Sundown 
(P-M1F1, H-P, Rom, Exhib)
An erotic story by Katryna
Last updated 12/17/06 

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Author's Note: This story contains depictions of casual, unprotected sexual 
intercourse. Needless to say, this is purely fantasy and should be confined to 
fantasy. Such activities are extremely unsafe in real life, as they pose a 
significant risk of pregnant and disease transmission; hence, they should 
generally be avoided. And if you're dumb or clueless enough to have to be *told* 
that you should probably avoid sex altogether. 

Jennifer Parker yawned, pulled her arms up and back, and lifted her legs until 
they were nearly parallel with the ground, muscles tensing and relaxing as she 
stretched her slender body. The unyielding wood of the aging park bench wasn't 
the most comfortable place to sit, but she could tolerate it, and aside from the 
strife between the bench and her butt, she was quite comfortable despite the 
coolish weather, in her blue jeans, hiking boots, and ash-gray wool sweater over 
a red t-shirt. The young woman glanced around the park; there were a few people, 
far away, across the open field of grass--the "meadow"--in the center of the 
park, but no one nearby. She smiled and relaxed back into a sitting position. 

The park was good-sized, including a baseball diamond and a football/soccer/whatever 
field, and a public pool, all of them in the distance, across the grass and the 
parking lot. She was at the west end of the park, near the bank of the smallish 
river that marked its western boundary. The park had more trees than most did, 
particularly near the west end, and her location was fairly secluded. A single 
asphalt-paved path ran parallel to the river, and the bench was on a circle of 
asphalt that was almost but not quite connected to it. Most visitors didn't come 
out this far, hence there was only one bench. This part of the park was perfect 
for quiet contemplation and reflection, and this was part of her interest in it. 

Most importantly, however, was the view. Although there were trees to the north 
and sound that obscured the rest of the scenery in those directions, including 
the winding river and equally winding path, there were only a couple of scraggly 
saplings amid the grasses and vines on the steep slope of the riverbank. There 
were a number of trees on the far side, but they were mostly short and deciduous. 
This arrangement, and the westward facing of the park, gave an excellent view of 
the Western sky, and hence, of the brilliant sunset, just beginning, that she 
was now enjoying, as she had at least one evening a week for the last ten of her 
twenty-three years. 

She took a moment to run her hands through her coppery hair, smoothing it; a 
moderate September breeze and a half-hour walk from her apartment to the park 
had thrown it into moderate disarray. She had a brush in her purse, but she didn't 
care enough about the state of her hair to bother with it. She returned her 
hands to her lap, chuckling and rolling her hazel eyes about thirty seconds 
later, when another gust of wind blew her hair out of order once more. It was 
long enough the the ends of most of the strands were pressed between her back 
and the bench, which helped keep it from becoming a complete mess. She didn't 
bother to straighten it again, smiling and staring at an angle from the sun 
itself, watching the sky turning gold. 

Jennifer--she usually went by her first name--sighed and shook her head as her 
thoughts drifted back to the day, nearly eight months prior, when she and Tom 
had said goodbye. They'd both known that it was coming; the friction between 
them had been increasing, and he'd become distant and guarded; she had feeling 
quite restless and, he said, had become distant as well. She wondered if that 
was true, but she supposed it more or less was. She realized that despite the 
passion between them they knew very little about one another. 

Really, she thought, shivering slightly as the memories flooded back, the only 
way they'd connected was in bed. Her body, at least, he knew very well; she 
smiled wistfully and a little bit embarassedly as she remembered the time she'd 
spent squirming and panting on the end of his tongue or against his fingertips, 
or both. He hadn't been the first man she'd been with, but he'd been the first 
to make her come, and the first she'd ever gotten wet for without one of them 
touching her. She remembered the days spent waiting for her paper-grading shift 
to end, fidgeting in her chair as she thought about him, imagining him stroking, 
caressing, teasing, taking her, and coming home with a wet spot in her panties, 
barely managing to get her pants off before jumping him. 

