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{ASS} Story: "Fun In The Park" {Leon Randall} (MFM VOY EXHIB OLDER
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"Fun In The Park" {Leon Randall} (MFM VOY EXHIB OLDER CON)

If you are under the age of 18 or otherwise forbidden by law to read
electronically transmitted erotic material, please do not read this.
This material is Copyright, 2010, Leon Randall: All rights reserved.
This is my first attempt at writing for ASS.  If you have any
comments, E-mail the author via stochastic99@hotmail.com

- - -

We had our eyes fixed on him.  With the changing pace of his rhythmic
stroking, there really wasn't much guesswork about what was about to
happen but, in any case, he told us he was going to come.  He had semi-
closed his eyes, tilted his head back and then made a low guttural,
almost grunting sound in anticipation.  Seeing Tony ejaculate, one
huge spurt followed by several smaller ones pulsing from his engorged
knob, the white stuff dribbling down his shaft, turned out to be as
much fun as we'd hoped.

To say my senses were heightened is an understatement. I was more
sexually excited than I had been for I don't know how long, and I
could tell by the way she squeezed my hand and was breathing fast that
Jan, my wife, who was enjoying this scene with me, felt just the
same.

Like Tony, we were both naked, feeling the breeze cool on our
perspiration as we half-reclined in the dappled light of a grassy,
tree-lined corner of the park.  We had chosen the spot carefully -
neutral ground and secluded enough where we could get away with this
outdoor "event" without interruption (we hoped, though the possibility
of being discovered by a passer-by added a delicious tension).  We had
just watched Tony jerk off while we indulged in some foreplay for his
visual enjoyment and our own building excitement.  That was part of
"the deal".  Now it was our turn to "entertain" him by.... what?  Making
love?  They would be the polite words for it but, the way we felt at
that moment, I think "root each other like rabbits" is closer to the
truth - and do so while he watched us and enjoyed the view.

This scene, with its blankets on the ground, the warm balmy day and
the bottles of wine we were sharing, was the culmination of a fantasy
which had later become a plan - a plan that had been a long, long time
in, if you'll pardon the expression, coming about.

Jan and I are in our early fifties, fairly recently married, and very
happily so.  I imagine that most readers of these erotic stories are
much younger than we are and probably think that sex over fifty is a
revolting idea.  Well, let me just say that those who think that way
will change their minds when the years have ticked over for them,
too.  I am pleased to report that we are frisky as rabbits, love each
other very much and have a great sex life - albeit, a private one
which doesn't, or at least until now, push any boundaries by involving
other people.

It's hard to prove this, but if our own life and that of our circle of
friends is any guide, most people's sex lives are much less
adventurous than is depicted in erotic stories.  In our case, we like
some porn (occasionally), and in that I'm lucky to have a wife who
shares that taste with me.  We're open with each other about what we
enjoy in sex and eroticism.  We freely acknowledge to each other that
voyeurism is enjoyable and, or so it seems to us, a natural phenomenon
- otherwise, what's the porn industry about?  We also both share,
though perhaps not to the same degree (me a bit more than she) an
interest in exhibitionism, which is the other side of the voyeurism
experience.

With those thoughts in mind, a couple of years back we decided to take
a journey into seeing if some of our fantasies and desires could be
fulfilled in ways that were fun, safe and fitted with our views about
not wanting to join the swingers scene.  I think we're too committed
to and jealous about each other for full swinging to be an option for
us.  We both admit to the finding the idea sexy, but both stop short
of wanting to actually do it, and have the other indulge in full-blown
sex with a third party.  Call us old fashioned, but that's just a hang-
up we have and we don't apologise for it.

So, you begin to see the dilemma: how to find ways to involve
ourselves in some shared erotic fun before we were too old to care,
with people we felt safe and socially comfortable with and who had
similar views about the boundaries we were looking for.  Basically, we
were hoping to find a couple who were OK with taking it slow, and who
wanted something along the lines of same room, own partner play.

