The Exhibitionist and The Voyeur Cross Paths

There’s a park I like to go to. It’s usually not very occupied, allowing me a better comfort level of just being somewhere alone.
And affords the luxury of being naughty, as well, if I feel the urge.

I have a spot I go to – full, lush well-kept grass with a few benches near the walkway. Little bit back there’s a picnic table I can toss my stuff on, or sit at if the ground becomes too unrelenting. If I feel naughty, I can move my blanket back behind the picnic table and I go unnoticed to most people walking.

The day in question I went to the park with a purpose. I wore a skirt – left the panties in the car. My top was of the faux-wrap style (meaning, for the men here, that the top portion is styled to look the way a robe would look – one side of fabric “wrapped” over the other. Quite honestly…unless I tack some of these tops closed with a stitch or two, they can gape and show a whole breast if I’m not careful.) and I removed my bra in the car as well. I had two books – one was the actual fiction I was currently engrossed in, the other was one of my short-story erotic anthology books. I had everything needed to relax for a good hour or two. And, oh yes, a discreet bullet vibe. What, you didn’t expect me to be without one now did you?

I laid down on my blanket on my stomach, facing the walkway. I’m about oh….I’m terrible at judging distance…15 feet back from the walkway? 20? At first I’m all alone. I lay there reading – my cleavage is exposed as my shirt gapes open a bit, my legs bent with my feet curled towards my ass. After a little while I notice this man sitting on the bench on the opposite side of the walkway, facing me. He is smoking, and reading a small thin paperback. I think I’ve seen him here before. Very dark hair. A little bit older than me. Handsome. Bad-boy aura about him. Hmmmm….

I slowly and casually let one hand drift underneath the fabric of my shirt, brush over a hardening nipple, and arrange things so that I’m showing off even more of my breasts. I go back to reading and out of the corner of my eye I think I see him staring at me. As I glance up, though, he is reading. I change positions, rolling over to lay on my back. My head still closer to the walkway but if I turn my head to the side I can see him perfectly. He can see now a great view down my shirt which is gaping more as my breasts fall towards my collarbone. He can see my legs which are bent up a bit and I’ve let my skirt slide down, exposing more leg. I glance over and catch him watching me for a split second. I smile to myself. Game on.

I read, and slowly my hand toys with fabric here and there – exposing, covering up. Trailing over my skin. I see him shift on the bench a few times. Lowers his book to his lap and reads from a bit of a distance. Oh gee, I wonder why? In the guise of getting out from the sun I move my blanket back towards that picnic table more. Not behind it but beside it, and I’m in the shade. I resume my position. This time, my hand trails down my thigh and my legs part a bit. I idly run a finger up and down my wet slit. I see movement and I freeze. He got up and moved to a closer bench. He has abandoned his book; he is sitting there casually smoking, eyes narrowed and now staring blatantly at me with one hand on the bulge in his pants. Cocky fucker.

I stared him right back and smiled slightly. I sat up for a moment and slyly pulled out my bullet vibe. As I looked over my shoulder in one direction scanning for people, I noticed him doing the same. All clear. Books are forgotten. As I press the vibrating bullet to my clit I slip a hand under my shirt and pinch a nipple. When I pull away my breast is left almost completely exposed. I close my eyes, and lose myself for a minute in the exquisite vibrations. I sense a change in the air around me and look up to see him walking towards me. He walks past me and sits on the picnic table bench, facing the table and me. He can see my exposed cunt. He is close enough to smell my arousal. His cock is now in his hand and he is staring at my fingers and the vibe, just watching intently.

After a few minutes I get up and sit beside him on the bench, but I am facing away from the table, towards the woods. I stare into his eyes for a moment and then watch him stroke. He trails his other hand first up to my shoulder and then down to my collarbone, and then lightly caressing and teasing my breast, nipple. He pushes the fabric aside more. Leaves me exposed. His hand falls to my lap. Pulls my skirt to reveal my cunt to broad daylight. Slips a finger around in my slutty wetness, easily slides one into my slit, and oh-so-briefly penetrates me. He gets up from the bench and stands in front of me. Back about 4 feet, watching my bullet being massaged over my clit, seeing how wet I am. Stroking. I am mesmerized. I barely notice as he slowly moves forward. Closer. He’s almost between my legs now .That beautiful cock about a foot away from my face. He whispers Cum…cum for me. With me. His breathing is ragged, I know he’s close. I turn the bullet up to high speed and my eyelids flutter closed, my head leans back and my mouth opens a bit. He whispers to me again to cum for him. I hold my breath for a few seconds as I feel the wave of oncoming orgasm and then I moan as loudly as I dare. As I cum, he does too. It squirts on my chest, hot drops on my lips.

He smirks and rubs his thumb over the cum on my lips and shoves it in my mouth. I stare at him and suck it clean as I hear two people quietly chatting as they walk by us on the walkway.

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Answer me, do you remember this?
Our first…..seems so long ago...