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Subject: Parkbench
Date: Thu, 02 Jun 2005 13:21:45 -0700
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I had just gotten into Boston's Jamiaca plain on the Orange line and I
decided to enjoy the sunshine at the Arboretum. I walked the ten
minutes thinking about the rest of the day and all the things I was
avoiding. I am a professional procrastinater and was rather enjoying
the process I have raised to a fine art.
I found a secluded spot away from the main pathways. I barely glanced
at the person who
was sitting on a bench across from me.
I had started reading a magazine when I looked up and finally noticed
the woman sitting on the bench. She appeared to be intently reading a
book, oblivious to the world around her.
The first thing I noticed was her feet. She had these wonderfull
leather sandals that wrapped
her ankles.
I followed the curves of her leg and found she was wearing a beautiful
white sundress that flowed onto the bench. What truly caught my eyes
was the fact that that because of the way she was sitting
I could clearly see up her skirt. One of her legs rested upon the other
so my angle was not the best but I could see she was wearing white
panties.
There was a light breeze and I wondered whether or not she realized I
had such a view. I felt she could surely feel the breeze running up her
legs.
Fighting my emotions and dismayed that my view was a bit obsured by the
angle I attempted to return to reading my magazine.
I think I made through half an article until I could not help but look
up again.
To my suprise and delight she had moved in such a fashion the this time
I had and unobstructed view of her lovely legs and her crotch.I could
clearly see her white panties and the pinkness of her flesh
there.
I could barely contain myself but I did notice the long fingers with
red fingernails that held the book and the delicate way her hair fell
down around around her face. She had this womanly way of brushing it
away from her eyes as she read.
I am a rather shy person and I felt completely embarrassed when she
looked up from the book looking right at me. When our eyes met I
wondered if she could see inside me at the world wind of emotion I was
feeling.
My heart almost skipped when she smiled, oh my god, I think she knew.
I think at that point I felt like a child and it was all I could do to
contain myself. I smiled back and it appeared to me that she almost
broke into a laugh.
Ashamed and excited I flipped the magazine from my lap and rolled over
surrendering myself to the sun and a feeling of total and utter desire
and helplesness. I layed in that position for awhile but eventually I
had to look again.
She had switched positions and her feet where flat on the bench and
this time there was no question that the view I had was what she wanted
me to see.
The hem of her skirt was just below her knees and I could see her
panties tucked between her lips and her light brown pubic hair spilled
out around the edges. My heart pounded as I watched.
She looked at me with an almost complascent look and her hand made
their way to her thighs and she began to rub her skin with her fingers
trailing lightly with her nails.
Besides being shy I am not the bravest character in the world either,
but at that point I was hard and wet and my cock was screaming to
be set free of the confines of my shorts. I reached down and pulled
myself out as I looked to see if anyone besides her could see me in
that position. The coast was clear and my excitement level was
absoluetly unbearable.
She took one hand and moved her panties aside to expose her pussy and
the other hand began rubbing on side of her exposed wings.
She then took both hands and spread her lips and her head bent down as
her hair fell all around her. I could see her body tense and her
muscles contract and she seemed to give herslelf completely into the
act of doing so.
At this point I was soaked and mesmerzied. I did not even dare move. To
say it was a breath taking moment is not nearly enough
and there are just no words to encompass it.
At that point she began rubbing herself with her palm and never looked
up. Her legs moved rythmically and she began rocking back and forth. I
actually heard her moan and it was the first sound I noticed from her
the entire time and oddly enough it was the first time I took note of
all the sounds around me.
There seemed to be a particular energy in that moment and I was
completely lost in it.
Her sigh became a muffled squeal which signaled the oncoming rush of an
orgasm. I could barely breath. I could see her hand was wet and her
fingers where gleaming.
She started spasming on the bench and my heart, mind, body and soul was
wrapped within the site of her movements. As it ended she closed her
legs and rested her head on her knees.
As much as I wanted to go to her I knew in my heart the nature of the
event so I remained where I was needing some kind of release.
I was soaked with precum and I closed my eyes and began masterbating.
Never in my wildest imaginings would I have ever thought I would
masterbate in a public place. At that time I could have cared less who
saw me. At the same time I did not want to open my eyes. I was
masterbating for her and if I opened my eyes to find her not watching I
was absolutely going to die.
On this day fate had blessed me in so many ways because when I peeked
through my eyelids she was not only watching me but bitting her lower
lip and she had spread her legs again. She was looking right at me
and I was released in the knowing, in the moment, in her eyes.
At that point I took myself out completely balls and all and began
masterbating with a abandon. I felt like some wild
animal.
My orgasm started somewhere in the sound of the birds, it whipped
around her blurry form, it crashed somewhere around her feet and the
pavement and I was left gasping, staring at the grass.
I placed myself back in my shorts. I and no longer felt embarrssed but
some animalistic sense of peace and completion. I know longer felt
helpless but full and empowered. The longing to share that most private
of events had subsided to a dull buzz in my head and at the base of my
neck.
I layed down on the grass and looked at her. She put her feet on the
ground and straightened her skirt.
Her smile was one of the most lovely and wicked smiles I have ever
seen.
We shared an embarrassed laugh and she put her finger to her mouth in a
"let's keep this a secret" gesture.
I nodded agreement and my shyness returned as I rolled over to put my
magazine back in my backpack.
I was almost startled when I looked up and she was standing above me.
She dropped a piece of paper
on the ground and just walked away.
alicia22@yahoo.com was written on a page which apparently had come from
her book. Right next to
her address was the page marking. Page 1
yahoo:stormist1