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An Afternoon At A Park free porn video
It was a beautiful, sunny day; not too hot, not too cool. I drove out to one of the more remote county parks to relax by the river for a while. I have an annual pass and didn’t have to stop at the self-serve stand to pay and register. As I was headed for the furthest point from the entrance, I noticed a blue van already there. That looks like Amy’s van, I thought. Sure enough, there were the telltale stickers in the back windows. The van windows were up so I figured it was locked and she and Mark must be down at the water. I parked about twenty feet away and set up my chair and side table in front of the truck.
Amy and Mark are a rather odd couple. Both are in their mid-fifties. Mark is a trucker just getting back into the business years after booze put him out of it (too many DUIs). He barely drinks anymore, but he’s what could be called “slow” in his thinking, maybe damage from the years of marinating his brain in alcohol. He’s also excessively macho, comically so. Amy, on the other hand, is extremely intelligent. She’s lived high in the financial community in the past, only to fall from there in a divorce from an abusive husband. Now she works at the local woo-woo shop.
Quite sweet and feminine, she has an odd quality that makes it difficult to pin down her age. Sometimes at one glance, she will look like a teenager, and at the next, an ancient crone. Sixteen to eighty in a blink. I’ve never figured that out, but others have noticed it, too. While Mark drives trucks and rides his motorcycle trying to reclaim his past days as a badass biker (so he imagines them to be), Amy has become somewhat of a spiritual guru in the area. That’s how I met her, and through her, Mark. I’ve since backed away from that part of the community when it became clear to me that they were less about being spiritual and more about making money (I don’t do well with hypocrites).
I was sitting there enjoying the sunshine, listening to the birds and the river flowing when I heard, “Well, hello there.”
Looking over toward the blue van, I saw Amy standing in front of it, dripping wet in a bikini. Holy shit, I knew she had an awesome body, but she’d always kept it hidden under layers of loose clothing. Those breasts I’d felt pressed against me during so many hugs were glistening with beaded water on them, barely covered by the red and white flowered bikini top. Her belly, also glistening above the bikini bottom, barely showed signs of bearing three daughters. I felt my dick beginning to rise, so I stayed seated. Her seeing a tent in my pants that she caused would have really pissed macho Mark off.
“Hi, Amy. I thought that was your van. Fancy meeting you here. You and Mark are welcome to join me.” I really wanted to get a closer look at her, but while sitting to hide my protuberance.
She held up a finger and said, “Be right there,” then went to the back of the van and unlocked the door. Pulling out a camp chair, she made her way over the rocks to me. Damn, woman, put that chair behind you; it’s blocking the view.
Setting her chair on the other side of my table, she said, “Mark’s not here. I’m taking some time for myself today.” Hmmm, was that a bit of anger in her voice?
“Well, it’s good to run into you. Been a long time. How’s things in your world?” I asked. “I see you’re still doing readings and the circles at the store.”
“I am, and we all wish you’d come back. The circle wouldn’t exist if not for your urging me to start it. I’ll always be in your debt for that encouragement when I needed it most.”
That brought up the memory of a dark time in my brief southern Oregon history, when the price of the circle went up and I couldn’t afford it, and the owner of the store couldn’t have given a shit less. “I don’t do Babylon, Amy. We’ve been over that before. As long as Frank (store’s owner) is playing by Babylon rules, I won’t be there.” Since we seemed to be into drama now, I continued, “You and Mark having problems? I picked up on a tone in your comment about taking a day for yourself.”
“Oh, his machoism gets on my nerves sometimes. He always has to be the badass. It gets old.”
That reminded me of my ex’s family back in Michigan, always drinking and fighting. “Has he been getting into fights?”
“No, no, nothing like that. He just likes to think he’s the boss, and honestly he’s not very good at it.”
“Yeah, I don’t think he would be. He’s always struck me as being a bit slow on the uptake.” OK, now that this has been broached, why hold back? “For a while I couldn’t understand why you two were together, other than he might be great for you in bed. Then it dawned on me that you’re an alpha and need to control. He’s weak-minded and easily manipulated. Now it all makes sense.”
