Mathew Mats Rogers SeriesChapter 5 Wilderness Park
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The day had been long, and he was ready for the time of evening he enjoyed most. Working as hard as he did, being his own boss, was more challenging than he could have imagined. And while he needed the thrill of making it succeed, he had come to treasure this time for himself, knowing he needed it as well. Reflection had become a key factor for him, as it had ever been.
He selected a cigar from his personal blend and locked the door behind him. He paused on the stoop, inhaling the crisp flavors of fall in the air. The day had been warm, but not hot or humid, although the coming night had the feel of a chill. The leaves had begun to turn, making the trees on his street a wild collage of red, gold and orange. Only a small smattering decorated his yard as yet, but he knew it would soon be blanketing the grass.
He set off in the direction of the nearby park, a favorite destination. It had the benefit of being close, numerous benches, a bubbling fountain and pleasant atmosphere. He strolled along, unwinding. He would save the pleasure of smoking his cigar until he was seated, a foot propped on the opposite knee when he could give it the attention it merited. He liked the routine of it. The only thing missing would be his glass of port, but that would keep until he was back at home, perhaps able to savor it on the patio.
A gust of wind pushed at his face, making him glad for his jeans and light leather jacket. His evening sojourns would soon be coming to a close for the summer. He circled the path through the park and was pleased to see his favorite bench was available. It had a view of the fountain, so he could lose himself in the falling waters, and had the additional benefit of being nearly circled by a chest high hedge, part of the park’s labyrinth maze.
He sat down, pulling the cigar from his inside jacket pocket. He liked this first flame, the first puff. He withdrew the packet of matches, and stroked the match, holding it to the end of the tobacco, waiting for it to catch slow fire. He was patient, liking the contentment of the moment. Finally, it was ready, and he sat, puffing contentedly. He was in a happy mood, after the bumpy start, his hard work was showing results.
He usually enjoyed the people-watching, but on this rather cool evening, the few people in the park were exiting. Just as well. He never minded his own company. His eye was caught by a solitary figure on the far side of the fountain. He was rather surprised to see a lone woman, they were taught to walk with a friend or large dog. This woman had neither. What she did have was long, shiny strands of reddish-brown hair curling wildly around her shoulders. The dark color contrasted with her pale skin, and he was suddenly eager to see the shade of her eyes. She wore a soft-looking deep purple sweater, a skirt that swirled around her legs and black boots. She came around the curve of the fountain, and he could see her eyes were a wonderful clear green, along with a bow of a mouth painted with a pink gloss.
Those lips were curved upward in a smile as she looked at him. He smiled back in automatic response, drawn to her. She gestured to the seat beside him, May I sit down? Of course, he replied. I could smell your cigar and had to come over, she went on, I love the scent so much. Her eyes clouded briefly. It always reminds me of my dad, he’s been gone for several years and the scent always brings him to mind. She smiled again, and he murmured something appropriate. When I got older, I always asked him to let me take a puff and was surprised when he finally let me. I really liked it, and when I smelled yours I had to come and enjoy.
Always happy to share his passion and craft, he offered his cigar. Would you like to taste it? Her eyes went wide with surprise. I wasn’t hinting, but I’d love to try. He passed it over, and she took it and inhaled delicately, then nodded with approval. Very nice she told him, a good flavor and spicy. It’s my own blend, he said, going on to explain as she passed it back.
They began chatting and found they had similar backgrounds. Both were relative newcomers in town and were self-employed, she was a writer he discovered, another of his passions. He was intrigued. The scent of her perfume was an exotic, slightly floral spice, a delicious scent to him. She was just lovely. A sudden breeze gusted and blew a strand of hair across her face. She automatically reached up, only to find his fingers already there. Allow me, he said, and tucked the wayward curl behind her ear, letting it slide silkily through his fingers as he did so.
She was facing him, and in the dusk, he could see her eyes darken in awareness of him. His hand fell to her shoulder, then trailed down her arm to twine her fingers through his. Her skin was soft, and alabaster smooth, one thing that drove him crazy. She made no move to pull away, and encouraged, he gently tugged her closer. She came willingly and smiled at him, her eyes locked with his. Very deliberately, she leaned into him and kissed him, softly at first, then with increasing passion as she gained his measure. He pulled her fully into his embrace, his hands sliding into her hair to cup her head. Her lips were soft under his and incredibly responsive. He rubbed his lips across hers and she opened her mouth, allowing his tongue to curl with hers.
