Meet Me In the Park

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I usually don’t meet people off line, but after several hot chats with this charming young man, he convinced me it was about time I spent a little less time on the net talking about my fantasies and a little more time on my back fulfilling them.We had been talking about my fantasy of meeting someone at a nearby State Park and spending the afternoon making love in the grass of a secluded little valley I know; and since he lived only thirty miles from there and was very much into older women, he would be more than happy to help a lady old enough to be his mom fulfill her fantasy.He had the following Friday off, so we agreed to meet at the park around noon.When I arrived at the parking area, I stripped off the t-shirt I had worn to work and reached under the seat to get the red silk blouse I had hidden there earlier. As I did so, I toyed with the idea taking off my bra and greeting him topless, but my luck, it would be the wrong guy. Besides, I wore this bra for his enjoyment and, with any luck, it would come off soon enough.Once I was dressed for the occasion and my hair and makeup were done, I checked myself out in the mirror. I had worn my tapered leg “flirting jeans” that fit my soft curves just right, and my blouse was unbuttoned to show just enough of my ample cleavage to make the guys want to see more. Satisfied that I looked good, I sat in the car and waited.After a few minutes, a blue Camaro pulled up and parked beside me in the otherwise deserted parking area. I went over greet him, bending over to give him a good look down my blouse as he sat in his car; and as our eyes met for the first time, the look of nervous anticipation on his very familiar face turned to broad smile while my jaw dropped.“Eric???” “Well hello, Pat. I can’t believe its really you. Your profile sounded like you and I had fantasized that I would be meeting you here, but I never dared hope that I really would be.”My head swirled as I struggled for something to say. bayan escort beylikdüzü After all the build-up, the anticipation of a wild afternoon in the park, I discover that the charming young man I’ve been teasing was a friend of my oldest son and I had known him most of his life!! It was a possibility I was completely unprepared for and I didn’t know what to do.“Ummm …. I don’t know, Eric. This seems a little awkward.”“Nonsense, Pat. Would you really rather it be with a total stranger?”“Well, no, but …….”“No buts, Pat. Just relax and enjoy it.” Of course, his logic was simple and undeniable: Why was it that the mere fact that I had watched him grow up somehow made it more acceptable for me to do it with a virtual stranger than with someone I’d know for almost thirty years? In a way, he reminded me of another old friend whose understanding and simple logic had put things into perspective for me many times. I wondered what Jamie would tell me now; deeply regretting that I had let my own doubts and fears get the better of me and sent him out of my life rather than admit what my true feelings for him were. Would I be making the same mistake if I walked away from this?When I really thought about it, Jamie was very open minded sexually, so I had a pretty good idea about what he would say; so while I still felt a little funny about it, I nervously bit my lip and decided to explore the situation a little further and see where it goes.“So the fact that I’m your friend’s mom doesn’t bother you?”“I’ve always thought you were hot. In fact you’re probably the main reason I’m into older women. I probably would have fantasized it was you anyway, and getting the real thing just makes it that much better. Today my wildest dreams are coming true.”Blushing, “Yeah, right. Get serious.”“I’m totally serious; and I wasn’t the only one. Of course, we weren’t going to tell Mike we were all checking out his mom, but all the guys escort bayan beylikdüzü thought you had the best ass in town. Walk over to that tree, let’s see if you still look as good as I remember.”Feeling a little better, and emboldened by the thought of all these young bucks drooling over me, I walked over to a tree across the road and back, swaying my hips as I walked to make sure I put on a good show for him.“Damn, Pat,” he calls after me. “You still have a body that puts a lot of 20 year-olds to shame.”When I returned to him, he pulled me close and looked deep into my eyes saying, “I’ve wanted to fuck you since I was 16, and I now I will finally have the chance to explore every pleasure your body has to offer after dreaming about it for 20 years.” Then he leaned down and kissed me with a passion I haven‘t felt in years. I was still unsure, but as our tongues intertwined, the passion rose within me and I felt my misgivings crumbling like a sandcastle in the swirling waves of raw lust.Catching my breath as the kiss ended, I looked up at him, “Well, Eric, it looks like we are both going to fulfill a long time fantasy today.”Grabbing the blanket out of the car, we start walking down the path to the amphitheater. The sun is shining and the sound of the birds and the wind in the trees make for a perfect afternoon to fulfill my fantasy. I look at the bleachers and imagine the two of us performing on the stage while a group of people watches, cheering us on. I blush a little at that thought; but at the same time, it sounds very exciting.We laid out the blanket and I hesitate, nervously. “What happens if we get caught?”“The risk of getting caught just makes it that much more exciting, don’t you think? Besides, you DID say you wanted to be spit roasted by two guys … Maybe we could invite the ranger to join in.”Blushing, “Did I tell you that???”“It was in your profile, Pat.”“What else was in my profile that turned kayaşehir escort you on?”“The part about you lying on your back holding your breasts together so I can fuck them and your mouth at the same time. That definitely sounds like something I’d like to try; especially now that I know it’s really you.”My mouth goes dry at the thought, but other parts are definitely not.Moving to meet him at the center of the blanket, I looked up at him expectantly. He holds me tight, bending down to give me another deep, lingering kiss. His hands roam freely over my back and my buns as I reach down to rub his hard cock through his pants.Then he steps back a little so he can reach between us, and starts slowly unbuttoning my blouse, savoring each inch of soft flesh as it comes into view. When he reaches the last button, he slips the blouse off, revealing the lacy black under wire bra that shows off my cleavage to its best advantage.He gently caresses my breasts before sliding the straps off my shoulders; then slides his hands down to my breasts, cupping them in his hands as he pushes the fabric out of the way to reveal them in all their glory. He squeezes the soft flesh, gently teasing my nipples with his fingers before he slowly follows the straps back to undo the hooks. After slipping off my bra and tossing it aside, he steps back for a better look and just seems mesmerized by the sight of me standing there topless.“What’s the matter, Eric? You’ve never seen a woman’s boobs before?” I ask, teasingly.“You don’t know how many times I have tried to get a good look down your shirt. I’ve spent years dreaming of this moment.”“So was it worth the wait?”“Absolutely, Pat. Your body is even more beautiful than I imagined. Looking at you, it’s hard to believe you’ve ever had children.”“Well, they’re not as firm and nice as they used to be, but they’re big and soft, just right for putting your cock between them, with very sensitive nipples. Treat my nipples just right and I’ll be your slave for the night.”“Hmmm … That sounds promising.”He massages my full breasts in his hands, my nipples hardening at his touch as he strokes them with his fingers, then rolls them between his thumb and fingers while gently pulling out at the same time, getting a deep moan of pleasure from me.

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