She would grasp and clutch at his body, rubbing as gently as she could in her 
ravenous state, before he gently but firmly grasped her wrists, pulling them 
behind her back as he kissed her, guiding her to the mattress. He'd lower her 
onto it, sometimes turning her again, sometimes pressing her onto her stomach, 
before he released her hands, clambering onto the bed with her and kissing her 
fiercely as his hands roamed her body, leaving her gasping and her skin tingling 
in their wake. He would tease and caress her like this for minutes on end--occasionally 
half an hour or more, she remembered--sometimes keeping her on edge, sometimes 
sending her hurtling through several whimpering climaxes, and by the end she 
would be quivering, gasping, her skin flushed and sweaty and tingling as she 
begged him to fill her. 

She shivered again on the bench, feeling a hint of a familiar stirring between 
her legs as she visualized him climbing onto her, kissing her deeply and sucking 
at her tongue, still teasing her as he firmly helped her spread her legs and 
leaned forward. Her body would quake and quiver, her whimpers, gasps, and 
breathing accelerating as he rubbed his cockhead, teasingly, along her slickened 
lips, over her clit, firmly against it. She would sometimes push her hips up, 
trying to force him into her, but he always backed off, still teasing. 

Finally, as she lay still he would enter her. Sometimes this mean that he 
grabbed her wrists, pressing them to the mattress as he adjusted himself and she 
spread her legs wider, before he jerked his hips, plunging smoothly into her, 
holding her wrists as he ground his pubic bone against her clitoris and pumped 
firmly into her pussy, bringing her to a squealing climax before spewing into 
her. Other times he would tell her to roll over, either verbally or by pushing 
against her side at the right angle, and he would either slip into her carefully, 
if she was still on her tummy, or slam in if she'd raised her hips enough to be 
called "doggy-style." She had never climaxed without clitoral stimulation, but 
the force and passion of his thrusts and her hand between her legs invariably 
brought her off in short order, her pussy clasping and pulsing around his cock 
as she came, sometimes more than once, before he grasped her hips, slamming into 
her fiercely as he tensed, until he exploded inside her. 

She loved the feeling of his cock pulsing and her depths filling with warmth; 
with her two previous boyfriends she'd used a condom, but soon after meeting him 
she'd gotten on the pill. She'd taken it for about four months after they parted 
before her prescription was up for renewal; being without a partner she hadn't 
bothered renewing it. 

She sighed as the insistent tingling between her thighs grew, fidgeting a bit 
and trying to get her mind off of sex, reflecting that the fact that it was 
pretty much all she missed certainly said a lot about the quality of the 
relationship. She forced her attention back to the sunset, which, as the golden 
hue deepened, was truly spectacular. The clouds seemed to glow like butter movie-theater 
popcorn, though she knew that unlike the popcorn they weren't crunchy, and 
neither did they contain more salt than an equivalent volume of seawater. She 
sat and watched them for another few minutes before she checked her watch; 
including the sitting down, the stretching, and the fantasizing, she'd been 
there only about ten minutes. 

Faint footsteps on the path, a short distance to her right, caught her attention. 
She saw a man walking along the path, dressed in jeans, beat up sneakers, and a 
blank t-shirt. He was about thirty-five, she guessed with a smile. Tallish and 
dark-haired, his chin covered with stubble since, she supposed, his shave that 
morning, he was in pretty good shape and had a nice build. She couldn't make out 
his eyes yet. She smiled slightly before turning back to the sunset, expecting 
him to pass by. 

He didn't. She noticed him, out of her peripheral vision, pausing, standing at 
the other side of the bench. "Hi," He said, without a hint of being winded 
despite the brisk pace at which he'd been watching. 

She turned her head and smiled slightly. "Hi," She replied. 

He smiled back. "Do you mind if I sit here?" 

She shook her head. "Sure, go ahead. I'm just watching the sunset." 

"It's gorgeous, isn't it?" He replied, sitting down on the other side of the 
bench. "Really quite gorgeous." 

She nodded, a little absently, gazing at the sunset in silence for a moment 
before she blinked and turned back to him. "Sorry," She half-stammered. "I'm 
Jennifer." 

"Richard," He replied, and she smiled. 

"Nice to meet you," She responded. They sat for a moment, and she swallowed, 
glancing at him again, shivered almost imperceptibly. He was definitely handsome, 
and seemed nice enough. She pondered. "So...uh, you come here often?" 

"Oh, now and then," He replied. "Good place for a long, quiet walk, you know..." 

