In the heart of the city, nestled between towering skyscrapers, lay a serene park, a sanctuary for those seeking a brief respite from the urban hustle. Among the park’s regular visitors was a woman named Emma, who often used her lunch break to escape the confines of her office and enjoy the tranquility of nature.

On this particular day, Emma wore a crisp white blouse paired with a flowing skirt that danced gently with the breeze. She found a quiet spot under a large oak tree, where a young man, roughly 25 years old, was resting after a run. His chest heaved with exertion, and his eyes were closed, soaking in the peaceful atmosphere.

Emma, feeling a sudden surge of desire, moved closer to the man. With a boldness that surprised even herself, she said, “I need to have an orgasm now. Can you help me?”

The man’s eyes flew open, startled by her directness. “What?” he stammered, taken aback.

Emma didn’t hesitate. She took his hand and guided it between her legs, hitching up her skirt slightly to give him better access. She gasped as his fingers made contact, her body already responding to the touch. She guided his fingers inside her, moaning softly as he began to move them in and out.

The man, though initially shocked, quickly found his rhythm. He added a second finger, feeling her tremble with pleasure. Emma’s eyes fluttered closed, her breath coming in short gasps. “Another,” she moaned, her body arching towards him.

He obliged, inserting a third finger, working them deeper inside her. Emma’s grip on his arm tightened, her nails digging into his skin as her orgasm built. “Another,” she panted, her voice barely a whisper.

The man complied, his fingers moving with a skill that belied his surprise. Emma’s body tensed, and then the dam broke. An orgasm washed over her, leaving her soaked and breathless. The scent of her arousal filled the air, intoxicating and raw.

As the waves of pleasure subsided, Emma took his hand and brought it to her mouth, licking the juices off his fingers. She then guided his hand to his own mouth, encouraging him to taste her. The man’s eyes widened, but he complied, his tongue flicking out to taste her essence.

Emma stood up, smoothing down her skirt. She glanced at her watch, noting that only six minutes had passed. With a satisfied smile, she walked away, leaving the man in a state of shocked arousal. She returned to her office, her steps light and her mind clear, ready to face the rest of her day with renewed vigor.