Her lunch in the park

Her Lunch in the Park


On my lunchtime break, my daily retreat
One hour a day, five times a week
Across form the garden, in the community park
Lunch on the bench, away from the race
Out of the office, an escape from the geeks

A place in the trees, by the gap in the hedge
I can see the sidewalk, and part of the street
The people walking by, lost in their thoughts
Except for the Cop, that's working his beat
Doing his job, looking around, checking it out
He sometimes turns and looks, nods his head
But he never stops and doesn't talk

But today, this is not on my mind
What I'm thinking is 'Will she come by?'
Like she did yesterday and the day before
Taking the shortcut path across the grass
To the restaurant, where I think she goes
In her business attire, a woman's pantsuit
With a man looking shirt, except sometimes
She'll be in a conservative skirt

I wonder if she knows, her sexy ass still shows
Wiggling through the straight-cut of her suit
Her hair brushed down, in an old fashion way
She reminds of a Flapper, I don't know why
But that really turns me on!

I'll bet a century ago, in nineteen-twenty
Everyone would've thought she was sexy

All last week she walked by, making a hint
Her smile is shy, but I think, she might hook-up
If she comes by, I'm going to ask her to stop
Get to know her, a little conversation, nice small talk

Then I saw her on the shortcut, wiggling her butt
My heart skipped a beat, from lack of blood
It all went to my pants, making me hard
Her high heels, her suit, and her cute little feet

I said, "Excuse me; I've seen you go by, tell me your name."
She didn't tell me. She just sat down, close on the bench
She put her hand on my leg and said, "Don't speak."

She ran her hand up my bulge and undid my zipper
Her slender fingers making me harder, even thicker
How good she felt, my mind's racing, We're in public.
How can I get her ass out of that pantsuit, and fuck her?
I started to say something, but she shook her head, "No."
With her full red lips, she gave me a kiss, and leaned low

And when her lips touched my dick, Oh, God how good she felt.
She took me all in, bobbing around
With a sword-swallower's throat!
She had to be telepathic, she knew all my spots
Her tongue was an acrobat, her lips danced like a ballerina
And she didn't even have to breathe!

Then suddenly I thought, I'm in the park!
And I looked about
I could see cars on the street,
But their not going to stop
An old man in the garden,
He'd never know
He was in the rows weeding tomatoes

Someone could see us from the sidewalk....

She was so gifted I soon lost that thought!
All I could think was the action of her mouth
As she teased, every sensation, every nerve
Taking me in deep
Even my balls were against her teeth

We were setting down, but she managed her face up
Her eyes looking at me,
My bulge pushing her cheek
Looking so sexy,
Smiling with her eyes, because her mouth was full
When she saw my expression
Filled with passion, overcome with excitement
She turned her head back down
And I knew her intent was to make me cum
Long wet strokes, up and down the length
All the way to the back of her tongue

My breath was ragged, rapid,
A volcanic pleasure straining to erupt
Then cum streamed into her mouth,
She swallowed what she could
But she was hot, and she had me so turned on,
My balls gave all they had!
Making me dry, filling her mouth, some trickled out,
Oozing down the side
With a sexy little gurgling sound
She licked up what she had missed

Then suddenly, a noise near by,
The rustle of leaves in the hedge
Someone was watching,
Trying to see what was happening
Just above the hedge, where the top was cut,
We could see cap of the Cop
He must have seen us looking back at the hedge,
Because the cap rose up

The Cop came around the corner of the gap,
And his husky voice said,

"Good afternoon. I see you're enjoying a sunny day."
A double meaning there

A bead of sweat on his mustache, his face all red
He had a leaf in his hair

"Yes," she answered him so sweet,
"This is the best day I've ever had."

Surprised I looked at her,
Her voice so calm,
Her manner so cool
But then I noticed she had a little drool,
a little left, wet on her face
And it was sliding a bit
Dripping down her chin

Scared, I looked at the Cop, and it was plain,
Obviously saw cum on her face

He looked at me and said,
"You're here a lot, maybe you'll come tomorrow."

As he walked away, he looked back, a double entendre.

She took her hand
Wiping up what was wet
Licking her finger
How could she be so cool?
My heart was pounding, pumping,
my adrenaline running
Not only from the best head
But also from the thought
We did get away,
But actually we got caught.

My voice was shaky, but I had to I ask her

"Why did she say,
This was the best day that she'd ever had?"

'Well, I've always wanted to meet someone
And pleasure them right away.
So what could be better,
Then to make a fantasy, my reality
On a sunny day?"

Then she smiled, and I don't know why
Her face still looked shy
But not her words, they were bold,
She said, "You will be here tomorrow."

I admit I was shaken, still afraid,
I had to ask, "What about the Cop?"
She shrugged and said.

With that shy looking smile

"I don't know, he likes to watch.
But I know you want to fuck."

"So it will be better and it can't hurt."

Then that smile again

"When I come by tomorrow,
I'll wear no panties and have a skirt."