Bless the internet.  It provides lots of ways to embark on a quest
like this, though the journey can still be very long (ours has been,
anyway) and with false starts and dead ends along the way.  We put a
toe in the water on small number of nudist and social relationship
websites.  We eventually discovered Tony on the RedHotPie site.  If
you're not familiar with it, it's basically a singles and swingers sex-
dating site.  We had put a profile on there, being honest about what
we wanted and didn't want.  There were a few couples on there whose
profiles more or less matched our desire for fun, and who also wanted
safe and slow, and Tony was on there, too.  Whilst not fitting our
match profile, he nevertheless contacted us and caught our interest.
He presented a profile which was quite unusual amidst the hundreds of
guys looking for casual sex.  Here was a married 49 year old male
within a marriage where the sex life was all but gone, yet a wife he
loved and didn't want to cheat on, in the sense of taking a mistress
or looking for casual partners for full sex.  But, he did want some
fun and an outlet within those bounds he had imposed on himself -
basically something based around voyeurism and exhibitionism, without
swapping.

Hmmm.  A bit left-field, but interesting.  Jan was quite taken with
the apparent honesty of the profile.  Indeed, we were both sensitive
to the "no sex, we're married" situation.  It really happens, and to
ordinary, everyday people.  I know.  It had been part of my earlier
life, where I had to rely on porn and masturbation but didn't do
anything "outside that square" for a very long time to change the
situation.  Anyway, Jan and I talked about him in a sympathetic frame
of mind and basically arrived at a "Hell, why not?" decision.  And, I
must add that Jan mentioned how he possibly held the promise to
deliver our beach fantasy.  Perfect!

We exchanged online flirts and messages, then emails followed.  These
were warm and chatty - and he could actually spell and punctuate,
something that's getting rarer these days.  Then we had a phone call
and he sounded really nice.  In the end (it took about two months in
all) we agreed to meet for a drink at a city bar.  We felt a bit
awkward as we set out that day but it turned out to be a very pleasant
meeting.  Despite having exchanged pictures, on the day you're never
quite sure you're going to recognise each other.   Thankfully, mobile
phones did the trick and it turned out we were within about two metres
of each other when calling to ask "where are you?".  We had to laugh,
and that broke the ice.  We settled into a table with a splendid
harbour view and proceeded to chat, lubricated by a couple of glasses
of crisp, cold Semillon.  Tony was friendly and charming.  It turned
out he was a lawyer with his own suburban practice.  Although people
can pretend to be what they're not online, in person he matched-up
well with the image we had formed of the person we had been getting to
know by email.  Whilst a bit nervous to start, he and we soon relaxed,
and the conversation moved from small talk to, well, "more
interesting" territory.

I'm sorry if this is too much detail about the background, but I must
insert here a remark about how strange it is, if you haven't done it
before, to meet someone in this way and begin a conversation where the
whole underlying agenda is leading to what is basically a sexual
encounter.  Behind our eyes, each was checking the other out.  It's
quite a surreal experience.  Is this guy someone I could like?  Does
that even matter?  What's Jan thinking?  Is she at ease with him?
Does she think he's attractive?   Would she be able to "do the deed"
with this guy as our audience?  Would I?  And so on.

When the conversation moved from small talk to the real agenda, it was
Tony who took the lead.  He said he loved our profile on the site,
thanked us for taking an interest in him and for being tolerant and
understanding of his "situation". That opening led us into the
conversational territory of relationships, sex and lack of it, needs
and fantasies.  I have never had a conversation quite like it, and all
three of us, Jan included, participated.  We admitted to liking the
idea of being watched, that a playing-in-same-room scenario with a
couple had been our first choice but that hadn't happened, and that
being watched by a guy was our beach fantasy.  Jan added that what she
liked most about porn was seeing guys ejaculate, and that was part of
her ideas of the beach fantasy.  When he heard that, Tony grinned like
a Cheshire cat, saying one of his favourite fantasies was to
masturbate while being watched.  We all felt pretty good that this was
going to work out.  It was time for a third glass of wine.

