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{ASSM} Country Park {Hylilo} (MF rom)
This story contains material of a sexual nature. This is
not intended for anyone who would personally find it
objectionable. Or, for that matter, is it intended for
anyone who's government finds it illegal.
Archiving is permitted by the author as long as copies
are made available for free, and all copies are accompanied
by this header.
On a personal note, this is my first attempt at a sex
story so any comments would be greatly appreciated:
hylilo@yahoo.com Thanks!
Country Park
by Hylilo
It was a small locally-run diner in a small town. She
was a waitress there. The diner was named "Country
Market" or "Country Square" or, at any rate, something
along those lines. She was quite unforgettable. Sally.
Not that I noticed her at first. Actually, I don't think I
noticed her the second time, either. I'd like to think,
though, that by the third time I'd taken my lunch break
there I'd noticed her smile.
The food in the diner was acceptable, but I suppose it
was the service that really kept me coming back every
lunchtime. I've always figured myself to be somewhat a
creature of habit. I've always become a regular at some
restaurant or another. I suppose it saves me the trouble
of choosing something new everyday. Despite all that,
however, I've never really liked the thought of being a
regular. Just about the time the wait staff would learn my
name and face and usual meal, I'd get uneasy and have to
find a new eatery.
"Hi, Jack," What a smile. "How are you?"
"Good. You?" So that was the extent of our first
personal conversation. She knew my name from my credit
card. Alright, I'll admit I'm not the most charming fellow
in the world. It's hard, though, you know? Sally was, for
me, a bright spot in the middle of a long dull day of work.
Sure, I would've preferred for that bright spot to come at
the end of the day and last til morning, but... It's just
hard, I guess.
And so the time passed. I'd probably eaten in there a
hundred times or more without anything more interesting
than exchanged smiles, when I finally tried to be a bit
more daring.
"Sally? Would you like to get coffee?"
"Sure, hon, coming right up." And off she went,
returning with a pot of coffee.
"Thanks, actually, um... Sally?"
"Yes?"
"I was actually thinking that maybe, if it's not such a
bother, we could get--I don't know--coffee or something.
When you get off work, I mean." Not nearly as smooth as
I'd practiced the past few weeks. It really can be hard,
sometimes.
"Oh, Jack... I really don't know. I don't like drinking
coffee at the end of a long day."
"I understand. Well, I think I'm ready for the check
then." I really should have asked for the check before
asking her out. That would have made slinking out quite a
bit easier.
"Okay, I get off at seven." And with that she dropped
the check on the table and walked off towards the kitchen.
I was so shocked I didn't even try to covertly follow her
hips--as I usually did--as she walked away. Maybe life
isn't always so hard.
I got off work at six those days so I had an hour to
kill. If the butterflies in my stomach weren't distracting
enough while I was at work, they were driving me crazy as I
was trying to pass that hour. I drove down to the local
grocery store and picked up some breath mints. Then I went
down to the park and picked a dozen or so wild flowers and
headed back to the diner. I got there about twenty minutes
early. I thought they'd be a terrifyingly long twenty
minutes, but then I thought of the weeks I'd had to build
up the confidence to ask her out. I had carefully chosen
every word, though when it came down to it I'd mangled just
about the whole thing. Regardless, it occurred to me that
with only twenty minutes to the start of our date I had no
idea what to talk about. As full as my stomach was with
butterflies, my mind was empty.
I had dazed off, only to snap to when I head a tap
tapping at my driver's side window. I must have looked
terrified when I saw it was Sally, because the first thing
she said to me when I rolled down the window was:
"Did I scare you?" And before I could even answer:
"Oh, are those for me? They're beautiful!"
"Yes, well, I got off at 6 so I went to the grocery
store--I mean the park-- I mean--"
"I love them."
"I hope you like them." She smiled then and I finally
stopped with my head-on rambling. She was the kind of girl
that when she smiled at you, you stopped what you were
doing and just wanted to have a good long stare.
