Strangers in the park, a short story by shyboy. Date added: 2011-01-26. Times viewed: 7075.
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- Intro: Ruth’s outdoor sex with a stranger fantasy comes true – M/F Het Oral Anal
Ruth was finding it difficult to concentrate on doing the ironing. She had other things on her mind and her pussy was starting to get wet at the thought of what she would be doing later, with any luck.
Her husband Nigel needed some shirts for his business trip to Scotland and her 16-year-old son Frank was off to stay with a pal later and had suddenly realised that the Ironing Fairy had not paid his hideously untidy bedroom a visit lately.
'Mum, I've got nothing to wear!' he had moaned in that whinging put-upon way that teenage boys seem to have perfected in modern times.
Normally Ruth would have given her unkempt son The Standard Lecture, which summarised down to: 'I'm not your slave, this isn't a hotel, if you don't let me have your clothes to wash and iron I am certainly not going to venture into that cesspit of a bedroom you occupy to dig them out of the festering pile under your bed!'
But not today. Today she needed Nigel to get on the road as soon as possible and for Frank to leave the house in his sparkling clean and crisply ironed disco gear, so that she could get ready for her Big Adventure.
Although there had been several episodes in which Frank had exercised his conjugal rights in recent years, they were beginning to dwindle down to a mere perfunctory trickle these days, all his energies being reserved for impressing his bosses at EazyKleen by working long hours and travelling up and down the land in search of new business.
Ruth was left at home doing the household chores, chasing around after Frank and his scruffy monosyllabic pals, lunching out with her few friends from time to time and, increasingly these days, surfing the Net in the hope of finding the close male contact that she felt was missing from her life.
Her 40th birthday had passed in the Spring and now she was staring at the awful prospect of her half century, only ten years away and, in her panicky view of the world, the beginning of the end of her dismal sex life.
But then, last month, her fortunes had changed. She had been trawling through some Internet dating sites and had stumbled across one called Sex Pals. At first she was just curious, wondering if anyone she knew would be on there.
Obviously she was only permitted to see the men's profiles, even though she had ticked 'same sex encounters' as one of her interests, alongside 'discrete relationships' and in an act of reckless bravado 'one-night stands'.
Nigel had never been into photography, so she did not have any raunchy pictures of herself in provocative poses, but using her mobile phone camera she had managed to get a half decent shot of her still firm naked breasts, nipples standing proudly to attention after much tweaking between thumb and forefinger, and had posted it up alongside her profile statement: 'Unhappily married housewife seeks Big Adventure. Fit man wanted for NSA fun. Must have big cock!'
Ruth had giggled to herself when adding this final condition. 'Well, why not?' she told the cat. 'If I'm going to break out of my domestic drudgery and find someone to give me a good seeing to, I might as well get maximum pleasure from the experience!'
The cat had seemed distinctly unimpressed, but soon Ruth was swamped with offers of sex - mostly from men with limited vocabularies. 'Wanna suck this?' accompanied by a picture of the author's semi-erect penis was a quite common message, or just: 'Love the tits babe. Fancy a fuck?'
Where was the subtlety, she wondered. Whatever happened to wooing a girl slowly, bit by bit, gaining her confidence and respect before entering into a physical relationship? 'It's your own fault for ticking one-night stands,' she scolded herself as she deleted all the sad messages in her In Box.
Then, just as she was despairing of finding any half decent man in this way, George had got in touch. His profile photo showed a young middle-aged fair-haired man with laughter lines around his eyes and a mischievous grin lighting up his face.
'I don't really know what I'm doing on this site and maybe I'll never have the courage to meet anyone, but message me if you like what you see and we can take it one step at a time,' his profile message read.
He had written to Ruth, asking if there were any more photographs like the one she had posted. 'I understand why you're not showing your face - the consequences of discovery might be too much to bear - but from what I can see of you so far I'd certainly like to get to know you better. I think I meet ALL your requirements ;-)'
His profile said he was married but seeking a more exciting sex life - even if it was limited to raunchy emails or on-line chat.
Ruth took a deep breath and hit the reply button.
They had exchanged several sexy messages over the following days and he had responded to her request to swap a picture of his large erect cock for one of her shaved pussy, adding a cheeky note: 'Hope you like what you see - it's much bigger in the flesh!'
Ruth could feel herself getting wet every time she opened one of George's emails and she was never disappointed. His descriptions of what he would like to be doing with her always got her hot and horny and several times she had needed to retreat to the bathroom to slip out of her sopping wet panties and wipe herself dry.