We left our meeting that day with an agreement in principle that we'd
meet again for our "fun" event one day soon.  Although we had briefly
touched on venue ideas, no details were agreed.  We anticipated
developing the plan over the coming days.  Jan and I had talked about
it, and long ago agreed that we didn't want to host in our own home
any event that may emerge, for lots of reasons.  For obvious reasons
Tony wasn't able to do so, either, so we needed to find a neutral
venue.   The nude beach immediately came to my mind, and later that
very week I went to our usual one and followed some of the pathways
through the bushland abutting the beach, hoping to find a suitable
clearing.  I was disappointed.  There was nothing remotely suitable.
On weekends Jan and I sometimes enjoy a BBQ in a nearby shire park.
It's an enormous area - a hundred acres or so - with a horse arena,
football ground, child's play areas, some camping sites, and more, all
scattered across and between a lovely tree-covered rolling landscape.
That next weekend as we had another of our lunches there, it hit both
of us that this was likely to be the perfect location.  Surely, amidst
all this, there was a place for us to play.  Hand in hand we fossicked
about, looking with fresh eyes and a new agenda at places we were
familiar with, and following pathways that were new to us, discovering
parts of this park we had never seen before.

We found a spot that looked ready made for us, and we felt like
naughty schoolkids discussing its merits.  It was a fair way towards
the park extremities, had trees and low scrubby plants on three sides
which shielded a little clearing behind a low rise in the path that
rounded the tress and led here.  It promised a reasonable glimpse out
through the trees of anybody coming along this way and the little rise
afforded some additional privacy for the ground on its down-slope.
Looks like we had our venue.  All we needed now was a nice quiet week-
day date to minimise the number of visitors using the place, and some
decent weather.  And, of course, the courage on the day to actually go
through with it, both for Tony and for us.

As you read right at the beginning, we did it.  The day dawned, warm
and clear but with a little rain expected late afternoon.   We had
chosen a Friday which, since I work for myself and Jan is a part-time
worker, we have off from work most weeks.  Tony juggled his diary and
we arranged to meet him about 11am in the main car park.  We were
making a picnic out of it, and emails had decided who would bring
what.  Wine, plastic glasses and holders, cheese and bikkies, ground
blankets.  Looking back, those emails were quite funny, mainly for
what they didn't say.  Anyone reading them wouldn't have guessed that
erotic show-time was the main agenda.

Jan and I were quite nervous that Friday morning.  Around 9am we
exchanged SMS messages with Tony to the effect of "good weather, all
systems go!".  As we had made love the night before we'd made some
wisecracks about "would Tony enjoy watching this?" and, changing
positions, "what about this?" but now, on the day, we didn't actually
talk about where we were going and why.  I think perhaps we were both
now a bit embarrassed at the situation we had engineered.  We just got
busy, packed our picnic stuff and headed off.  For us it was only
about a 15 minute drive, though much further for Tony who had to come
from the other side of the city.  As it happened, we arrived within a
couple of minutes of each other.  Our greetings felt a bit stilted to
my ears.  I think Tony was feeling a bit awkward too, now that the day
had arrived.  Amidst small talk about how nice the park was, and the
weather promising to be balmy, we unpacked the picnic materials and
Jan and I led the way deeper into the park.

We were all pleased to see there wasn't a soul about and we all
commented on it.  Tony made some remark about that being a relief as
he would be intimidated performing for a huge audience, and at that we
all laughed and the tension began to evaporate.  It truly is a lovely
place and our little chosen site was enjoying dappled sunlight and a
light breeze as we proudly presented it to Tony with a sweep of an arm
and "ta dahhhh" sound effects.  "Fantastic," was his response.  "Now,
what about this picnic?"

