exploded without notice, my pussy pulsing and throbbing with the exquisite pleasure his mouth provided me.  Hips arching to meet his assault, which he intensified by lapping at my pussy with a hungry vengeance devouring the feast I served him.  

As my body calmed he moved back up to me, kissing me with his painted lips, sharing my sweet nectar with me.  I returned his kiss hungrily, reveling in the taste of myself on him, re-igniting the fire within me.

He re-entered me with a force I cannot explain.  He drilled into my very being with a passion I have never experienced.  He was barely able to control himself, and I met his every thrust with equal force.  I wanted him to explode with the very voraciousness that his body demanded.  

I was nearing that very same destination and I was determined that we reach it together.  His thrusts continued to pummel me, and I accepted them for everything he put into them.  I knew he was close, his breath quickening, his sweat beading on his body and dripping down onto me like rain.  I welcomed it like a sun drenched desert, soaking it up with a thirst I couldn't quench. 

He bucked into my body with fierceness, I knew it was just a matter of a few strokes for him and I could barely hold off myself.  He leaned into me, his mouth in my ear and he whispered "I am yours".

They were words that sent me reeling.  I came with a violence I have never felt before.  I belonged to him and him to me.  His body tensed, slowed, but didn't stop.   He rode out his waves ensuring  that we rode them together.  He convulsed into me, with everything his body could give me.  I could feel his manhood feeding me his seed, throbbing, pulsing.  This was beyond anything I have ever experienced.  He pumped into me with all he had, the sweat and passion pouring out of him like rivers and I drank it up.

To this day I do not know his name.  A stranger,  but I will never forget him, or that hot July day in the park, a memory burned in me forever.