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Subject: {ASSM} Part 2: The Exhibition Gardens, the Prequel and the Aftermath (M/F, Oral, Public, Mast, Doggy, MDom?)
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The Exhibition Gardens, the Prequel & the Aftermath
A Day in the life ..........

By I, Voyager

Continued, Part Two of Three:

I eventually arrived at the pub some 20 minutes late for work, but
still ten minutes before opening time. I was still suffering from a
hangover, but feeling fairly upbeat after the events of the day so
far.

Working in the bar was a pleasant diversion that summer, easing the
transition from the RAF to full time student. The bar was a busy one
in the historic heart of York. The clientele were students, tourists
and the local bright young things who were at that time progressing
from new wave to new romantic with the odd mod or two thrown in.

Just after midday a party of six came in, three guys and three girls,
all aged in their late teens, minimum drinking age being 18 in
England. This crowd had been in before and when the lunchtime rush
ended we talked. One guy and girl were a couple, hardly ever able to
keep their hands off each other. The others just seemed to be friends.
I talked to the two girls who weren't hooked up. Sharon was small,
blond, sweet looking and shy but the other one, Julie, was outgoing
and a bit of a flirt.

Julie had a good figure, didn't wear makeup and wore her reddish brown
hair straight and long. Her clothes were a little odd, perhaps even a
little hippyish and out of time. She wore a thigh length sleeveless
floral dress and knee length black leather boots; strange for the
middle of summer. She worked in her Aunt's hotel in Scarborough, a
nearby coastal resort, but used to spend time off with her friends in
York.

When Julie talked to me she stood in a slightly provocative way at the
bar, flashing her eyes and moving her head in a way that seemed to
signify interest and suggested some form of challenge or dare. I
didn't read too much into it, however, as I'd seen her exhibit just
the same behaviour with other guys on previous occasions. I suppose I
had her down as a bit of a prick teaser and I also wasn't really
looking for any complications in my life at that time; with things
coming to an end with Edwina I wanted to start at Leeds University
with a clean slate and no baggage.

In 1980 English pubs closed at 2:30pm or 3:00pm every day before
reopening early evening; it was still some years before the
libralisation of the archaic licensing laws originally introduced to
stop munitions workers drinking too much during the First World War.
When the bar shut Julie's friend Sharon told me that a gang of them
were heading to the Exhibition Gardens, a small park near York's
Exhibition Square and Museum. I told her I'd join them for a drink
after I'd finished cleaning up.

Soon after 3:15pm I walked into the park carrying a bottle of white
wine, a french stick and some pate. I found the group from the pub
with other friends and acquaintances on the grass near the bushes in
the middle of the park. They'd been there at least half an hour
already after most of them had spent over two hours in the bar. The
wine, cider and beer was flowing and many of the group were extremely
relaxed going on nearly wrecked.

I lay on the grass and chilled out. I was glad to be out in the sun,
smelling the grass, enjoying the wine, the bread, the pate and the
craic. I kept pretty much to myself for a while, then Julie edged over
toward me with a quart bottle of Bulmers Olde English cider. "Well?"
she said, with a provocative smile.

"Well what?" I answered, smiling back at her. Julie ran her fingers
over my Kickers, up and under the bottom of my jeans and stroked my
ankle.

"Aren't you going to kiss me?" she replied, pouting a little.

I was surprised by the turn of events, despite her flirting I didn't
think she had a particular interest in me. I looked more closely at
her. Her skin was fair, her eyes almost green and her slightly
lopsided smile was quite sexy. She didn't look as though she was
wearing a bra. Just the dress, boots and panties, I thought. Her legs
were slim and nicely toned and her breasts looked quite pert. It was
the boots, however, that for some reason seemed to be having the
biggest effect on me in the trouser area. "What about your boyfriend?"
I asked, thinking about the small guy with the battered Mini someone
had pointed out to me the week before. He seemed a nice enough guy,
but not one of life's winners.

Julie crawled over me, putting her hand on the inside of my thigh and
kissing me softly on the lips. I could see all the way down her loose
summer dress, her nice little bare tits, her tight tummy and even the
small pair of light blue panties. I was hooked now. Her boyfriend
would have had to be Sonny Corleone or one of his siblings to put me
off taking the opportunity if it now presented itself.

She asked me if her boyfriend bothered me. "Not if he doesn't bother
you", I answered.

Julie moved herself on top of me, kissing me passionately, rubbing
herself against me hard. The group of people with us carried on
drinking and talking, not taking too much notice apart from the odd
comment, giggle or two. No one seemed surprised or concerned.