We set out the couple of blankets, basically adjoining but one up hill
a little from the other.  That was my idea, so whoever was sitting on
the upper side would be likely to glimpse anyone approaching. As we
fiddled busily with setting out some of the picnic containers, I think
we were all feeling a bit awkward again.  I opened a bottle of wine
and poured three glasses.  It was Jan, bless her heart, who broke the
ice.  "Ok, boys.  Let's get this show on the road.  I see way too many
clothes!"

We all laughed, and I felt relieved that Jan's remark clarified for
Tony and for me that she was comfortable to go ahead.  I think we all
took a large gulp at our wine.  I refilled, and suggested Tony sit
over there on the higher blanket, then pulled Jan down with me to half-
lie on the other one, facing him.  I made some remark about "With this
Dutch courage, I'll start," and began to get my gear off.  Having done
the nude beach thing, undressing, of itself, was no big deal, but this
had a different feel to it.  My joggers went first, then T-shirt, then
board shorts.  Tony was sitting, sipping his wine, watching me.  So
was Jan.  The moment came to step out of my jocks and suddenly there I
was, stark naked in a public park, my wife looking up at me smiling,
our new friend Tony looking across at me remarking "Bravely done,
Sir!" and we all laughed.  I was standing, about to settle down on the
blanket next to Jan, when her hand popped up and gave my penis a
little affectionate flick, and saying "Hello sailor."  I had been
pretty flaccid to that point, but immediately I felt her touch I
started to thicken.  If you're a guy, you know the feeling.  I didn't
get a full hard-on, but as I settled to the blanket with her, I was
sporting a nice-feeling semi.

I said something to Tony about keeping an eye out for intruders as I
turned my attention to now to Jan.  I was definitely warming to the
event at hand, and so was Jan as she nodded when I asked if I could
help her into "something more comfortable?"

"You just enjoy the view for a moment over there," I said to Tony as I
sat down next to Jan and began to undo her blouse.  Although we hadn't
talked about it prior, I can see now that she had dressed for the
event, choosing clothing both easy to remove and, if necessary, to
throw back on fast.  I fumbled with the buttons but got there, Jan
just smiling and sipping her wine as I did.  At last the blouse was
open all the way, showing bra and skin.  I eased the blouse off her
and carefully put it aside (within emergency reach should a passer-by
loom along the path).

"Looking good from here," Tony remarked.  "And from here," I added.
Jan just smiled, and sipped again.  The bra was next, and I confess to
always being a klutz in undoing them.  I slipped the straps down and
eased Jan into a forward lean to use both hands on the clasp.  "Need
help?" she asked.  But I didn't, and then it was off and her lovely
(and quite large) breasts were free to the air.

I haven't told you much about Jan's physical attributes.  For her age,
she's really lovely.  I know that sounds like a back-handed
compliment, but it's not intended to be.  She's about 5'5", pretty and
blonde (with a little help from the hairdresser) with gorgeous fluffy,
natural waves in her shoulder length hair.  She has the prettiest
eyes, almost green, and striking front teeth - but in a beautiful way,
giving her a smile to die for.  We could both afford to lose a few
pounds and she has a little tummy she's self conscious about, but it
doesn't detract at all from her.  She's got the curves of a woman, not
a stick insect, a lovely bust and a bottom that I am sure Rubens would
have painted if he could.  Overall I think she's gorgeous.  The way
Tony was looking at her and those breasts, he wasn't complaining about
the view, either.

There's something about guys and breasts.  We can't help ourselves.
As soon as the bra was off, I caressed Jan's left breast without even
thinking about what I was doing, cupping it, feeling its weight,
running my fingers around the pink aureole, then gently squeezing and
slightly "tweaking" the nipple in the way I know she likes.  An
"Mmmm," escaped from her, and she settled down a little more on the
blanket, closer to lying than sitting.