She nodded. "Yeah. I come down here a few evenings a week to watch the sunset; 
this place has the best view of it within a reasonable distance." She smiled 
inwardly; she was enjoying talking to him and just being around him was making 
her feel warm and cozy. She scooted a little closer on the bench, then glanced 
at him. He smiled. 

"Hmmm...I've never really sat down and watched it before," He said, shrugging 
slightly. 

"It's pretty nice today," She said, smiling. The itchy-tingling feeling was 
proving surprisingly persistent. She contemplated scooting closer again but 
decided not to. She wasn't sure what would happen and she didn't want to rush 
whatever did. 

"Yeah. Still...hmm...I did have a walk in mind," He replied with a shrug and a 
slight smile. "Care to join me?" 

Jennifer smiled thoughtfully, suppressing a quiver as she contemplated the 
prospect. She made a pretense of thinking about it for a moment, though her body 
had already made the decision; she wasn't sure exactly what he had in mind, but, 
though she'd be careful, she wanted to spend more time with him. "Sure," she 
replied, shivering again. 

"All right." He slid to his feet and extended a hand to her, smiling softly. She 
grasped it, giggled almost as if she was back in high school, blushed slightly 
at realizing this, and let him help her to her feet, then, to her mild 
disappointment, released her hand. 

She stretched, groaning, then smiled sheepishly as she fully re-registered that 
he was watching her. "Sorry," She said. "Just...you get kinda stiff sitting here." 

"Hmmm?" He murmured, questioningly, raising one eyebrow. 

She blinked, blushed slightly at the turn of phrase. "Um, I mean..." 

"I get it," He replied with an amused smile, and she kicked herself. She really 
was acting like a high schooler around him. It seemed strange, but it wasn't a 
big deal, she told herself, so she mentally dropped the subject. Plenty of time 
for soul-searching later. 

He began to walk along the path. She followed, a step or two behind at first, 
but quickly catching up to him. His pace was significantly slower than it had 
been when he arrived at the bench, giving them both time to enjoy the sunset as 
they walked, the breeze sending her hair into disarray once more. She sighed and 
shook her head, deciding not to worry about it. 

They strolled along in silence for a while, stealing sideways glances at one 
another from time to time. His eyes, she realized, were deep brown. He was about 
six feet tall, in contrast to her five-foot-four frame. She didn't try to 
estimate his weight, nor did she remember precisely what hers was; somewhere in 
the 130 range, she figured. Gradually, curiousity about other statistics and 
physical characteristics began to blossom in her mind, but she tried to weed it. 
"Get a hold of yourself, girl," She thought, and shook her head. 

"Penny for your thoughts?" He asked, about five minutes into the walk. 

She blushed rather deeply and swallowed nervously. "Um..." While she tried to 
find an answer that was neither embarrassing nor an obvious lie, she shrugged 
slightly and studied the path ahead. It was more or less straight for the next 
ten yards, but began to curve after that, roughly following a bend in the river. 
The curve was less sharp than the river's turn, however, and this left several 
yards of grasses and weeds, along with a handful of generic deciduous saplings 
planted two years ago as an erosion control initiative, between the path and the 
riverbank. 

"Hmm?" He asked again, smiling curiously. 

"Just...thinking about...when they put these trees in. Used to be a lot more 
bank here, as I recall..." She trailed off, trying her best not to seem 
flustered. She swallowed again, watching him, wondering how he'd react. 

He nodded. "Yeah; we lost almost a foot in some areas with that big flood three 
winters ago." 

"Yeah, I noticed. There's a big rock down this way that's a couple feet about a 
foot out into the river that I used to play on when I was a kid. Except it was 
connected to the bank back then." He nodded again. "I think the main issue is 
this crumbly soil," She continued "It's practically mud most times of the year." 

"You work here or something?" He asked with a slightly amused smile. 

"Nah," She replied. "Though I did some work here for a couple of my classes; I 
minored in geology." 

"I took one geology course and I remember less than a tenth of it," He confessed, 
and she shrugged. "So what's your major?" 

"Environmental resource science." 

"Sounds complicated," He replied. "So are you still in school?" 

"Postgraduate study," She explained. "Working on a Master's." 

"Good for you," He replied with a smile. 

"So what do you do?" She asked after a moment. 

"CIS. Generic whitecollar, really," He responded, and shrugged. 

