It was a crystal day in early autumn, the air still warm and the sky so deep a blue you could look up into it and feel you might just fall upwards and disappear into it. 

We had the entire precious day, you and I, and we were enjoying it the way only lovers can. Our fledgling relationship was on the brink between shyness and easy familiarity, coy flirtation mixing with confident teasing. 

While we were walking along the lightly wooded park trails and chatting about homely things, we also stopped often to make out. You backed me up against the railing on a small wooden bridge arching over a lazy stream and kissed me until I was breathless, then we moved on, hands entwined, our conversation picking up where it had left off. Up a hill, where a pause to look at the view was extended by a long, gentle kiss, your hands warm on my hips. We continued, unhurried. 

A pack containing nothing but two bottles of a crisp pinot grigio and two glasses wrapped in tea towels sat on my back, a testament to my idea of planning.  

Round the next bend in the path, you spotted an inviting park bench and pulled me aside to sit on your lap, overlooking the river valley. Your hands wrapped around me, fingers brushing my nipples in passing as you kissed me. We sat there in the warm sun, nibbling and kissing, lips tasting lips, neck, cheeks, eyelids. 

I shrugged out of my backpack, tucking it beside me, and settled into you, kissing in turns softly and hungrily. Quiet squeaks of desire escaped me when, after a few minutes, you boldly cupped my breast in plain view of anyone who might round the corner, thumb and finger tugging gently on my nipple through the drapey knit dress I wore. I leaned into your hand for a dizzy moment, until you slid it back down to my waist just as an elderly couple leading a chihuahua on a leash strolled into view. I shook my head, excited and nervous by this brazen play.  

I could feel your arousal, and mine matched it. It was going to seem a very long afternoon until I could finally surrender to you, back at my tiny 20th-floor condo. I imagined inviting you to lean me over the balcony, slide my dress up over my ass, and take me brazenly there, high above the busy streets. I knew you loved that, loved fucking me with enthusiasm, always hoping to cause me to cry out and give us away. But we were not in my condo, and here in the public park, a steady flow of people passed with their dogs or strollers or on clattering skateboards.  

Still, I wanted you as badly as I ever had. I squirmed absently, rubbing gently against you through my damp knickers. I could tell that you sensed my dilemma and that you were enjoying it greatly. I realised that you were carefully watching the path, teasing me brazenly when there were no eyes to see, kissing with more reserve when people passed by. 

The teasing was driving me to distraction, and I pulled back, thinking that it was time to keep walking before this got out of hand, but you pulled me back towards you as you whispered, "You remember we were going to spend the whole day at the park? Do you really want to be going so soon? Come here and kiss me some more."  

I was just about to open my mouth and protest that I had made that plan before you began teasing me when a shadow fell over us as someone approached the bench from behind. 

"You two are having fun I see," said a satin voice. 

Startled, I looked up into the eyes of a grinning woman. She seemed to be about my age, with short, cropped, spikey hair and a simple piercing in her cheek that glinted out of a delicious dimple as she smiled. Something in her look made me forget to be cautious, and I nodded unhesitatingly. 

You turned, concern shadowing your face, and she laughed. 

"Don't worry, I'm not here to tell you to stop. On the contrary, I was enjoying a quiet afternoon to myself when you two arrived, and I've been enjoying it even more since. I know this is terribly forward of me, but I've got a blanket under that oak, and it's a bit more private. Would you like to join me there? I see you have a bottle of wine in your backpack- I have some fresh fruit, and I'd love to share. Make a picnic with me?" 

She winked as she asked, and I looked to you, relying on you to diplomatically decline the unconventional offer, because I knew that I could not look at that woman's sparkling eyes and say no to a single thing she asked. 

Instead, you surprised me by turning to face her more fully and saying, "That sounds lovely." You slid me to my feet and gathered my pack up. "Actually, we have two bottles of wine," you added with a flirtatious smile. 

We turned and followed the woman, and I enjoyed the sight of her round ass moving under a simple skirt. She led us to the blanket she had spread beneath a lovely old tree. It was just far enough off of the path, cloaked in dappled green shadows, and I understood how we had not noticed her, even though it was in full view of the pathway. 

As we reached the blanket, you reached out your hand and said, "My name is Will, and this is Lee."

The woman replied, "I'm Macy," shook his hand, then leaned over and kissed my check, continuing, "and I'm very pleased to meet you." 

I still couldn't quite believe that we were here, doing whatever this was, and after a moment, I followed your lead and sat down in a daze. I was tucked between your legs, leaning against you, watching her shyly all the while. 

The two of you exchanged glances and seemed to reach a silent understanding. You reached out your hand, sliding it up my thigh, under my skirt, as you chatted with Macy. Your hand on my leg, fingers barely brushing my damp underwear, sent shivers through me. I concentrated on opening the wine, using the task as an excuse to avoid eye contact while I tried to compose myself. 

I heard you ask her if she came here often, heard Macy answer no, she'd never actually been here before, was in town on business, and had a free afternoon because of a mistake with airline bookings. 

She continued on, telling you how she'd been feeling a bit sorry for herself when she saw us and decided that we looked fun. She said that she wasn't usually so bold, but somehow I doubted that. She moved more easily in her skin than anyone I'd ever met, and it was unbelievably attractive. 