Needless to say, Nigel had not even noticed his wife's frequent hot flushes and, even if he had, would probably have thought she was feeling the heat of what was fast becoming the hottest UK Summer on record.
'I'm not wearing any knickers today,' she had written to George only a few days ago. 'And I haven't got a bra on either. Just a skimpy top and short skirt - I'm so hot! My pussy is getting wet just thinking of your huge cock and what it could be doing to me! My nipples are sticking out waiting for you to suck on them. I'm fantasizing that we are in the park and you have got your cock buried inside my ass and are filling it with your hot cum! '
Her laptop pinged almost immediately to let her know George had replied. 'I'm stroking it now, thinking about your wet pussy and how much I want to feel your lips sliding down my stiff shaft! When can we meet and make your fantasy come true?'
Ruth had always known that this was going to happen. A virtual stranger offering to meet her for sex on her own terms and in a place of her choosing. They were the unwritten rules of this and other similar on-line dating sites.
She sat fingering her pussy, rubbing her clit and closing her eyes as she continued to imagine George shafting her asshole. Her body began to shake as her climax built up and she was soon moaning out loud as her fingers pushed inside her wet pussy lips and hit the spot.
Once she had got to her peak of pleasure, she sucked her juices from her sticky fingers before wiping them on a tissue. Then she pulled the laptop towards her and started typing. 'Soon, very soon. I can't stand it any more - I need you so much!' she wrote. 'I've just made myself cum, but it should have been you inside me, not my fingers . . . '
And now the day had arrived at long last. Her Big Adventure was about to begin and she couldn't wait!
Nigel drove off on the first leg of his long journey from Essex to Scotland, promising to ring when he got to his hotel. He pecked his wife on each cheek and told her to ‘Take care’, as he always did when he left for one of his business trips.
Frank called out to Ruth as she closed the front door: ‘Have I got any clean boxers Mum?’
‘Did you put them in the wash bin?’ she called back up the stairs. ‘Cos if not, the Washing Fairy won’t have known they needed cleaning!’
‘S’alright. I’ve found some,’ replied her son as he finished packing his overnight bag. Bouncing down the stairs and patting his mother on the head, he said in a mocking tone: ‘Take care,’ and ran out through the front door, turning to wave as he jogged off to catch the bus to his friend’s house across town.
‘Alone at last,’ sighed Ruth. ‘But hopefully not for long!’
Climbing the stairs she went to the bedroom and stripped off her few clothes, pausing to admire her still sexy figure and naked pussy, before entering the bathroom and letting a refreshing shower wash away all her cares and woes.
Drying herself she rubbed various lotions and potions into her smooth skin and sprayed herself liberally with perfume. Brushing her long natural blonde hair she tied it back and set about choosing her clothes.
‘Knickers or no knickers, that is the question,’ she muttered under her breath as she rummaged through her underwear drawer. ‘What does one wear to fuck a stranger?!’
She pulled out a black lace thong and slipped it on over her curvy hips, then fastened the matching bra, tucking her firm tits into the silky smooth material and adjusting the straps until she was comfortable.
‘Hopefully these won’t be on for long,’ she told her reflection in the full length wardrobe mirror, opening the cupboard door to look for her favourite black cocktail dress.
‘Corny I know, but I’m sure George will appreciate it,’ she said, as she smoothed down the figure-hugging garment and turned to look over her shoulder and admire her pert ass in the mirror.
Walking downstairs she grabbed her patent black court shoes from the cloakroom shelf, picked up her keys and a shoulder bag and left the house, almost skipping to her car, with a wide grin on her face. The Big Adventure had started! In half an hour or so she would be fucking a stranger in the park, just as she had always fantasized about doing.
She had arranged to meet George in the car park next to the café at the local park. He lived 50 miles away from her and said he would aim to be there by three.
At the appointed time plus ten minutes (always make them wait, she thought) Ruth pulled into the car park and saw George’s BMW parked towards the far end. She knew it was him because he had told her the colour and registration number. She suddenly felt sick in her stomach.
‘I don’t know if I can go through with this,’ she thought as she parked several spaces away from the BMW and tapped her keys on the palm of her hand, something she often did when nervous.
Suddenly she was aware of a tall fair-haired man in a white Slazenger T-shirt and blue Levi’s walking towards her. Glancing at her reflection in the rear view mirror and giving herself a nervous smile, she got out of her Mini and locked the door with the remote just as George reached her.