"Cool," She replied, blushing slightly and once again feeling like a 
highschooler. 

They continued along the path in silence for a moment, approaching the southern 
end of the park. The trees to their left had thinned out a little, but there was 
a large, shady oak that she remembered climbing in as a girl. A few yards away 
was a birdbathesque metal drinking fountain. She paused for a moment, looking 
around. The sun was setting, and the shadows were lengthening, but they still 
had at least an hour of decent light left; and, she thought a good half-hour 
before the gates of hell itself began to pour forth, replenishing the local 
population of mosquitos. Although the damn bugs hadn't been nearly as bad this 
year; the fish the county had introduced to eat their eggs and larvae seemed to 
have been a good investment. 

"Wanna stop for a moment?" He asked, glancing at her curiously. 

She noticed him noticing her body, and she smiled, shivering almost 
imperceptibly. "Sure," She replied. "Kinda thirsty." 

"Yeah, me too," He replied. Neither of them was breathing hard. 

Jennifer smiled and walked smoothly to the fountain, him following about three 
steps behind her. She paused next to the fountain, giving him space around it, 
and cocked her head. 

"Ladies first," He said with a smile, and she suppressed a giggle as she smiled 
back. 

"Are you sure?" 

"Really, its fine." 

"Heh, we're going to keep going in circles with this forever, aren't we?" She 
asked, rhetorically. 

He nodded. "I suppose we could always both..." 

She smiled and bent over, more than she really needed to to reach the fountain 
faucet, and pressed the button on the faucet. After about a tenth of a second it 
began to spew out a good, strong, stream of water rather than the tiny "please 
lick the germ-covered faucet" streams of most drinking fountains. This was 
something she's always appreciated about this park. Her tongue darted out, 
carrying some of the water to her mouth, then took a long, embarassingly loud 
but gratifying slurp at it. He stooped down on the other side of the bowl, and 
took a slurp of his own. They traded off several times, both drinking their fill, 
before, on the seventh set of slurps, their lips met, pressing softly together 
as the water splashed their cheeks and dribbled down their chins. 

They kissed, softly, for a moment before they stood up and wiped their chins 
with their sleeves. She smiled, shivering slightly again. "Why don't we sit down 
and relax for a bit," He suggested, and she nodded. He smiled and lead her 
toward the oak tree, sitting down smoothly in the soft, shaded grass, about 
twenty feet from the path. She glanced at it; it ran straight to their left for 
about twenty yards before it began to curve back inward, and she could see most 
of fifty yards through the curve along the way they had come. 

Jennifer sat down beside him, her legs stretched out and ankles crossed, her 
right knee barely touching his left. She smiled, and this time did giggle 
nervously. He smiled back, and gently wrapped his arm around her shoulders, 
hugging her lightly against him. "Your hair is really lovely," He commented, 
lifting his right hand from his shoulders and stroked it softly. 

She smiled. "Really? The wind always fucks it up..." She paused, blushed. "Err, 
pardon my..." 

"It's fine," He replied, slightly amused. "But really, it's beautiful. Nice and 
natural, too." He cocked his head and raised an eyebrow. 

"Yeah, it is," She replied, blushing as she considered the connotation of being 
"a natural redhead." It wasn't applicable to her, however; like that of many 
people, her pubes were darker than the hair on her head. She hadn't shaved, she 
reflected, since she'd broken up with Tom, and she blushed slightly at this. 

He smiled, leaning closer, and she lifted her head, shifting a little in 
response. His right arm returned to her shoulders, hugging her close as their 
lips pressed gently together once more. She purred softly as she kissed him, her 
lips slowly parting, and his tongue slid smoothly past them, circling hers. Her 
body slowly grew warmer as she kissed him deeply, her hands, after a moment, 
finding his body. Her left arm wrapped around his back, and her right hand she 
gently placed on his left shoulder. 

They kissed deeply and passionately, and she could feel her heart rate 
increasing slowly, pacing impatiently as it waited to race. She turned her torso 
slightly, her smallish breasts pressing against his chest as he turned in synch 
to face her. Her eyes slowly closed as she sucked at his tongue eagerly, and she 
gasped softly and happily when she felt his left hand begin to caress her 
shoulders and chest, working steadily downward as her pulse increased further. 
Her hands began to roam his back and chest as they kissed, and she felt his 
right hand brushing up and down her spine. 