I was fully erect now, and throbbing.  It crossed my mind that this
was the first time I'd been in the company of another guy with
Willie's 6 inches sticking straight up!  And I didn't care.  I was
enjoying myself.

"All OK over there in the viewer's stand?" I asked of Tony.  "No
intruders?"  "All good here," he said, and made a toasting gesture
with his glass.  "Do carry on."   I took the advice.

It was time to turn my attention to Jan's lower garments.  Tony's eyes
were fixed on her as I ran my fingers down her tummy, over the band of
her light slacks and gave her pubic area a little rub with the palm of
my hand through the material.  Another "Mmmm" gave me permission to
continue and with one hand (the other arm was propping me up by the
elbow) I fumbled with the button, got it undone, found the zipper and
slipped it down a little.  This is a manoeuvre that all guys will
understand and also know that at this point you get stuck.  I was
intent on getting those slacks down to the ankles and off my lovely
wife, and having Tony enjoy the view as they peeled away but, with one
hand, it basically can't be done.  Jan, bless her heart, rescued the
moment, lifting her hips and peeling the slacks down, flexed her
knees, and in a blink they were off.

"There, that's better," she said, and settled back down on the
blanket.  She was a sexy vision of loveliness semi-reclining there,
breasts free and tilted a little to each side of her torso, the
nipples hard and aureole nicely crinkled.  It could have been the
cooling of the breeze on her perspiration that did that, but I don't
think so.  I leaned down and gave her left nipple a lick, then a
suck.  This drew another "Mmmm".

All she had on now were her undies, their pink and white pattern
covering her hairless pubes and the pleasure spots within.   From
where I was lying, I couldn't see her mound completely as it was below
the horizon of her tummy, but Tony could get a pretty good view.  He
was in exactly in the right position.  I ran my fingers lightly over
Jan's pussy area.  I just love the shape of her outer lips, even with
material covering them.  I loved the way they felt puffy, soft and
rounded.  The material of the panties was sheer, so I guessed that
Tony could see very well the shape of those lips through their
covering, and the at least the upper part of the cleft between them.

Jan sat up then, looked at Tony and said "Ok, Mister. Your turn while
I sip on my wine."  She tucked her right ankle under her other knee,
and leaned on one arm, holding her glass and taking a sip.  I'd almost
forgotten my wine, and had another large slurp.  I was conscious of my
penis sticking straight up in the air, throbbing with that full
feeling all guys know so well.  I really needed to slow myself down a
little.

Tony put his wine down, and said, "Ok, you're right.  My turn."  He
undressed footwear and shirt first whilst sitting, then stood to undo
and peel off his slacks.  He had a good body, more hairy than mine but
not grossly so, and his little paunch went along well with the fact
that we all had one of those.  As his slacks came off, his bikini-
style undies came into view, and had Jan and me laughing.  Emblazoned
on the black material were the words "Pressure Release Valve" in
white.  There was a substantial bulge behind these words and Jan
remarked, "So, there's some pressure to release, is there?"  His reply
was to the point.  "Oh yes. You'll see."

With a quick motion of thumbs in the elastic, Tony slipped his briefs
down and off.  As he did so, his penis popped out, erect and bobbing
about a little as he moved. He looked to be about my size, and maybe a
little thicker.  Tony had a manicured pubic hair zone which wasn't
fully shaved but his balls and around the root of the shaft were hair
free.  His balls were tight, too, and when I saw that I knew that Jan
would be pleased.  She's not one for huge hairy dangly ball sacs.

Now nude, he sat on the blanket again, taking a pose much as Jan had
done, sitting up.  His penis was fully engorged, like mine, and
pointing directly to his belly button, its circumcised knob large and
a dark scarlet colour.  "Hmmm, two nice cocks to look at," Jan said.
"On with the show."

