It had been a difficult few months at work. The 'too hard' basket on my desk was reaching maximum capacity - a hundred little complicated tasks that everyone else seemed to think was MY job to solve. Every single time I found a moment to myself to reach for the to do list, the phone would blare its nagging ring, only to convey some disgruntled customer who felt the need to vent their dissatisfaction on whomever it was that responded - which was always myself! The stress was atrocious and took its toll on my normally even temper. Something had to give... I was not in the habit of going out on a weeknight, especially alone - but as all of my usual social crowd seemed too entrenched in their own problems and unwilling to venture out, I decided to go out anyway. The plan was merely to have a few quiet drinks to relieve some of my angst, then go home to bed to sleep it off.
I entered a nice, relatively quiet pub and found a little nook to settle into, ordering a black russian. As I had come straight from the office, I was conscious that my blouse, short skirt and high heels may attract the attention of any body who was feeling horny that night, but the idea of being perved at was a welcome distraction to the constant barrage of mundane ramblings in my head regarding work. So I deliberately stretched out and posed a little - feeling a bit naughty and flirtatious. What I needed, I mused to myself, was a jolly good SHAG. I had not been involved with anyone for quite some time, the necessity and intensity of my job not allowing the opportunity to meet anyone I felt interested in enough to shed my clothes for. So now, after my third drink, I began to sense my body responding to my meditations and tingling with the possibility of an encounter. But the bar was quiet tonight and the few attractive men that were present seemed too busy watching sport on the large television screen to notice the goddess provocating herself at the bar.
I was feeling pretty drunk now, having switched from my usual black russian, to a more potent bevy of Drambui on ice. The burning in my throat and deliciously warm bubbling in my belly making me languid and uninhibited. Midnight had arrived, the bar was closing and it was evidently time to leave. With more than a little disappointment, I grabbed my bag and headed outside. The air was thick and sultry, a glorious summer evening. As I strolled leisurely to the parking lot, my mind was floating in and out of a dreamy reverie involving naked, writhing bodies and steamy whispers. As I arrived at my car, a sudden, horrifying thought interrupted my fantasies. I was DRUNK! Completely inebriated beyond the point of thinking coherently, let alone driving anywhere. I hastily put my keys back in my bag and glanced furtively at the nearby taxi rank. Empty. Shit!
It was a pleasant evening though and my flat was only a half hour walk away. So I decided to enjoy the exercise, turned in the general direction of home and started walking, my red heels click clacking down the almost deserted pavement, putting me into a trance. I allowed my thoughts to drift back to my dreamlike state and once again, elicit a plethora of sexual images to feast on. I was looking forward to getting home and retrieving my vibrator to resolve my tension, to be honest. I had managed only four blocks when I suddenly felt so darn tired, and my shoes were starting to hurt. I happened to stop alongside a small park. It was sunken below the street level and could only be accessed by a long winding set of stone steps. I held on to the railing and made my way down, the air getting cooler as i descended, the fresh inviting smell of lush flowers and greenery overwhelming me. I took off my shoes and sunk my toes into the thick grass, reveling in the sensations and thoroughly enjoying the dappled darkness of nooks and crannies in every direction.
I was drawn toward a large willowy night shade jasmine tree, the tiny white blossoms emanating an intoxicating sweet aroma, and lay down in the shadows, my arms and legs splayed, totally relaxed and still deliriously drunk. I opened a few buttons on my blouse, allowing the cool night air to waft across my hot cleavage and lifted up my knees, my skirt riding up to my buttocks. My mind was still focused entirely on erotic imagery and I found myself stroking my breasts and thighs, lazily caressing my skin into a heavenly tingle. It was so peaceful and deserted that I fully intended on permitting myself to continue, until...
"Can I join you?" A deep voice broke through the darkness, only metres away from where I lay, sprawled and vulnerable. I jumped up to a sitting position, jerking my legs together and fumbling for my buttons. He laughed softly. My eyes scanned the area nervously, looking for a quick escape route. I could only see his silhouette in the moonlight - a handsome one at that - but startling enough to make the blood rush out of my head and my mouth go as dry as the Sahara. I couldn't speak.
"It's ok, I'm not going to hurt you..." he murmured. His tone was assuring and gentle, but fear still gripped at my heart. What on EARTH was I thinking! Drunk, alone, in the middle of the night, half-dressed, in a public park! My own stupidity astounded me. I found my voice.
"Well... well, what ARE you going to do then?!" I stammered, trying not to sound as petrified as I felt, and failing miserably.
"Ummm.... well, I certainly didn't want to interrupt. You seemed like you were having a pretty good time!" I could hear the smirk on his mouth. I blushed and smiled, embarrassed, yet strangely turned on by his manner.
"Perhaps..." he continued "You could keep going and I could just ...watch" My mind was racing. The danger of my predicament was quickly draining the effects of the alcohol out of my body, but my fear was rapidly turning to excitement at what seemed to me, to be an opportunity to experience something new and quite... well, extraordinary.
He shifted his body slightly, sitting back on a boulder. A solitary beam of moonlight struck his face and I gasped. Oh my god! What an incredibly beautiful face... he smiled, his arms dangling casually over his knees.
"So, do you want me to leave?" Confident and cocky, but seemingly serious.
"Ahhhh.... no, I think it's ok... if you stay" I breathed out slowly, settling myself back onto the grass, but maintaining eye contact and trying not to smile... too much.
"My names Joseph" he offered "And I think I am very pleased to meet you!" He grinned.
"Ruby" I replied "And I think you may have caught me at a rather private moment, Joseph!"
"Private?!" he teased "In a public park?!" I blushed furiously again.
"Yes... well" I joked "A girls gotta do what a girls gotta do" We both laughed, totally at ease now in each others company. But my adrenaline was still coursing, my heart thumping through my chest. Where to go from here? I was wondering... As if reading my thoughts, Joseph moved a little closer and lay on his side, his arm supporting his head. I could see his entire body now. A crisp white shirt tucked into snug dark jeans, showing off his muscular frame. Gorgeous! I exclaimed in my mind. Absolutely perfect actually. My eyes drifted down to the obvious bulge below his belt and stayed there. He was definitely turned on, his cock exerting quite a strain on the zipper of his jeans, begging to be released.
"Soooo...." he started "Where were you, before I so rudely interrupted your fun?" His eyes sparkling in the moonlight.
I lay back on the grass and lifted my knees up again, this time spreading my legs a little wider and heaving my tits outwards to strain at the three closed button on my black chiffon shirt.
"Somewhere about.... here... I think" I drawled, still looking at his face, but running one hand provocatively up my thighs to expose my red transparent panties.