Friday Knight Writers' Block

A Song is Born

© 2003 by Dark Vision

Reposted with permission of the author.

We walked to the park after dinner, just like we did almost every night. It had become a ritual that I truly enjoyed because I was able to spend some time alone with him. Our lives had become very busy and our schedules demanding, so I relished the hour or so that we were able to put everything aside.

The summer evening was warm, but a gentle breeze made it comfortable, if not down right pleasant. We arrived at the bench we shared on our little walks and sat down. I glanced at his legs, my eyes traveling up to his shorts and finally his bright blue eyes. He noticed my gaze, smiled and reached into the paper bag he brought with him.

"Why do you feed the birds?" I asked.

"I don't know, they just seem to always be here," he replied as he tossed small pieces of bread onto the ground at our feet.

I watched and giggled as the gray and white pigeons bobbed their heads up and down, picking the bread off the ground. I could never understand why the birds always wanted the piece of bread another bird had, there was always plenty to go around. I guess they were a lot like some people, wanting what other's had, but unwilling to get it for themselves.

It wasn't going to be like that for me any longer, I thought to myself. Tonight was the night that I was going to make a move, a move that the handsome guy beside me seemed unwilling to make for himself.

After he had turned the bag upside down and shaken the last of the crumbs onto the ground, he crumpled it into a ball and tossed at a basket at the end of the bench.

"Two points," he said as the ball of paper disappeared into the tall basket.

I grinned, and then said. "You scored!"

"I always do."

I wanted to say, 'yeah, but not with me', but I refrained.

Leaning my head back, I stared into the evening sky. I loved this time of night, not quite dark, but the stars and moon were visible. We sat quietly on the bench, me looking into the darkening night, while he glanced around the park.

"Looks like it's going to be a full moon tonight," I said, trying to break the silence.

"Yeah. Hey look, there's a shooting star."

My eyes followed his finger and I saw the last traces of the streak of white light. When there was another, I saw it first and drew his attention to it.

"Look, the sky is falling, the sky is falling!" I giggled and slid closer to him. "Will you protect me?"

"You know I will," he said as his arm went around my shoulder.

I snuggled close and put my head on his shoulder. Twilight was giving way and the white glow, of the big moon, bathed us in soft light. While we sat there, our bodies touching, I put my hand on his leg. Slowly, I began to stroke the top of his thigh, moving my hand closer to my goal with each upward movement. When my finger touched the hem of his shorts, he gently grabbed my wrist.

"What are you doing?" He asked.

"Please don't stop me," I pleaded, "I want to do this."

"Are you sure?"

"Very sure."

"Why?"

"Because, I have to know."

"Know what?" He asked and released my wrist.

My hand moved to his crotch and covered his bulging genitals. I closed my fingers around the growing lump and ground my palm against him. As his penis grew, I gripped his shaft and stroked him a couple of times.

He began to protest when I lowered his zipper and unbuttoned his shorts, but when my fingers came in contact with his cock, he just sighed. My target was still half covered with his white briefs so I gripped the elastic waistband and began to work them down his legs. He lifted his butt off the bench and helped me push his shorts and underwear down his legs and then he kicked them off his feet.

"Now I know why they all call you Dick!" I said as I took his thick member in my hand and moved my fist over the length.

"Who calls me that?"

"Everyone, well, at least the girls do."

"What girls?"

"The ones that are always following you around," I moaned as I took the velvety head of his throbbing cock between my lips and rolled my tongue around it.

"I guess the Gods were kind to me."

I removed my mouth, licked him from his heavy balls to the tip, and replied, "The angles must have given you this! The Gods would have been envious. Blonde hair, blue eyes and this thing, damn you have it all."

"I'm glad you like it," he said as I engulfed as much as I could and sucked him firmly.

I was getting so turned on that I couldn't take it anymore. I pulled my mouth off his cock, stood up and reached under my skirt. After removing my panties, I leaned over and grabbed the bench, pointing my ass into the air.

"I need that thing in me, I need it NOW!"

He stood behind my and I watched between my legs as he pushed my short skirt up onto my back, took his shaft in his hand and rubbed it through my heated wet furrow. When I felt him at my entrance, I pushed back and groaned as he entered me. As soon as he had half of his cock buried in me, he stopped.

"Are you okay? Does it hurt?"

"No it doesn't hurt, it feels great. Shove that thing into me, NOW!"

He pushed forward and I felt his hips against my ass. His arm circled my waist and I moved his hand to my breast. As he began to slowly move, I couldn't help but feel closer to him than I ever had.

I started to push back into his steady thrusts and moaned as he massaged my boob. He found my nipple and tugged on it, sending jolts of pleasure into my well-filled pussy. I could feel his cock thump against my cervix as he started to pick up speed and slam into me.

"Am I doing okay?" He grunted.

"Richard!"

"Yes Karen."

"Shut up and fuck me, I just got an idea for a new song."

"Wahhhhhhhh, close to you. Wahhhhhhhh, close to you. OH FUCK YES!

--Fin--

© 2003 by Dark Vision, all rights reserved