I honestly expected her to leave at that, blowing up or not. Her head snapped around, eyes blazing, and I noticed her chest heaving in controlled anger. I also noticed the droplets on her breasts had mostly dried, as had her bikini top, and her nipples were quite pronounced under the fabric. Damned fine stuff. I didn’t care if she noticed me staring; it would probably be the only chance I ever got.
“You’re quite perceptive. I’ve always known you are.” I looked up at her face and she was smiling. The fire was still in her eyes, but it had changed. For a moment she looked sixteen, then fifty-four. Damn, she was confusing. My dick twitched. “Mark dominates in bed, and I like that, but he’s hair-triggered. We’ve tried everything, but he just can’t last, so we’re in this routine where he goes down on me until I cum, then we fuck for a few seconds until he does. Just for once, I’d like to climax with a dick in me.” All the while, she’s staring into my eyes, gauging the response in my face. I was shocked at this sudden, unexpected openness. I wondered if it showed. It must have.
As I let my gaze travel slowly down her body, I asked, “So you’re saying you’re open to brief encounters with no strings attached, just to satisfy your desires?” When she said she was, I moved my chair around next to hers, so we were side-by-side facing opposite directions. That way, we could watch everywhere. My dick was still at half-mast. I noticed she noticed. “Would I be someone you would pick?” She nodded with an affirmative sound.
I reached out and stroked her neck, then let my fingers trail down across her right breast to the edge of her top. I hooked them under it and pulled it down to reveal the nipple. She gasped and looked around but made no move to stop me. Giving her nipple a flick and a light pinch/pull, I returned the top to its proper position and said, “Damn, I bet you’re a mighty fine fuck. How’s your van?”
She replied, “Waiting for us.” We stood and walked to the open back doors.
I’d noticed years ago when helping her pack up after a circle that the van was set up with a bed that always appeared to have had some use (sleeping, I assumed). I was surprised to see, now that she and Mark had bought a house, that it was still set up that way. They were into day trips, not overnight camping, and usually took his bike, anyway. We climbed in and she closed the doors behind us.
It was quite comfortable and cozy. I was lying on my left side, propped up on my elbow, and she lay on her back next to me. Even with the curtains on the windows, there was plenty of light on that sunny day. Her hair was silver-grey, below shoulder length with about the last two inches tipped in black (dyed); eyes of soft light brown looked up at me, lips slightly parted asking for kissing.
I reached out and traced those lips with my fingertips, then traced her jawline along under her ear to the back of her neck and pulled loose the knot of her top strings. Without the added support, her breasts sagged to her sides, the fabric barely covering the nipples. That was okay by me. For a fifty-four-year-old mother of three, she was mighty fine. I uncovered her nipples and began tracing my fingertips around the areolas. Her nipples hardened a bit more and her breathing got heavier. I squeezed and massaged first one, then the other, marveling at how firm they still were.
“I’ve always wanted to see you naked, Amy. You hide your body very well, but I’ve felt these pressing against me in hugs and I’ve always wondered.”
She smiled and gently stroked my now-hard cock through my jeans. “I’ve felt your appreciation, too.” So, she DID feel the slight growth that occurred during the hugs. I had wondered.
“Well, I’m going to see all of you now, and I’m planning on using you for your pleasure for a long time.” With that, I sat up and grabbed her bottoms to pull them off. She lifted her butt and then her feet to help. Once it was off, she sat up, slipped off her top, and then lay back with her arms to her sides and legs slightly spread. What a lovely sight. She had a bush, neatly trimmed, but not shaved. I quite dislike the trend to hairlessness nowadays. I stroked the short, soft, curly hair. “Nice,” I smiled and nodded my approval. Then I realized I was still dressed. Together we set about righting that error.
I had to lie down to get my jeans off. While I was opening them, she pulled my shoes off, then I lifted my butt and she pulled jeans and shorts down and off together. I lay there on my back with my dick sticking up. Sitting there propped up on her right elbow, she grasped my shaft and began stroking. “Nice. Feels just right. The promise during your hugs didn’t lie.” She lowered her head and took me into her mouth. At first, she only took about half the shaft, but she went a little deeper with each downstroke. Soon her nose was being buried in my pubic hair. All the while, her tongue was sliding around the shaft, licking it, loving it. On the upstroke, she pulled a slight vacuum and pressed the tip of her tongue along the ridge on the underneath, milking out anything that may be there. Mark was lucky. This woman knew how to suck a dick and obviously enjoyed it. I was wanting a taste of her, too.