She quivered slightly as his left hand reached the periphery of her left breast 
and began to gently caress and knead it, working in a circle around it before 
gently cupping it. Her pulse began to crescendo as she pressed herself firmly 
into his touch, her hand sliding down his chest and across his stomach. His hand 
squeezed her breast gently, his thumb rolling over her nipple through her shirt, 
sweater, and bra; it felt surprisingly nice given the padding. Both of them were 
breathing hard and deep. His hand left her breast and moved smoothly to her left 
inner thigh, just above the knee, squeezing and caressing a bit. 

She purred, parting her legs a bit as he touched her, still kissing fiercely. 
Her slender body shivered again as her hand drifted past his belt to grasp the 
bulge in his jeans. He gasped and groaned happily into her mouth as she squeezed 
and began to knead it. His hand slide steadily up her thigh, and she spread her 
legs further as it passed the halfway point. She could feel the tingle between 
her legs becoming a flame as she kissed him, her tongue circling his. Slowly his 
hand slid up her leg, until at last she spread her legs further still, feeling 
him cupping her pussy through her jeans and, she suspected, rapidly soaking 
panties. She concentrated for a moment on her sensations, and they confirmed her 
expectations; she was definitely quite slick. She shivered happily and pressed 
herself firmly against his hand, kneading and caressing his cock through his 
jeans. 

After a moment his hand released her crotch, sliding up to her waist. She 
swallowed, breaking the kiss for a moment and smiling nervously as he undid the 
button of her jeans, then unzipped them. He smiled, pausing to brush her cheek 
with one hand before he slipped his left hand under her jeans, cupping her again 
through her panties. He grinned, and she blushed, as he felt the wet spot on her 
panties, and began to squeeze and knead her pussy through them, teasing her. She 
panted, whimpering pleadingly, and after a moment he slid his hand out of her 
jeans. She was about to protest when he slipped his fingers under the waistband 
of her panties, and she moaned softly, arching as she felt them slipping easily 
along her slickened lower lips. He caressed her pussy like this for a moment, up 
and down, pressing firmly on her clitoris each time he passed it. 

She was gasping and squirming by the time he raised his hand to her upper lips, 
and she opened, almost instinctively sucking her juices from his fingers. When 
she had cleaned his left hand, he hooked the fingers of both hands into the 
waist of her jeans, grasping both it and the elastic waistband of her panties, 
and began to tug. She felt them slipping down slightly, but her seated position 
was mostly preventing him from pulling them down further, at least without using 
far more force than should be necessary. She thought for a moment, swallowed, 
then placed her hands on the ground, lifting her butt slightly. He wasted no 
time in pulling her jeans and panties together out from under it, pulling them 
to her knees. She swallowed, blushing as she sat again, feeling the cool grass 
pressing on her butt, glancing at her lavender panties and blushing deeply at 
the conspicuous wet spot. 

Her eyes darted to his left hand and followed it as he slowly returned it to her 
pussy, cupping and caressing the dampened folds. She gasped, blushing a bit more 
as she watched his fingers softly caress her furry mound and her glistening lips, 
breathing harder as he touched her. She felt little bolts of pleasure sizzling 
through her body where his fingers brushed and rubbed her. Gasping, trying not 
to moan for fear of attracting attention, she tried to pull her thighs further 
apart. Her jeans prevented this, so she leaned forward and quickly pushed them 
down to her ankles, and she spread her legs further, giving him the room he 
needed to work on her. 

She glanced around them quickly, returned her attention to his hand, then gasped 
and stiffened as her brain registered something her eye had caught. A quick turn 
of her head towards the direction they'd walked here from confirmed her 
suspicion, and her eyes widened. Another couple was strolling along the path, 
about fifty yards away. She couldn't see much detail from this distance but they 
were both in blue jeans and light jackets; his was a grey [?], and hers was a 
blue knit pullover. His hair was light brown, hers was darker. 

Jennifer's heart shifted suddenly and nearly broke a gear, as both their 
presence and the movement of Richard's hand against her pussy--and her own 
reflexive responses--fully registered. She felt herself tensing from a 
combination of pleasure and alarm, turning her head back toward him. "There's...someone...coming!" 
She whispered tensely, between gasps and suppressed whimpers. She looked over 
her head again; the couple was clearly walking briskly, as, between the time she'd 
spent staring and her turning around, they'd narrowed the distance to forty 
yards. She gasped and shuddered as his fingers caressed her, whimpering 
anxiously, realizing her hand was still clenching the bulge in his jeans, 
squeezing almost mechanically. 

