And thus, we finally decided to meet. Her pictures suggested that she had exactly what I was looking for; voluptous breasts that would just exceed my grip, a smile that could inspire poetry, and the voice of an angel.
Winter has finally set in Kolkata, with the possibility of another nefarious cyclone brewing. However, it is my favorite kind of morning, ample mist, slightly chilling breeze, and not a soul in sight. It has been ages since I visited the central park in Salt Lake, and now I know what I've been missing out on.
Those who know me personally are very much aware how I like to be a tad bit before time for appointments of any sort. I decide to sit down on a bench at the corner of the park, allowing me to observe the comings and goings of any potential spoilsport. I receive a text from her, notifying me of her reaching our rendezvous point. Masking my anticipation and excitement, I enlighten her on my whereabouts.
Her top is stretched over her chest, ample rippling of the fabric between her breasts emphasising the treasure that it hides. The interfering fabric doing little justice by hiding away her Godly curves. Closer, I can see that her pants have a similar burden, hugging her ample hind quarters which jiggle with each step she takes.
"Hey there.", we begin the traditional tryst of awkward conversation as we try to establish our resonance which existed in our texts. She gave me a light hug, which was definitely a sign of her being pleased to see me. Perfect.
I venture, "I thought that perhaps we could follow the trail further into the park, the air is so fresh." I've wanted to explore this park for a long time, and this date would give me a chance to explore it.
"That sounds like fun." Her voice has a tinge of huskiiness to it that I find compelling. It makes watching her full lips form words even more enjoyable.
We talk about simple stuff as we head out from the lot. We are both dog lovers, and that is a boon as I find it difficult to vibe with non humans. Our messaging established our attraction, but in person are different, the veil of anonymity is a boon. She did acknowledge that she'd like letting me have my way with her. I wanted to see how far I can push her, I wanted to see how scintillating her craving for my touch would be.
Finally, we come across a secluded bit of area, I use the narrowing of the path as an excuse to put my arm around her waist. Soft, is the first thought to cross my mind. Pleasantly surprised, she moved an inch away in reflex, but soon found her comfort zone in my body heat, as it was quite chilly that morning.
Even I have my limits, and that was crossed when my fingers accidentally brushed past her soft breasts, duly boosted by her seemingly innocent texts dripping with sexual ambivalence. Then my fingers brush past her breast the second time. That sealed the deal, I had to ensure that the sexual deviant in me wasn't confined to digital boundaries.
"Excuse me, but would you mind if I did that again?"
"Huh? Do what again?"
"Well you see, princess, my hand just brushed past your lovely breasts by accident. But I'll admit I've been meaning to do that for quite some time now."
Stopping cold, she looks at me, and with a smirk, she responds, "Ooh daddy, you're a bold one."
"Well, I told you earlier in the week that I wanted to make you cum all over my hands in a potentially risky place, so I reckon boldness is warranted as well as needed."
She looks around apprehensively, which is a clear sign of a dilemma; desire versus decorum. "But, what if someone sees?"
"What if no one does?"
"Well, what do you propose?"
And without uttering another word, I push her towards a tree until her back is firmy pressed against it. Curiousity fills her eyes, her breaths already hastening. As she looks up towards me, I wrap my right hand around her waist and place my lips over hers. They part rapidly and our tongues touch. Her mouth is warm and comfortably wet.
Her breast fills my left hand, and I have callused hands. As I squeeze its firmness, her breath gets caught up in her throat. Now that, is somethat I always find cute.
My hand continues up her back to her neck. Her smooth, warm skin greets me as I hold the back of her neck, and finally grabbing her hair in a fistfull and making her head tilt sideways slightly
Footsteps announce an interruption, we break away to continue our walk. Now though my hands wander. Reaching an arm around her back to cup both breasts from the outside, pushing them up and in. Caressing down her back to grab and squeeze her ass, sometimes holding a cheek casually, spanking her intermittently only to see her wince and giggle simultaneously. Running my fingers up her spine to her neck where her pulse hammers my finger tips through her silky smooth skin.
My body has responded to this flaming minx. My growing bulge exacerbates my coherent thoughts. Periodically, I am compelled to readjust my pants. Eventually, my hunger crosses the threshold and I had to satiate my appetite.
Her body is looser now, more relaxed. I can feel her surrender. My fingertips are sliding up her scalp to the back of her skull, her thick hair smoothly flowing along the sides of my fingers and across the back of my hand. I curl my fingers into a fist, trapping most of her hair. Her eyes are closed, her mouth slightly open as I pull her to me. I don't bend much to kiss her, but pull her into me and up onto her toes. I can almost hear her hearth thumping crazily within her
Pulling back, I Iook around, "We're alone and I can't hear anyone near us.", to which she nods approvingly. With an arm around her back, I stand close by her side. Running the other hand up her belly while unbuttoning her checkered shirt. Having undone every last one of them, I swipe my hand over the breathtaking curve of her breasts, making her shirt cling only to her shoulders. I hook a strap of her bra with my right index finger. I'm staring her right in the eye I as start to pull it down her arm. Her eyes dart around in apprehension, but her breasts are already exposed to the cool winter morning air. Adorable little goosebumps, and an inappropriately appropriate hardened pair of nipples grace my lusty gaze.
