Crystal's Adventure in the Park
Ch. 01
by Araythea ©

I could feel every bump and hole, as we drove across the uneven field 
slowly. Since we were out of money, and tired of my father's ever 
protective glare, Chris and I decided to have a picnic at the park. 

Old Settler's park was different in those days. Without the little brown 
stumps of wood and connecting wires blocking everything off, you could 
drive almost anywhere. 

That day we drove to the side of the pond, opposite the playgrounds. We 
didn't have to worry about parking lots and screaming kids. Everything was 
on the other side. 

We finally found a spot Chris was satisfied with: a little cluster of 
trees to block the playground and other picnickers from seeing us. I 
climbed out of the car and stretched, hoping that the movement would wake 
my ass back up. It was hot and sticky, as summer usually is here in Texas. 
My shirt stuck to my back, even though it was only a ten minute drive from 
my neighborhood. I unstuck it and waved my shirt up and down in the hope 
of getting a breeze to cool my skin. I was grateful for the playful gust 
of wind that snuck up under my skirt to cool my sweat-damp bottom.

Chris was spreading the blanket out and looking over at me nervously. That 
was always a sure sign that he wanted to see how far I would let him go. 
We hadn't done much beyond groping. Last time, he got my shirt open and 
sucked on my nipples. That got me so hot that I let him put his hand down 
my knickers before I stopped him. I felt horrible for denying him, but 
everything was so new to me. It didn't help that we were never anywhere 
private. Whether it was his roommates or my parents, the only way we tried 
anything was away from our houses. 

My fear of being caught, during our rather public explorations constantly 
battled with my excitement of someone watching us and enjoying the show. 
Usually my fear won out in the end, leaving Chris frustrated. He always 
understood however, which is why I was more determined to get farther 
without stopping him this time.

I kicked off my sandals, curling my toes in the warm grass. I stretched 
again before making my way over there to him. He was unusually quiet, busy 
with digging through the cooler he had brought. 

"Grab me some water, will you?" I ask him, breaking the silence and also, 
hopefully, whatever strange mood that has settled over us. 

He dug back in the cooler and brought out a bottle of water. I walked over 
to him to get it, and see him looking around nervously. 

"What's wrong?" I had to ask, as he was making me nervous too. He muttered 
'nothing' under his breath as he held the bottle out to me. He sat and 
stretched his legs out in front of him as soon as I took it. Looking down 
at him, I couldn't help but smile at him. Even though this was far from 
his first time...doing anything really, he was obviously nervous as hell. 
I couldn't blame him, I kept stopping him. 

Determined not to screw this up too, I sat gingerly on his lap, straddling 
it. He looked surprised and a little relieved as he shifted back to prop 
himself on his hands. I tried not to blush as I saw the position I'd put 
myself in. I set the water beside us and he was still just looking at me, 
waiting. 

I wasn't sure what to do. I hate feeling like I'm on the spot, I tend to 
act impulsively. Uncertainty gripped me, and I hated the awkwardness of 
it, it wasn't like we hadn't kissed before. I tugged on his shirt and he 
sat back up. I scooted back a little bit so I wasn't hurting him. 

He laughed and grabbed me by the hips, scooting me back up. The move 
thrust my knickers into the wedge of my ass. Now I was settled square on 
his hips, feeling the bulge of his cock pressed against me. My knickers 
should have been uncomfortable and they were a bit. But I didn't want to 
fix them in front of him and the pressure forcing my cheeks open was 
somehow nice. I almost wish that it had been between my pussy lips as 
well, spreading them as open for him.

As I squirmed on his lap, his eyes widened, and he finally kissed me. 
Though the kiss was still soft, it wasn't exactly gentle. I could feel the 
fire behind it, and I knew that he was holding back. I opened my mouth and 
even then he was tentative. I can't bear that. The Chris I know isn't shy 
and gentle; he is boisterous, passionate and utterly infuriating. 

Not knowing what to do, I kissed him back harshly, pressing our lips 
together fiercely, and driving my tongue into his mouth. I kissed him 
deeply and hungrily, the way I always do. I wanted his passion.

He moaned as loudly as I did, gripping my hips and grinding them against 
him. I couldn't help but squeak as his jeans rubbed me. He broke off the 
kiss with a chuckle, looking smug. 

I can feel my face heat up and know I'm blushing again. He has jeans on 
though and they were rough against me, with nothing but half bunched 
knickers to shield my pussy. 

"Shut up" I muttered, embarrassed. He smirked at me and held me close to 
him. When he kissed me gently, I let him. I didn't try to turn it into 
something more. It would do that on its own, as I found out. There was a 
slow build-up, as the kiss deepened. He broke away again before beginning 
again, and again. I felt like I was melting under the pressure of his lips 
on mine, his tongue coaxing me to go slow. It was no less intense than the 
fierce ones I was used to. Any embarrassment I felt was lost as he just 
kept kissing me. 

Slowly, he pulled my hips forward, rocking me against him. I could feel 
his cock hardening under me. He kept rocking me until I started doing it 
myself. He slid one hand up the back of my shirt to unclasp my bra. I 
barely knew what he's done until I felt his other hand sliding under the 
front of my shirt against my stomach. It crept up carefully, as we 
continued kissing. I could feel his hand sliding up and under my bra. I 
gasped, breaking the kiss, as he cupped my breast and ran his thumb across 
my nipple. 