"Maybe we could go back to the park and take a walk?"
She said before walking around to the passenger's side and
getting in.
So we did just that. We walked around the park for a
while, finally coming to rest under a rather large oak
tree. We talked about mundane things while we walked. For
instance I told her about my work (manufacturing hard
drives for IBM), she told me about her family (mother, twin
sister), her hobbies (painting, camping), and whatnot.
"What took you so long to ask me out, Jack?" She asked
with a playful look on her face.
"Well, I... um... um..." For starters, I was pretty
unsure what to say, but then after the second "um" she had
put her hand on my thigh. I was distracted. Very
distracted.
I looked up and met her eyes just as they closed. We
kissed. At first it was just a light brushing of lips and
a smile. Then she climbed up onto my lap and took my head
in her hands and kissed me deeply. With her fingers going
through my hair her kisses seemed to penetrate my skull.
She took my hand in hers and placed it on her left
breast. Soft, warm, and just a handful. I had been hard
since our first kiss and now my pants were causing me pain.
I was so aroused I didn't want to feel constrained any
longer. As if she could read my mind she reached below her
and undid the button and zipper on my pants. She was
wearing a skirt and as she sat back down on me I could feel
her warmth through my boxers and her panties. She slid
that warmth up and down the length of my erection as she
kissed me as deeply as ever.
"I want your cock, Jack. I want to feel you inside of
me. Get your cock out of your boxers. Mmmm, yeah, hold it
up there for me to slide down on." It took some fumbling
on my part, but I did as she said. She then pulled her
panties to the side and slowly eased her weight onto the
head of my penis. She was already very wet. She had
pulled half way down me, slowly, and then slowly all the
way back up, when she plunged all the way down very
quickly. I went rigid. It was excruciating the way she
had thrust herself on me. She began rocking back and forth
over me. I could feel her trying to bring her clitoris
down on my pelvis. I came up to meet her and she began
grinding that little pearl against me.
"Jack, fuck me, oh yes Jack... oh yes." She was
whispering to me. First in my ear, then she put her
forehead against mine and began whispering into my mouth.
"Do you want to make me cum, Jack? Mmmm... do you?"
"Yes." It was all I could do to grunt out one word--I'd
never experienced anything so intense. I only hoped she
would cum soon, because I was not far off.
"Tell me you want me to cum, Jack. Tell me you want to
hear me scream your name as I soak your cock with my cum."
"Please, ahhh, please cum on my cock!" As I said it she
closed her eyes and she began rocking faster. I could feel
myself starting to cum, the pressure building from my base
to my head. My eyes rolled back in my head and her moaning
seemed to grow fainter to my ears. The first wave of my
orgasm hit hard, as the cum traveled up the length of my
shaft and deep into her. My orgasm kept rolling over me
and she kept rocking faster and faster.
"I'm cumming, Jack. I'm cumming on your cock, Jack.
Can you feel it?" My orgasm was running out when her
orgasm started squeezing and kneading me. I was becoming
so sensitive as my orgasm passed that it almost hurt to
have her raging around me. I loved it.
I made a couple last thrusts and she collapsed on top of
my chest. We just laid there breathing heavily on one
another. After a short while had passed she started
laughing breathily. Her chest shaking in quiet laughter
felt so good it was contagious and I had to laugh to.
"Why are you laughing?" She pushed herself up so she
was sitting on me again. I'll never forget the way she
smiled at me when she asked me that.
"I don't know why I'm laughing. You started it." I
said with a smile in return.
Then she got up off me and I slid out of her as she
stood. Still smiling she looked down at my spent cock and
said, "You'd really better put that away before someone
else comes along and wants to fuck your brains out."
It was then that I realized that we were still in the
park, under that large oak tree. I looked around quickly,
but didn't see anyone. We were in a kind of secluded area
of the park but I took her advise with haste, anyway. She
then helped me up and we left. Hand in hand.
hylilo@yahoo.com
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