She gasped, startled as his other hand grasped hers, guiding it to the zipper of 
his jeans. Instinctively she opened it, mortified at what she was doing and how 
she was responding. She felt his hand guiding hers into the opening of his 
zipper, and she grasped his cock through his underwear, firmly, before fishing 
it out. "Get a hold of yourself, girl!" She mentally yelled, but her body wasn't 
listening. The growing alarm at the presence of the other couple was impeding 
her arousal somewhat, but she could feel herself inching closer with every 
gentle nudge of his fingers against her clitoris. His shaft pulsed in her hand, 
throbbing in time with his pulse, his arousal evident. 

He reached out and grabbed her shoulder, easing her onto her right side, facing 
the path. She swallowed, neither resisting nor helping, paralyzed between the 
stabbing alarm-going-on-panic in her chest and the raging fire between her legs. 
She risked another quick glance; the couple was barely twenty yards away. She 
studied them for a moment; they looked to be in their mid to late twenties. "No...they'll 
see..." She half-murmured, half-moaned, half-heartedly, grading into an excited 
gasp as his hand caressed her, first through her t-shirt and sweater and then on 
her bare skin as it drifted downward. She whimpered as his hand left her wetness 
momentarily, her face flushing again as he lifted her left leg. 

She felt him scoot behind her, and she gasped happily as he wrapped his left arm 
around her, his fingers parting her slippery folds once more. "Please..." She 
murmured, wondering if she really meant it, even as she stared, flushed and 
gasping, at the couple, now roughly ten yards from them. They both smiled and 
stared, making no pretense of looking away or ignoring her, and she whimpered 
softly, reddening further in response. 

"Shhh...relax..." He breathed in her ear, and she gasped as she felt him moving 
behind her, then the sudden fullness and warmth in her belly as his cock slipped 
easily into her. She moaned, clamping down on his shaft with her muscles, 
feeling her body tensing around him. She half-closed her eyes in response, 
whimpering, trying desperately not to cry out as his fingers strummed her 
clitoris and his cock filled her, her pussy grasping it aggresively. 

He began to gasp, pulling out halfway and pushing into her, and she whimpered 
louder. Her heart was racing, and she felt the orgasm building deep inside her, 
the strength of the ripples of pleasure spreading through her body promising a...Jenniferquake, 
she supposed, smiling momentarily. His cock was throbbing inside her, and she 
felt his right arm slipping under and around her chest. He squeezed her tightly 
and thrust himself deep inside her, grunting, his fingers quivering against her 
sensitive clitoris. Her hands, idle since the dilemma of the couple's appearance, 
found his right hand and gripped it tightly, her back arching against him as 
they both tensed. Another thrust, and he squeezed her tighter, rubbing harder as 
she clenched her teeth, on the edge. She stared through half-closed eyes at the 
couple as they came to the point on the path nearest her and her lover, 
whimpering as her panic amplified her arousal. They stopped, staring back, 
holding hands and smiling appreciatively and almost leeringly. 

Richard jammed himself deep into her pussy, burying his cockhead in her belly as 
he groaned, and she felt his shaft pulsing, followed within milliseconds by a 
delightful feeling of warmth spreading inside her. His hands clenched; his right 
hand grasped hers powerfully as his left index finger scraped and quivered 
across her clitoris. That was the last straw; she arched her body, throwing her 
head back and closing her eyes tight, her face visibly tensing as she screamed 
with the onset of her climax. She quaked against him, feeling him throbbing and 
spewing into her as she pulsed and clenched around him. She moaned, loudly, in a 
sort of stacatto between gulps of air as the orgasm blasted through her. 

After nearly twenty seconds she collapsed, body quivering, onto her side. Her 
pussy fluttered and squeezed, softly, but her contractions had subsided. Slowly 
she opened her eyes, slowly lifting her eyes to the couple, feeling her cheeks 
burning with embarassment. They both smiled knowingly at her, and after a moment 
they turned and began to continue down the path. 