I ran my hand down her spine, down the crack of her butt with my index finger pressing in, to her crotch where I found a well of hot liquid silk. My finger slipped in easily, which brought a moan from her throat. Leaving my finger in her, I pulled her hips toward my head. She got the hint and without taking her mouth from my dick, she swung around, straddling my head, and lowered her sweetness to me. Her clit and inner lips were swollen and the whole area was soaked in her nectar. I flicked her clit a few times with the tip of my tongue, which caused her to twitch and squeak with each contact, then slid down to lap at her well. Damn, she tasted fine. Smelled fine. Felt fine. Her moans and squeals sounded fine. This was one fine piece of ass.
Reaching around her thighs, I brought my fingers to her pussy and my tongue went back to work on her clit. I could feel her mouth tighten on my cock. I slipped my index and middle fingers into her well, stroking them in and out a few times to get them soaked, then moved my middle finger to her puckering anus. When it applied pressure to that hole, her entire body vibrated, and she gasped around my cock. Since there were no signs of disagreement, I pressed on and the finger slipped inside. More whole-body quivers and gasps, but still no argument, so the finger proceeded deeper and deeper until both fingers were double pumping in unison. That started her hips to working, matching my stroking. I timed my clit licking to that. She’d quit sucking my dick but held it in her mouth while she bucked and squealed from the attention to her nether regions. I didn’t want her to cum yet, so I pulled my fingers out, bringing a groan of loss from her throat.
Pushing her off me and onto her back, I turned around, pulled her legs wide open, and settled between them, the head of my dick pressing on her open woman’s well. Her face was flushed, eyes glazed, breath ragged through open lips, breasts heaving. “Fuck me, Steve,” she said. “Fuck me with all you have.” At that command I pressed forward, my dick slipping easily into her opening as I drove into her to the hilt. “Hammer me! Fuck me hard, dammit.”
She pulled her knees almost to my shoulders as I began repeatedly driving into her with my full length. I know the van had to be rocking, but I didn’t care. All I was interested in was bringing this amazing woman to climax on my cock. The van was filled with her moans and grunts, the squishy sounds from her pussy, the sound of my balls slapping her ass, and the scent of her lust. How long passed, I have no idea, but I was in a rhythm and felt I could go forever. Her vocals turned into a babbling stream of random words, “God fuck me more don’t stop yes right there that’s it MORE fuck me God it’s good I’ve needed this fuck me don’t stop oh shit I’M GOING TO CUM!” Words turned into garbled jabber, her entire body began shaking, her arms went tight around my back as her fingernails dug in, her legs locked around my waist and I felt her pussy clamping and milking my dick as she spasmed out more nectar.
I felt my own climax rising in response when she went limp, gasping for air and hips still pumping against me. “Cum in me, Steve. Cum in me now.” I increased my speed, and she went into another climax, not as strong as the one she just had, but otherwise the same. That triggered me over the edge. I drove hard down into her and held there as I pumped what felt like a gallon of seed into her while she rocked her hips against me.
Eventually my climax subsided, and my dick started to soften. She gave a whimper as I pulled out and rolled over, leaving a trail of our mixed juices across her thigh. For a few minutes we both lay there catching our breaths. Then she reached into a cubby hole in the van and pulled out a small towel which she placed between her legs. Pulling out another towel, she proceeded to clean off my dick. It seemed a rather subservient thing for an alpha to do, but she is a mixture of conflicts. Once she was satisfied that I was thoroughly cleaned, she repeated the process on herself. That took longer because I’d dumped a huge load in her, not to mention her own copious amounts of nectar.
“I’ve not cum like that in years. God, I needed it. Thank you, Steve.”
“Glad to be of service. Any time.”
She started putting on clothes, so I got dressed, too. She gave me a peck on the cheek before opening the back doors for me to leave. Walking back to my truck, I watched her drive away without even a wave. I wondered if there would ever be a repeat. I hoped so.
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