Tony smiled, sipped his wine and brought his right hand down to his
penis, teasing it a little around the head and drawing a finger down
the underside of the shaft, and then back up.  He did this very
slowly, and both Jan and I were transfixed.  Without thinking, my hand
went again to her panties and I rubbed the mound there, firstly
drawing my finger up and down her cleft, then circling around over her
clit.  From experience I have learned that doing this gently outside
the material heightens her excitement, and builds to the moment when
the panties just have to come off to give unimpeded access to the
flesh within.  I wasn't conscious of teasing Tony this way - it's just
something Jan and I do but, in the circumstances, this provided a good
show for him with the promise of more, and was probably more erotic
for all of us than simply removing Jan's panties in the first moments
would have been.

As I stroked her, she reached and gave my penis a playful couple of
strokes with her hand.  I had been sporting a full hard-on for quite a
few minutes now and it had that throbbing, heavy feeling in the knob -
the sort of feeling guys know well - where you just know you're oozing
pre-cum, even without looking to confirm it.  Her strokes felt
wonderful, and dangerously close to climactic. Then she squirmed
around, quickly took me in her mouth and bobbed up and down, swishing
her tongue around and under my knob between the up and down stroke.  I
nearly lost my load then and there into her warm, wet mouth.  "Not yet
honey," I managed to gasp out. "Tony first."  She understood,
finishing that up-suck stroke, pulled her lips from my cock and
settled back down.  I moved back into position beside her and
basically went back to what I had been doing, stroking and rubbing her
gently while looking across at Tony, our "show".

"You're looking good from here," Jan said to Tony.  "I'm feeling good
from here," he replied, and took a last little swig of the wine before
setting the empty glass down.  "Yes, very good indeed," he added.

I figured the time had come for the panties to go.  I was pretty sure
Tony was going to blow soon and, if he didn't, I sure would.  I wasn't
sure what Jan and I would do for our part of the show but, whatever it
was, these pants had to go, and soon.  I eased them down a little at
the front and whispered "Care to help again?" to my lovely, nearly
naked wife.  She obliged with quick precision and now her pussy,
hairless and lovely, was bare to my touch and Tony's view.

For a few seconds Jan left her legs together as I stroked her as
before, this time skin to skin, and then her thighs parted - at first
just a little, then more.  Tony was staring, and said something like
"Very nice" as I played with Jan's pussy, now slipping my finger to
her inner lips, before delving into her vaginal depths, then out
again.  God, she was wet.  It felt wonderful to me.  It must have felt
fine to Jan, too, because she moaned, first quietly, then more
loudly.  I was in a little rhythm, now, finger slide down, dip in,
pull out, slowly pull up and dance over the clit, then repeat.  I
wasn't counting, but I must have made a couple of dozen circuits of
her pussy and clit this way.  I wasn't hurrying her, but my pace
gradually got faster and my pressure more insistent. I was doing this
by feel, looking at Tony and glancing now and then to Jan's face out
of the corner of my eye.  She was flushed, and watching Tony
intently.  Tony had a rhythm of his own: a hard down pull, pause, and
a slow, lighter up-pull.  His rhythm was getting faster too.  The
ultimate result of this was inevitable.  And then.... to where we came
in to this story.  He told us he was going to come.

Jan and I watched, enjoying every moment.  He had semi-closed his
eyes, tilted his head back and then made a low guttural, almost
grunting sound in anticipation.  Then, there was a huge spurt of semen
that splattered stickily onto his chest, followed by several smaller
ones pulsing from his engorged knob, a couple landing on his lower
stomach and the remainder of the white goo running down his shaft.
There must have been about seven spurts altogether, which is more than
I normally achieve.  Jan broke the moment.  "Wow, you've been saving
up.

Tony grinned, and made some remark about having made a mess.  Jan
responded, "That probably means it's our turn, now."