Jennifer closed her eyes and shook her head, thoroughly embarassed and satisfied 
at the same time. A soft, warm feeling of juxtaposed contentment and excitement 
settled over her. She smiled weakly over her shoulder, still breathing hard, to 
Richard, who returned the smile before leaning to kiss her gently. With a soft 
moan, she reciprocated, sighing softly as she felt his softening cock slip out 
of her, followed by a trickle of his sperm. 

A shadow crossed her face as she reflected on that. She blinked and swallowed, 
looking down at her crotch as her stomach tightened with fear. He'd spurted an 
unusually large load into her, she guessed, and she wasn't on the pill. She 
turned her head once more to look at him, swallowing nervously as she tried to 
remember the date of her last period. It had been almost two and a half weeks...she 
sighed, partially relieved; at least this wasn't at the peak of her cycle. 

"You ok?" He asked her, slowly catching his breath. 

She nodded slowly. "Yeah...I...I should be all right." 

He hugged her close and kissed her gently again, then reached down, tucking his 
slippery cock into his pants. He zipped them, then cocked his head meaningfully 
towards her own half-nudity. She smiled, blushing slightly, and quickly pulled 
her jeans and panties up together, buttoning and zipping them. He shrugged 
slightly as they gazed at each other. "So, um...what are your plans now?" 

Jennifer thought for a moment. She was at an off time in her cycle, so there 
wasn't much risk...but still...she blinked, wincing slightly. "Well...I'd better 
stop by the pharmacy..." 

He stared at her for a moment, then nodded, looking at her apologetically. "Sorry...I...didn't 
even think about that..." 

"Don't be," She whispered, turning to face him. "I didn't either. I coulda...I 
dunno..." She shrugged. "What are your plans?" 

"Well, I'd better let you take care of that," He said, smiling grimly. 

"All right," She replied, smiling warmly in response. Her expression changed to 
one of almost girlish uncertainy for a moment. "Are...you gonna be here...tomorrow?" 
She asked, slowly and cautiously to avoid stammering. She shivered involuntarily 
at the prospect. 

"I don't usually come here on Thursdays," He replied, thinking about it for a 
moment. "But I don't see why not. And I really enjoy your company..." He brushed 
her cheek lovingly and smiled. 

She nuzzled his hand softly. He shifted his body and struggled to his feet, 
shivering slightly himself, before reaching down and offering her a hand. She 
took it and he helped her to her feet, then helped hold her steady as she 
wobbled slightly. Beyond the warm-fuzzy emotions, she felt lightheaded and 
drained after that orgasm, and it took her a moment to regain her balance. She 
smiled weakly. "I guess I'll see you here tomorrow, then?" 

He nodded. "Same time?" 

"Uh huh. Sunset. I'll be waiting...at the bench? If I get here first..." She 
shrugged. 

"Same, then," He said, gently grasping her chin, drawing her to him and kissing 
her tenderly for a moment, his arms wrapping around her body and holding her 
lovingly against him. When they finally broke they kiss they both smiled. "Well, 
I'd better get going," She said at last. She half-turned back toward the path on 
the right, preparing to head back to the bench to orient herself, smiling at him 
over her shoulder. 

"See you tomorrow," He replied, smiling back and turning toward the path on the 
left. Jennifer finished her turn and they both began walking. After a moment, he 
turned his head and called over his shoulder, "And this time I'll bring a 
raincoat." She paused and blinked, then smiled over her shoulder, blushing 
slightly, as she realized what he meant. She thought idly about chiding him for 
presumptuousness, but she knew in her heart and other portions of her anatomy 
that his assumption was entirely correct. She resumed walking, glancing over her 
shoulder at him one more time, then looking to the West; the sun had almost set, 
and the light was fading. She continued walking, a little faster, glancing to 
her left every once in a while to enjoy the sunset, wondering if Richard was 
even now doing the same. 

Three hours, two cans of store-brand "Spaghetti-O's"-wannabe pasta, one morning-after 
pill, and a warm, soothing shower later, Jennifer parker slipped into a nice 
comfortable pair of pajamas and stretched out under the covers on her bed. She 
smiled softly as she reflected on the day and its events. As she thought back to 
the lovemaking, her right hand slowly drifted into her pajama bottoms, and she 
purred softly, remembering the feel of his hand against her. 