My nipple hardened and I stopped rocking my hips. His prick was so hard 
beneath me, and my nipples were so sensitive. I could feel my body 
shaking. My pussy was throbbing, I could feel it twitching. It needed 
more. Closing my eyes, as if it could help me process all the feelings, I 
started rocking against him again. His thumb was grazing the same nipple 
and it all felt so good. 

"Can I?" he panted out, and I opened my eyes. His face was flush and his 
eyes dilated. I'm not sure what he meant but I nodded anyway. I catch on 
as he tried to lift my shirt and bra out of the way. After a moment of 
frustration he pulled my shirt completely off, and then my bra. 

I shuddered the moment his tongue flicked my nipple. I almost begged, 
though I'm not sure if it would have been for more, or for him to stop. He 
flicked his tongue against it again before sucking it into his mouth, and 
worrying it between his lips and teeth. 

Somewhere in the back of my head warning bells sounded: I'm sitting in the 
park, with nothing covering my top. Anyone could come by, I almost pushed 
him away. It was as if he could sense it though, as he ground against me 
harshly, and the knickers got bunched even further, pushing them between my 
lips, just as I'd wished for earlier. I gasped as I rode my knickers just 
as hard as I was riding his jean-clad cock. They were harsh and almost 
cutting against my swollen clit. 

I had to sit up some; I just couldn't take the feelings. It popped my 
breast out of his mouth. I reached down to dislodge my knickers, but he 
must have thought I was doing something else. He unbuttoned his jeans and 
pushed them down with his boxers as soon as I moved. Before I could say 
anything he smashed my hips back down. We both gasped as I felt a bare 
cock against my crotch for the first time. He wasn't penetrating me; he 
was sliding his prick back and forth through my lips. He was so hard and 
my clit was already so swollen. I could feel myself shaking, already so 
close to the edge of something I was sure would break me apart. 

He groaned and his eyes slipped shut. "You are so wet. Oh god, so fucking 
wet," he said, as if he'd never felt anything like it. He sounded so hot, 
and strained. I slipped back and forth against him, and he sounded needy 
as he moaned. It was quite the power trip and I had to lift the front of 
my skirt to have a look. 

There it was: his cock, sliding back and forth through me, and I had to 
stop looking. It was driving me wilder. He was panting, and I knew I was 
too. I bent forward to kiss him again, sharply. I felt him shudder under 
me. Warm come was spraying the underside of my skirt and his belly.

He slowed the kiss, and broke it softly. I was still shaking with need of 
my own, and I didn't know what to do. I stopped sliding against him. He 
gave me a brilliant smile, and hugged me close to him. I fought the urge 
to keep rocking my hips.

My heart was still beating too fast and him holding me wasn't quenching 
the hunger I still felt. I started to stand up, still confused. He pulled 
me down to the blanket and rolled me onto my back, half settling over me. 
He kissed me once more before moving down to settle between my legs.

"W-what are you going to do?" I was still shaken and I was still a little 
scared of everything. 

"You'll see. You'll like it, I promise. Please?" 

"All right" I said nervously, if it would just get rid of this ache. 

He smiled at me again before lowering his head and giving me a tentative 
lick. I moaned loudly at that small touch. I spread my legs wider for him 
and he licked again. Then he started in earnest, dipping his tongue in my 
hole, swiping it against my clit, and then sucking it a little too hard. I 
reached down to push him away; it was just to fucking much! I reached my 
hand down and tangled it in his hair. He sucked at my clit again, and I 
smash his face into me instead of pushing him away.

I didn't know what else to do; I just held his head there like I was 
afraid he would stop. I'd never had someone's mouth there, so it felt 
great. I sat up a little so I could watch, but I still couldn't bear the 
sight. Seeing him down there was so hot. My eyes slipped shut, and he 
seemed so greedy for me. I knew I was close again. 

My legs pressed up against his face almost trying to ward against the 
pleasure I was feeling; the pleasure he was giving me. He was sucking and 
licking at my pussy, and I knew I was going to explode. 

I heard a crunch and my eyes flew open. I could see a red Dodge truck 
creeping by in front of us. I needed to push Chris away. I was still half 
propped up with no shirt on with Chris's blonde head buried in my pussy. 
The truck didn't stop, but the window rolled down and one guy stuck his 
head out, while they drove by slowly. The guy didn't say anything, but he 
licked his lips and smiled. I couldn't help it, I screamed out, suddenly 
coming. Chris lapped hungrily at me, and my eyes were fixed on the 
stranger almost past us now. I fell back still shaking, this time with 
release. 

Chris sat up after one last lick, as if he was reluctant to stop. He stood 
up straightening himself back up. He spotted the truck he hadn't noticed 
before. "Fuck! Why didn't you tell me?" he almost yelled.

I blushed deeply. "I didn't see them at first." 

"Well let's get out of here. I don't know if they will call someone." 

I wasn't about to argue with him, and I was still trying to process 
everything anyway. We just quickly packed up our uneaten picnic and go. 

To this day Chris laughs at me, saying "How could I hear anything else 
with your legs pressing against my head? All I could hear was your moans 
vibrating through you!" He always looks a little hungry when he says it 
too. 

FIN