He loved a good kiss, and this was a great one. This lovely woman was pressed against him, ardently enjoying his attentions, her perfume was drawing him in and he felt his attraction to her growing. She was making breathy little moans that spoke of her own interest in him, and there was nothing he enjoyed more that a woman who knew what she was about. She stroked her hands across his back under his jacket, kneading the muscles with enjoyment. She drew back, breathless, and stared at him with eyes that were bright with desire. His own, he knew, were a reflection of hers, nearly back with need.
She spoke softly, You taste wonderful. She levered closer, swinging a leg over his. He cuddled her near, and she spread her hands across his chest while taking his mouth again. She pressed against him and he could feel her breasts through her sweater. He murmured his approval of her actions, reaching out to trail his fingers down her neck. Her skin was soft as roses. He moved lower, hesitating for a split-second before boldly cupping her breast in his palm. She moaned on his mouth, twining her arms around his neck, effectively pushing them even more tightly together.
Things were becoming more intense, and he wanted nothing more than to keep going. But this was a public place and he wasn’t sure of her feelings. He was palming her breasts, loving the feel of the sharp points of her nipples in his hands. It wasn’t that chilly, was it? No, he decided, and slid his hands under her sweater, loving the feel of the satiny bra she was wearing, wanting painfully to see the color.
She had not stopped kissing him and he could feel her mouth was swollen under his. She drew back slightly and ran the very tip of her tongue around his ear. You’ll think I’m forward, but I want you, she whispered, and he shivered at her words. Oh yes, he managed, and he felt this was absolutely right, he’s been wanting a new adventure, needing a jolting f***e.
I really enjoying making love in the open, she continued, her teeth sharp as they caught the lobe of his ear and bit lightly, I hope you don’t mind. He wrapped his arms around her, a bit roughly, and let her feel the hard ridge of his long cock. Not at all, he told her, holding her firmly as she rocked on his lap, pleasuring them both.
She rose, gracefully untangling herself from his embrace. She slowly pulled her long skirt up, revealing a silky purple thong. Hooking her thumbs in the ribbons, she drew it down along her white thighs. His breath hitched. I’m clean, he ground out huskily, please tell me you are too. She smiled, enjoying her view of him spread before her, with his eyes needy as he gazed at her. Yes, and prepared too, catching his hand and drawing it to her wet pussy. He groaned deeply, loving the softness he felt.
She reached out and unbuckled his belt, and unbuttoned his pants, pulling his cock out into the cool air. Better make sure you’re warm, she breathed, wrapping her hands around his hard length. He moaned in desire, wanting, needing to feel her pussy clutching his cock. He grasped her shoulders, pulling her close, and let his tongue play with hers.
He fitted her against him on his lap but did not yet enter her hot pussy. He fumbled a bit with the clasp of her bra but managed to free her breasts. The heat and wetness of her was making him more aroused, and he gave in to the pleasure her large nipples offered him. They were lovely, pink and tightly erect for his mouth. He bent over her and took one in his lips. She moaned low, loving the feel of him nipping at her flesh, coiling in his arms. Oh, please now, she panted, and he obliged, taking care of protection before yanking her down the line of his cock. Their cry of satisfaction mingled in the air.
She was still for a long moment, simply enjoying the sensation of his cock inside her. Then she began to move, unable to wait, drawing up as far as she could without dislodging him before leisurely sliding back down. He held her hips in his hands, aiding her, all the while nuzzling her neck and kissing her. She encouraged him, loving the feel of him. She was close, he could tell. Her body was trembling and he could feel small spasms around his cock. He slowed their movements, wanting to prolong this interlude. She whimpered in frustration, pleading prettily with her eyes, desperate for him to continue.
He ejaculates, pulling her down on his cock, needing the satisfaction. He felt her shaking and then her orgasm was upon her, crashing into her hard. She arched back on his cock, and he held her while she bucked on his lap. He could feel her skin flush hot and felt the hot moisture of her pussy surround him, and that spurred his own orgasm. He ground into her until he felt nearly boneless with complete satisfaction. They kept moving slowly, lingeringly, until they simply couldn’t go on, wrapped together happily. He kissed her forehead, murmuring, I’m so glad you came over. She nibbled on his lip, whispering, So am I…
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