I absolutely was in agreement with that.  I was ready to explode.  As
Jan lay back flat out on the blanket, I shifted position to kneel
between her parted legs, and for the first time today was looking
directly at the pink lips I had been enthusiastically fingering and
which Tony had devoured with his eyes.  "My turn to enjoy the show,"
Tony said.  "Damn, I'm out of wine."

There wasn't much finesse in what happened next.  I was oozing pre-
cum.  Jan's pussy was positively dripping wet.  I shifted position
onto my knees between her parted legs - not a very adventurous
position but a reliable and enjoyable one - positioned my throbbing
cock at her entrance and slipped straight in or, I should say, plunged
in.  All they way.  She moaned.  I moaned.  I can't remember one
thrust being so long-anticipated and so pleasurable.  I paused, deep
within her, then pulled back slowly.  Tony, who was behind me now,
shifted position to the side, I presume to get a better view of the
action.

I was beyond just being sexually excited.  I felt on a hair trigger.
I knew this was not going to be a long session, but wanted to not put
on a one-stroke show.  I glanced around at Tony who smiled and gave me
a thumbs up gesture of approval.  I leaned forward, kissed Jan on the
lips and she kissed me back.  As she lifted her legs to give me deeper
access, I could reach down with my lips and suck on her right nipple
whilst still deeply inside her.  It was wonderful.  And then she
started her hip rhythm, taking me along with her as she often does,
helping set the pace.  I don't know how long I lasted.  Not very.
Along the way I felt Jan's muscles pulse around my shaft, and she was
moaning in that way I recognise when she goes over the brink and the
waves start in her pussy.  Then, as all guys recognise, I had that
feeling of tipping over the brink myself.  My shaft was full of semen
that had been pushing up and holding there for a long time now.  That
feeling of almost pain was building, from way down in my groin,
growing and moving upward.  Orgasm.  There's nothing like it, is
there?  And they really do have differing intensities.  This one felt
amazing, feeling like it was going to blow my knob right off the
shaft. And, I reckon the force off what I was pumping into the depths
of my lovely wife would just about blow her head off.  It was quite a
long one, too, though  I didn't count the spasms - maybe five or six
-  I had vaguely planned to do what the porno movies do, and pull out
and ejaculate where Tony could see, but there was no way I had that
much control.

Jan and I lay there like limp dolls, sweaty and sated.  A call of
"Bravo" came from Tony as I slipped out of Jan and back more or less
to where I'd started.  "Very enjoyable.  Now, how about more wine?"

Tony was close to being hard again, but ignored his excited state as
we all three relaxed and had a sip or two, enjoying the afterglow or
what we had just shared.

We were all nude now, and I am pretty sure we were all in the mood for
more, so it was rather a pity that Tony glimpsed some people, still
far off through the tress, but looking like they might be making their
way towards us.  He made some humorous remark about needing to move to
"a new form of action stations" and pointed.  A video of us in the
next sixty seconds would be hilarious as we all scrambled back into
adequate clothing.  Jan's bra was excluded and stuffed into a bag, my
briefs likewise.  We all looked a bit crumpled and dishevelled by the
time the people who had been spotted hove closer into view and
proceeded to walk straight on past the little hill fronting our
"secret" area without so much as a glance our way.  Their appearance
had broken the erotic mood, though, that's for sure, but.... Oh well, it
didn't really matter.  It might even have been a blessing, letting us
end the erotic portion of that day on a high note.

It really was a great day.  All three of us look back on it with a mix
of fondness, lust and humour.  We all had fun.  For the period we
needed, there were no intruders to interrupt our action, the wine was
good, the orgasms excellent and the company friendly.  We've met up
with Tony twice since then for variations on that basic theme, and
he's become a friend as well as a playmate.  Maybe I'll write about
those subsequent encounters another time.  For now, I will conclude by
saying that our fantasies did get fulfilled that day in the park,
harmlessly and enjoyably.  So, if you're over fifty and wondering....
try it.  It's possible.

(C) 2010 Leon Randall
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