‘Hi,’ he said. ‘You look gorgeous,’ and kissed her lightly on the cheek. ‘Shall we walk?’
He offered her his arm, which she took and they strolled into the main park as if they had known each other all their lives.
‘I’ve never done anything like this before,’ said George. ‘You know, meeting a strange woman. Not that I’m saying you’re strange!’ he added quickly and they both burst out laughing.
‘That’s alright then,’ said Ruth. ‘I don’t make a habit of this type of thing myself, but I could be persuaded,’ she added, glancing down sideways at George’s jeans which seemed to have a slight bulge in the crotch area.
‘Looks promising,’ she thought to herself, then out loud she said: ‘I haven’t been to this park for years, not since our son was a little boy, but I believe if we keep along this path it eventually gets a bit quieter.’
She squeezed George’s arm and led him to a secluded part of the park, where a small group of trees surrounded an open grassy glade.
The noise of children playing and dogs barking had receded into the background and they were alone. George took Ruth into his arms and kissed her firmly on the lips. She responded and their tongues were soon exploring one another’s open mouths, whilst their hands were roaming over each other’s clothing.
George squeezed Ruth’s tits through the fabric of her dress and rubbed them with the palm of his hand, at the same time pressing his hard cock against her crotch area. His hands them slid down to her ass and squeezed each cheek, pulling her closer towards him as she held him tightly around the waist and slipped her fingers inside his Levi’s.
As they dropped to their knees on the grass George lifted the hem of her skirt and saw the skimpy thong, by now damp with Ruth’s excited pussy juices.
‘Mmmm, nice,’ he murmured as he pulled the flimsy fabric to one side and slid a finger inside her slot, pushing the fleshy pad of his digit inside her mother-hole and rubbing her engorged clitoris.
Ruth moaned and unzipped George’s flies, pulling out his large stiff cock from within and feeling the precum oozing from the purple head. It certainly was huge and she wondered if she was going to be able to fit it all in.
She stooped to take it in her mouth, sighing as George withdrew his finger from her pussy to allow her to work her hand up and down his thick shaft while she licked around the bell-end.
After a few minutes she could feel his balls start to tighten and stopped sucking on his cock, rolling over in the grass and pulling him down beside her.
George lifted her dress up over her breasts and unhooked her bra to free her tits, sucking greedily on her stiff nipples and, at the same time, sliding her thong down her hips.
Ruth helped him remove the slight garment, which remained dangling from one of her ankles while she opened her legs wide and pulled George into her.
His cock slid easily into her sopping wet pussy and when he stuck a finger inside her asshole she could feel an orgasm building almost immediately.
George had lifted Ruth’s legs onto his shoulders and was boring down into her eager snatch like a man possessed as she felt her juices cascade down from deep inside her, smothering his cock and running freely into his pubic hair, which was being slammed against her pussy at breath-taking speed.
Just when she thought he was bound to cum, he pulled out of her pussy and rolled her over onto her stomach.
‘You wanted it up the ass I believe,’ he whispered in her ear as she felt his cock pressing against her puckered opening. The lubrication of her own pussy juices which now smothered George’s giant rod helped it ease into her rear entrance and she yelped as he went where no man had ever been before.
‘Fuck!’ she cried into the grass. ‘Oh yes! Fuck my ass! Fuck me hard you bastard! I want your huge fat cock in my ass and your hot cum filling me up!’
George had built up a steady rhythm by the time he felt his climax approaching and quickened the pace, to let Ruth know that she was about to get her dearest wish.
She felt the warmth of his seed shoot deep inside her ass and could still feel it after he had pulled gently out of her, his creamy cum oozing slowly out of her asshole.
They lay in one another’s arms for a while after this wild romp in the grass, panting from their exertions, but both feeling a connection they had rarely felt with their marriage partners in recent years.
‘My husband is half way to Scotland by now and my son is staying with a pal. Why don’t you come back to my place and I can show you a few more tricks,’ said Ruth. ‘Will you be able to stay for a while?’
‘I’ve told my wife I’ve had to go away on business,’ said George, stroking Ruth’s by now dishevelled hair. ‘I’d quite like bacon and eggs for breakfast, if you could manage it!’
Ruth grinned. ‘I’ll see what I can do. I hope you’re going to be that demanding all through the night too!’ she said, snuggling into her new lover with a contented smile on her face.
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