I kept stealing glances at her, my mind idly wondering where else she had dimples.

The conversation continued softly as I poured out the wine, one glass for Macy, one for you and I to share. Glasses clinked, and I looked up, feeling bolder with a glass of wine to hide behind. Macy winked at me, and I blushed, then  turned my head and watched you with amazed delight. You continued to make this bold pixie's acquaintance, sipping wine and flirting with her while teasing me just enough to keep me slightly unfocused and breathless. 

I lifted the wine and drank half the glass before passing it to you, then reached for one of the pears Macy was offering. It was fragrant and as perfect with the wine as if it had been planned. I closed my eyes and felt light on my eyelids, green as it filtered through the trees, and breathed deeply. 

After a few moments, the chatter quieted, and I felt a soft mouth kiss my neck, then move up to nibble my throat, just below my ear. I felt as though I were bespelled. 

"Mmmm, you should kiss her," you said, and I turned my head unhesitatingly to find Macy's mouth, pear sweet and wine laced and delicious. You bent your head down and kissed my shoulders, your fingers working their way under my panties. 

The wine glasses lay empty on the grass as your other arm reached out and pulled Macy in closer. I felt our breasts touch as she knelt beside us, her soft roundness brushing my sensitive nipple in a brief electric moment that nearly undid me. I opened my eyes, the urgent need to be fucked warring with the desire to look and make sure we were unseen.  The logical part of my mind worried that if the two of us getting it on sitting on the park bench was a bad idea, this was worse, but the part that had been kissing pears and wine said, "Shush already, the shadows are deep, and no one is watching, and the kisses are very good."

So I relaxed and turned my attention back towards Macy and you and the drumming of my pulse in my ears. You pulled me more firmly towards you, rubbing your erection against my ass while your fingers got down to serious business, fingers slipping inside me while your thumb circled my clit in a way that turned my bones to water. 

The world swam in slow motion, turning gently around me in a haze of lust and wine. I reached up to Macy's cheek, ran my hand down her neck, over her collar bone, tracing the angles and curves of her. I settled with my hand around her breast, her hard nipple enticing me to pinch it gently. She moaned when I did, kissing me more fervently still, her mouth hot and soft and hungry, her breathing nearly matching mine. 

I realised that you had a hand under her skirt as well, and by the way she was beginning to quiver, I could tell she was enjoying it as much as I was. Your mouth was on my neck, my ear, kissing my earlobes and whispering, telling me how you liked watching us kiss, and your fingers fucked me, moving in time with the thrusts of your hips. 

I ran my hand down Macy's side, up under her cropped t-shirt, and eagerly tugged her hard nipple free of the sheer lace bra she wore. I felt her shudder as I rolled it gently between my fingers, as I ran my thumb over it, feeling the perfect weight of her breast in my hand. I marveled at how it felt at once familiar and at the same time so new.  And then she began to shudder in earnest as an orgasm rocked her. Her mouth slipped from mine and a contented moan escaped her lips as she shuddered against my touch, against yours. 

Feeling her body respond was all it took to send me over the edge, and I ground against your hand, a growl soft in my throat. My pussy pulsed around your fingers, and I didn't know which way was up, only that you were anchoring me. 

When we were both still again, Macy glanced around us, across the park lawns and towards the path.

She motioned me to move over, and as I did, I realised that this put my back between you and passersby. My eyes widened as she boldly reached out and undid your jeans, sliding a hand deftly inside and freeing your excited cock. Her fingers moved confidently, and I saw you tense up as her touch brought you nearer and nearer to orgasm. 

When I could see that you were on the very edge, I leaned down, feeling a soft breeze ripple under my skirts and play over my tender pussy as I did so. I took you into my mouth, Macy shifting her hands and leaning in to kiss your mouth instead. A few practiced movements of my tongue, and you were shuddering into me, one hand curled in the hair at the base of my neck, one on the small of Macy's back. 

I held you there, salt and slick in my mouth, until you stilled, then sat back up with an air of forced nonchalance that would have proclaimed my guilt to anyone glancing by. Macy laughed at that, and you did too, grinning at me as you rearranged yourself and did your jeans up. I blushed, a smile on my lips, and reached for the wine, pouring out two more glasses. 

We settled back onto the blanket, one woman nestled contentedly on each side of you. We drank the rest of the wine and talked softly, ate all of Macy's snacks and stole kisses and laughed, and the afternoon faded away into the cool of evening. 

We packed up our glasses and empty bottles and helped Macy fold the blanket, then walked slowly away from the big old tree. You stopped at the park bench and looked at it as if to fix it in your memory, kissing me, then Macy before we continued down the path, discussing what we wanted for dinner. 

Late that night I stepped, feet bare, out onto my balcony, enjoying the feel of the soft breeze on my flushed skin. I leaned contentedly over the railing, looking out at the city lights. After a few minutes, I felt you come up behind me and wrap your arms around me, and I smiled happily. When you finally lifted my dress and fucked me, I moaned with delight, and as your sure movements wrung another orgasm from me, I cried out, not caring who might look.