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The afternoon sun beat down on the crowded city park, and all my attention was focused on the few inches of shared space on our picnic blanket. Around us, distractions abounded; a group playing volleyball, dogs chasing frisbees. To anyone passing by, we were just two friends enjoying a lazy Sunday.
No one saw the way your bare knee was pressed firmly against mine; an unyielding point of contact that sent my groin throbbing.
You shifted closer, leaning back on one elbow under the shade of a massive tree. The movement caused your sunglasses to slide down the bridge of your nose, exposing intense eyes that locked onto mine. “It’s beautiful out here,” you murmured. Voice low enough that it was almost swallowed by the ambient chatter.
Your hand was doing the real talking.
With agonizing slowness, your fingers trailed up my calf, tracing along the edge of my clothes. My breath hitched, quiet intake that I forced myself to mask by taking a slow sip of my drink. The sheer thrill of the surrounding crowd made my skin prickle with electricity.
Playing In The Park
The afternoon sun beat down on the crowded city park, and all my attention was focused on the few inches of shared space on our picnic blanket. Around us, distractions abounded; a group playing volleyball, dogs chasing frisbees. To anyone passing by, we were just two friends enjoying a lazy Sunday.
No one saw the way your bare knee was pressed firmly against mine; an unyielding point of contact that sent my groin throbbing.
You shifted closer, leaning back on one elbow under the shade of a massive tree. The movement caused your sunglasses to slide down the bridge of your nose, exposing intense eyes that locked onto mine. “It’s beautiful out here,” you murmured. Voice low enough that it was almost swallowed by the ambient chatter.
Your hand was doing the real talking.
With agonizing slowness, your fingers trailed up my calf, tracing along the edge of my clothes. My breath hitched, quiet intake that I forced myself to mask by taking a slow sip of my drink. The sheer thrill of the surrounding crowd made my skin prickle with electricity. Anyone could look over at any moment. The couple on the bench ten feet away could glance up from their books. Yet, that risk only magnified the sensation, turning a simple touch into something incredibly wicked.
Slipping your fingers further up, they found the sensitive skin of my inner thigh.
I closed my eyes for a fraction of a second, leaning my head back against the tree bark, pretending to just soak in the sun. Inside, my heart was beating rapidly. You smoothed your thumb in a slow, deliberate circle, applying just enough pressure to make me ache for more. I knew he could see my excitement staining my panties.
Finally pulling your hand back to casually reach for a piece of fruit; you caught my eye and flashed a devastatingly innocent smile. I sat there breathless in the middle of the bustling park, and wondered how far we would go.
Molly 1-844-332-2639 ext 449