Chapter 35

As soon as the couple leaves the restaurant Debbie starts in the direction of the car while Alan begins going in the opposite direction. “Let’s take a walk in the park,” he says, tugging at her hand.

“Is that a good idea? You said you weren’t feeling well,” she says.

“I’m feeling a lot better,” he corrects her. “Besides, some fresh air will do me better. I do have a beautiful woman to fuck too.”

“Alright,” she says, giving in. “We ought to do this in the daytime with a picnic or something.”

“That sounds like it could be fun,” Alan says. “Sex in the park is not a particularly bad idea.”

“You know, we don’t have to wait until it’s a sunny day for that,” she mentions as they go deeper down the walkway.

“That’s true,” he agrees, looking up toward the sky as the wind seems to have picked up. There are heavy clouds covering up a lot of the night sky. Debbie catches him looking and looks up herself. When he notices this he says, “It looks like it’s going to pass us by.”

“Alan, you’re a businessman not a meteorologist,” she says with a giggle. “Those are rain clouds and they’re barely moving. We’re going to get drenched.”

The man leans over and gives her a soft, slow kiss, stopping her in her tracks. He nuzzles along her cheek over to her neck and whispers into her ear, “I want you to go into that stands of tree, take off your panties and bring them back to me.”

Debbie looks at him with surprise and curiosity. “What about all this wind?” she asks. “That may be a bit more exposure than I’d care to have.”

“You’ll be fine,” he dismisses. “Now, please do it.”

Debbie walks over into the thick stand of tree. She looks around rather self-consciously for a moment, though the park is pretty much empty this time of night. She lifts her dress and removes her panties. Balling them up in her hand, she walks back to him, all while trying to make sure that her dress doesn’t go flying up.

Alan takes the panties and puts them in his pocket. “Thank you,” he says. He leads her over to a bench and they sit down.

Although Debbie is somewhat aroused, she is also feeling a bit nervous. She keeps looking around, certain that anyone that is in the park can tell what she just did. Alan leans close again and kisses her as his hand sneaks its way beneath her dress to lightly run between her legs.

For a second time he whispers to her. “I have another task for you. I want you to go back into the tree and start touching yourself.”

Debbie is a little confused by the request, but she is also excited at the thought out it. Without saying anything, she stands up and head for the groups of trees. She stands with her back against one of them. Alan feels a little guilty for what he did down in the cellar with Hannah. It’s not like he is cheating on Debbie. In the type of relationship they have, there technically isn’t anything like that. He’s going to fuck who he wants, when he wants to. Debbie has the same option available to her. What he feels bad about is taking her to dinner and then sneaking off to do it. It’s one thing for her to be aware of it and another for her not to have any idea, especially when it was supposed to be a time for them. This little game he has devised is, in a way, a way to make it up to her. Even if she has no idea why, this is for her.

Again, ensuring that no one is looking her way or seeing her, Debbie runs her hands down her front, stopping at her breasts to squeeze them and tease her nipples. She reaches the hem of her dress and pulls it up to hold with one hand while the other starts playing with her clit. After a few moments, she thinks she hears something. She stops and tries to listen. But she cannot hear anything except the distant sounds of the park, nor can she see anything out of the ordinary. So she goes back to playing.

Her fingers are now dipping into her twat while the palm of her hand presses against her clit. She hears another sound. Again she doesn’t see anyone, and when she looks back to the bench, Alan is gone. She is now certain that it is him coming for a closer look. The thought of this arouses her even more and her hands start moving faster.

Suddenly, she feels hands running along her thighs and then moving her hand out of the way. Without speaking, Alan’s tongue flicks out against her clit while his hard fingers push up into her. She looks down to see the man that she is beginning to fall in love with. The scandalousness of this combined with the spontaneity heightens the sensations radiating through her core. His lips clamp down on her clit while his mouth muscle rubs against it. Debbie’s body jumps against his mouth. Her hands grip the tree. Her legs tremble. He gives her a fierce suck, pulling on her clit. Her body goes off. Debbie tightens around his invading digits. She cries out at the feelings racing through her body.

The man stands up in front of her and then his lips are presses against hers. Arousal is written all over his face. He has already forgotten the girl in the cellar. This is definitely all about Debbie. “Come on. Let’s go back to my place and continue this.” They haven’t been back to his place in a while. He suggested it without thinking. He takes her hand and they start to walk back toward the restaurant and his car. Once they get to the edge of the trees, they see what it has begun to rain heavily. With all that had gone one, neither had heard it start. Alan turns to her and says, “I guess we’ll have to run for it.”

Once they move out into the rain, they feel that it is incredibly warm. Debbie is suddenly more aroused than ever, especially with the idea that sparks in her head. She stops and looks around, seeing that the park is quite suddenly empty due to the rain. Wondering why they have stopped, Alan spins around to look at her with curiosity. She gives him a coy smile and says, “There’s no one here...”

He looks at her for a moment and abruptly pulls her against him. His hands go to her face and he kisses her deeply. “You’re right. There is no need to go anywhere.”

They begin to undress, fighting to pull the soaked clothes off, stopping to kiss and touch the newly exposed bits of skin. Finally, they’re both completely naked, arms around one another, their flesh slickly rubbing together.

Running her hands over his chest and belly, Debbie crouches down to sit on her heels. She runs her hands across his drenched prick. Her tongue licks across him, tasting the rainwater mixed with the precum. Her mouth closes around him, sucking and stroking. Alan is thankful for the rain for is washes away any sign of his taboo time with Hannah. Debbie pulls back to look up at him. “I need to feel you inside me. Get down here.” She lies back onto the wet grass with her legs spread. Then she reaches up to him.

Alan goes down onto his knees and then over her. His hand goes to a breast and he starts sucking one of her nipples into his mouth as he positions himself. The head of his cock nudges and teases against her. She puts her legs around the man and raises her hips, giving him total and complete access. He looks down at her as he slowly begins to slide inside to fill the emptiness. He pulls out slowly and repeats the torturous entry, over and over and over again. The languid pace slowly builds the tension inside her until it isn’t enough.

Debbie’s hands grip his arms. Her nails dig in. Her legs press against the man frantically. “Fuck! Do it fucking harder!”