Around ten I walk through the park, thinking what a fool I was not to ask where! Then in the distance, I think I see a familiar figure. As I come closer, I'm surer it’s you. But in this cold weather, with everyone wrapped up in coats I could be wrong.
You're feeding the ducks by the pond. You haven't seen me and sit on a bench. You are idly throwing the occasional scrap, looking lost in other thoughts. I approach the bench from behind you; come round and sit "a respectable distance" away.
"They’re hungry this morning?"
"Oh, here at last, I was beginning to give up on you!"
"Sorry, I should have asked where in the park."
"Oh yes, I forget you don't know it!"
"No"
"Have some bread"
I move closer. Our eyes meet with warm smiles of welcome. I reach my hand in the bag on your lap and throw a few crumbs to the ducks. We fall into conversation absorbed in each other. Ducks get occasional crumbs from one or the other of us.
I reach into the bag, not much left. At the bottom the bag is still on your lap. Through the thin bag I can feel your leg. My finger tips start to move, a mini massage on the top of your thigh. Your eyes open and you look at me. I smile and continue moving my fingers, manipulating the top of your leg. Taking advantage of the soft bag, my fingers start making their way from the top of your leg to its inner thigh.
An old couple walk by, the ducks get some bread.
My hand returns to the bag. This time my fingers spread over your inner thigh, as I caress you again. I notice the steadiness to your breathing, the rise and fall of your covered bosom. My fingers continue their movement. Have they moved higher? Yes they have but it’s a slow progress.
Another passerby, the ducks are grateful.
Back in the bag my fingertips slide from the top of your leg to its inner thigh stopping at the hem of your trouser. A finger tip follows it along, sliding up, then down. When the ducks were last fed, did you move the bag? No need to ask in which direction! As I'm playing along your inner thigh I can feel your rising warmth now, but the bag is dipping under your coat.
You catch my hand, "Would you like a warm drink? In a place more comfortable and not far from here."
"Sounds nice."
Leaving the rest of the crumbs for the ducks we set off. A few minutes later we're walking into your place. You push the door open too, and pull me to you for a kiss, a short kiss, which promises more.
"Take your coat off and through here."
As you remove your coat I see your top. It shows off the top of your cleavage, and I know instantly I want more!
I follow you into the sitting room. You sit on the sofa and I beside you. We chat, a little flirty and little sexy sharing smiles and giggles, enjoying each other’s company.
Your phone rings. "Bollocks! Its work, excuse Me."
"yes.... no... yes..."
"Pass me that paper" you whisper. I pass you a paper and pen.
I sit next to you as you talk, my hand moves to your knee. You move it away slightly. My hand moves to the inside of your knee, pulling it back slightly. You give me a look, and move a little away. I follow you sitting closer this time. My hand slides to the rear of your knee, finger-tips hinting at progressing up the rear of your leg. Again you wiggle a little away, but not as far. Maybe you're torn between needing to talk to your boss and wanting to enjoy the attention?
Again I slide after you sitting closer pressing into you; you've run out of anywhere to wriggle. My hand starts to stroke the inside of your leg. You make a show of putting the paper on your lap. We both know that’s not going to do anything, my hands are already underneath it.
"yes... yeah. ...yes..."
My hand is now at the top of your thigh my finger tips playing on your warm leg, feeling the heat. The next step will be into her area. You're still captive on the phone. Your occasional notes aren't as neat anymore.
Caught between two worlds, your legs open a little. My fingers take advantage, and travel the short distance from leg to pussy. Your pussy is still covered, but my finger-tips play, circling, dancing over her area.