ANNA JAYE WILDE

5/2/2016

 

Parked

 

I waited patiently on the park bench and smoothed out an invisible crease in my skirt. I had been working at Harper and Jenkins solicitors for a few months now and each morning I left my flat early, grabbed myself the necessary latte and spent half an hour in the park, organising my files and getting prepared. It had become a routine for me and gave me a clear head before strolling in to the busy office.

 

Truth be told, it wasn’t the only reason I did it. Each morning at 8.15 exactly, the most perfect, muscled hunk of gorgeousness jogged right by my bench. Although the pleasure only lasted a few brief seconds, it was well worth the early alarm call and extra time I spent on my hair and makeup. There I was, all smart and polished and what I wouldn’t give for Mr Sporty to rip off my suit jacket, pull up my fitted skirt and slip his cock right up my pussy. It was unprofessional, yes. But holy shit, I would make it happen.

 

I had decided that today was the day I finally got his attention. For fucking weeks now I had sat quietly, watching his dick bob around in his shorts as he jogged closer and then fixed my gaze on his tight ass as he ran off down the path. Today was the day. Although I was working I didn’t have to be in until later but I wanted to use the time wisely.

 

 A quick look to my left revealed him in the distance, closing in on me. I collected up my files, piled them up on my lap then, whoops! Clumsy me. All my files fell to the ground and spilled forward onto the path in front of me. Right in his way. I bent down, pretending to be flustered and slowly began to pick them up. Two running shoes came into the periphery of my vision and I could feel his warmth. Oh yes. Stage one, complete.

 

“Do you need some help?” Running man dropped to his knees and helped me pick up my messy files. He had a slight accent that I couldn’t place.

 

“Thank you, that’s really kind of you!” I turned to face him and his brown eyes twinkled at me, his whole face alive with a sheen of sweat and a bright smile. Tiny dimples studded his fuzzy unshaven cheeks and his gorgeous eyes crinkled as he leaned down to help me. “I’m so clumsy sometimes!”

 

“Well it’s lovely to meet you, I’m Carlos. You are?”

 

Lusting after a gorgeous Spanish man, that’s what I am.

 

“Sally, thanks so much for your help Carlos.”

 

Although he had been jogging he smelled like he had just jumped out of the shower and having him so close to me made me wet for him. Spanish. Yum. I had always loved paella. Carlos took my hand and lifted it to his lips, kissing it for way longer than was appropriate. If I wasn’t mistaken, he even used tongue. On my hand. Holy fuck, what would that mouth be like on my clit?

 

He dropped my hand from his mouth but both of us noticed he still held it, not wanting to let me go.

 

“Sally, you smell so good. What do you say we get out of here?” His fingers wrapped around mine and I nodded, grabbed my stuff and followed him. We walked down the path to a secluded woodland area and Carlos turned to me, took my bag and placed it on the floor, turned me to face a large tree and dropped to his knees behind me. His warm hands rested on my ass and he gave it a firm squeeze, then a quick spank.

 

Fuck me. I didn’t know what to say so I kept quiet and let him touch me, filthy girl that I am. Nobody would see us here and I wanted him badly, I had done for weeks. I was fucking well going to enjoy this. Carlos ran his hands down my thighs then back up again, bringing my skirt with him. I panted as I leaned into the tree, spreading my legs for him.

 

He kissed my inner thighs, hot, soft kisses rising up my skin and stopping achingly short of my panties that were by now, soaked. He hummed in appreciation and with one speedy movement, my panties were ripped off, revealing my wetness. I felt two fingers slide into me and I pushed down on them, wanting them deeper, needing him to fill me, preferably with his cock.

 

“You sit on that bench every day.” Fingers pumped in and out of me. “I jog past each morning at the same time.“ More pumping. “I knew you wanted me, I saw you watching me jog towards you and I could feel your eyes burning into my ass when I go past you.” He was right, and he slid a third, thick finger into my pussy and his Spanish lilt only served to make me drip even more.

 

“Wait a minute, you knew?” I asked, not moving and enjoying his fingers spreading me wide.

 

“Of course! I was wondering when you were going to get my attention. If you hadn’t done that today, I was planning to pretend to have cramp tomorrow, right by your bench so you could rub it better.”

 

“Cramp where? In your cock?” I giggled.

 

“Perhaps! All I know is I wanted to do this with you. Now be quiet while I fuck you against this tree. Close your eyes and feel me inside you.”

 

I didn’t argue. Carlos slipped out his wet fingers, grabbed me on my waist with one hand and released his cock with the other. I moulded myself into the tree trunk and held my breath as he pushed his cock against my wet pussy lips, rubbing the tip of him back and forth before sliding in to the hilt. He held my hands above my head against the bark and pushed in deep, thrusting firmly and perfectly. He kissed the back of my neck and nibbled the skin behind my ear, sending ripples down my back as his dick fucked me hard.

 

“I want to feel you come on my dick.” His whispered words tipped me over the edge and I came with him filling me up, his own climax following shortly after mine as my pussy rippled around his cock. The tree held me upright as his body pressed into mine, his dick releasing his load deep inside me.

 

We rested there, silent for a few minutes.

 

“It’s a good job I carry a spare pair of panties with me, look what you did to these!” I picked up my torn underwear and waved them in his face. He took them from me and put them in his pocket.

 

“Well that’s a shame, here was I thinking you would be naked under your skirt all day. I’m disappointed now.” He tried to look serious but his crinkly eyes and dimples gave him away. He turned and began to jog away.

 

“Wait, what about my panties!” I called. He pulled them out of his pocket and put them to his lips.

 

“I’ll be using these tonight when I’m in bed thinking of you. If you want them back, be here the same time tomorrow…”

 

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