Every day they went for lunch in the park, past the other lovers.

They would spread a blanket under the tree, and lie there staring at each other as they ate.

Sometimes she would climb on top of him, straddling his hips, fully clothed.

He was so much bigger than her, in height and width, with the big strong muscular chest she could rest her full weight on as she leaned forward and stared into his eyes.

One day they realized they were alone. Or mostly alone. She couldn't see anybody in the direction she was facing, and he decided the couple down the hill in the opposite direction weren't worth mentioning.

Convinced that she was convinced that they were alone, he slipped his hand up under her blouse, feeling the tautness of her small flat stomach, loving the little gasp she made at the contact, at the wild look that came into her eyes as she sat back just enough to give him more access, as his hand grasped her breast through the thin fabric of her bra, as he pulled the bra up from the bottom, over her left breast, and then over the right, feeling their weight and their heft as they bounced free, tweaking the hard nipples roughly, playfully, to remind her that he was in charge.

She moaned and wiggled her hips back so that she was positioned over his long, hard, thick, cock, and began to rock back and forth, gently but firmly, making him harder and harder and driving him to pinch her nipples and squeeze her breasts with increasing ferocity as the pleasure built within him and threatened to overcome him and her eyes glazed over and her breathing sped up, and the unmentioned couple on the blanket down the hill stopped eating and sat up to watch, the woman's hand beneath her dress doing something very busily, and the man rubbing himself very visibly and very vigorously through his jeans.

It was quite a scene, there on the hill in the park on the grass under the spreading trees, the couple further down the hill sitting on their blanket playing with themselves as they watched the couple further up the hill dry humping to beat the band, partially exposed, lost in the throes of ecstasy, about to come, his hips rising up into her, her hips pushing down into him, grinding, rotating, plunging, her breasts bouncing, his hands pinching, until his whole body went tense and he spurted and spurted and spurted all over the inside of his pants and she collapsed on top of him, having creamed herself thoroughly, her screams muffled by his hand on her mouth, while on the other blanket the other couple, masturbating furiously, each came in quick succession.

They lay there, four people, on two blankets, panting and gasping as people who have just come frequently do. They lay there staring in dazed amusement at each other. Finally one of them laughed. It doesn't really matter who started it, because soon they were all laughing, rolling around off their blankets and on to the green grass shaking with mirth.

High above them, all around them, and deep within them, God smiled at their happiness, and then God laughed too.