It was a beautifully deserted summer night. We were cruising aimlessly along the well-lit avenue in Bruce's Mustang. The row of high rise buildings ended and the dark grassy hills of the park dominated the view. Bruce slowed the car and examined the scenery thoughtfully. Suddenly, we were plunging into a dark and empty parking lot. A row of trees in the far end made it even darker; it felt cozy and private.
We stopped in a not so dark spot, near the walkway that led to the pond. Bruce opened his door and invited me out, "Come. Let's see the swan swimming and fishing." I followed close behind him as he led the way amongst the shadows. We walked off the stone path and onto the grass up to the edge of the pond. The air felt much cooler now than earlier in the afternoon when I chose what I was wearing. My short one-piece dress and sandals had outlived their usefulness as protective gear. It was summer, yes, but at 5,000 feet clear nights can be cold. I crossed my arms to keep warm.
Bruce must have noticed that I was almost uncomfortable and placing his broad hand on my shoulder pulled me towards him. If felt warmer and more comfortable. It was only our second date and we hadn't even held hands during the first one. A handshake had taken the place of the good night kiss, but I knew that we were about to move up a notch or two. I let him hug me and rub my arms and back to make me warm, while I buried my face in his big chest, not knowing what to do or expect next; it felt good. He lowered his face and kissed my head. I turned up, towards him and our lips found each other and met in a sweet and tender first kiss. I relaxed and heard myself purr. His hands were rubbing my back more vigorously, expanding their rubbing down to my bottom. He soon reached the end of my skirt and the direct contact of his hand with the bare skin in my thighs was electrifying. My arms undid themselves from the crossed-arm position and I wrapped them around his neck. The unintended result was that it pulled my skimpy skirt farther up, exposing more of my bare thighs to his warm hands. He seemed to welcome the change and his rubbing turned to kneading and squeezing of my ass over my thin panties. I felt a bulge growing in his pants, poking at my stomach, and that distracted me. I didn't even notice when the stroking of his hands on my lower back pushed my panties down and off. When I realized it, the elastic was unsuccessfully clinging to the rounded tip of my cheeks. He easily brushed it off once, and it quickly slid down to my ankles. I tried to stop it by spreading my legs; but instead of blocking its fall, I gave his hands more direct access to my crotch from behind. His tongue entered my mouth, unhurriedly and naturally, while his fingers felt and explored my labia, sliding easily in my wetness all along my vagina making me shiver. I didn't protest.
.... There is more of this story ...