I was just thinking that it wasn't a bad way to spend the afternoon, a
little bit of illicit necking in the park, when Julie decided to raise
the stakes. She started rubbing the front of my jeans, almost as
though she expected a Genie to appear. She shifted sideways, lying
facing me, and gently moved my hard to the front of her pants. They
were warm and damp, and I felt a shiver go all the way down my spine.

My prick was a little sore from it's adventure in Edwina's bottom that
morning, and my tight fitting jeans were beginning to hurt. I now had
three motives for escalating our interaction further; lust, the relief
of pain and a desire to establish once and for all whether she was a
prick teaser or the real thing. "Let's go in the bushes", I whispered
in her ear.

Julie stood up and, without a word, took me by the hand. We walked
together into the bushes. We walked some five or six yards into the
thicket, grabbed each other and kissed passionately. I ran my right
hand up the back of her thigh, feeling her soft skin and stroking the
bottom of her arse. She drove her tongue into my mouth just as I put
my hand inside her tiny damp panties. She pushed her crotch into me as
I ran my middle finger along the soft groove between her little
puckered arse and her wet cunt.  I could feel her shudder and she
gasped as we broke our kiss.

I looked out from the thicket and could hardly see a thing. "No one
will see us in here", I thought. I bent Julie forward at the knees,
pulled her tiny pants half way down her thighs and drove my hand
between the top of her legs from behind, squeezing and rubbing her
hairy little wet cunt. I ran my other hand up her dress, feeling her
belly and her soft little titties. She was groaning and almost sobbing
as I masturbated her.

I lifted her dress as high as it would go, baring her breasts and
pushing her legs further apart. I started to vary my touching; hard
and soft, fast and slow, pussy lips, arse, inner thighs and clit. Soon
she was heading towards a climax, and I tipped her over the edge by
fingering both her arse and her clit at the same time.

She shuddered for several seconds, moaning and breathing hard until
eventually calming down. "Strip!" I said, "Everything except the
boots!"

Soon she stood naked in front of me, her stance provocative, almost a
challenge. "Kneel down" I said. "Take my jeans and pants down."

She fumbled with my belt and zip, eventually getting my jeans and
briefs halfway down my thighs. My prick sprang up, blinking at the
light and thankful for it's freedom. "Put it in your mouth", I said.

Julie had looked slightly surprised when I started telling her what to
do, but then she willingly complied. I wasn't normally like this, but
something about the scenario made it feel right. Walking into the
thicket I'd briefly thought about her motivation and what she wanted;
she certainly wasn't acting like a girl looking for a loving
relationship with mutual respect, and my instincts told me she wanted
it this way. To me variety has always been the spice of life, and I
liked the idea of trying something a little different. Asserting
control this way gave me a feeling of power and made me even hornier.
My prick felt as though it would burst.

I held a handful of her hair and moved her head back and forward into
my crotch, masturbating myself with her mouth. I love being sucked but
rarely find that I can come through oral alone. This time after a few
minutes I was nearly there, but I wanted so much to fuck her that I
pushed her head away. "On your back". I said.

She lay flat on her back, lust in her eyes, sweat on her body and the
wetness between her legs making her inner thighs shine. She wore
neither deodorant or perfume, and the musky smell of her wet sex was
driving me insane. I rammed my head between her legs and ate her
roughly, biting her pussy flesh, scraping my teeth along her most
sensitive places. She clawed my shoulders and back, pulled my ears,
swearing and cursing me. My prick felt as though it would burst any
minute; I was almost afraid that I would shoot an 'air shot' if I
didn't fuck her soon.

I drove into her, initially putting her black boot clad calves onto my
shoulders as I fucked her as hard as I could. Julie twisted and rubbed
against me; I was loving it and from the look on her face she wasn't
planning to send me a written complaint. I was rough and dominant,
moving her legs into different positions, biting her shoulders and
breasts, licking and biting her armpits and sucking her nipples. I was
leaving my fingerprints on her skin, but it seemed that the discomfort
was adding to her enjoyment of the experience.

I was near to coming now, but I wanted something else. I pulled out
and knelt up. "Get on all fours!" I said. She rapidly complied. As
soon as she was in position, I drove straight back in. She was gasping
and sobbing now and I took the opportunity to slap her bare arse with
both the palm and the back of my hand between thrusts; I was feeling
almost out of control. I grabbed her thighs hard, pulling them
backward and forcing her face down.

Shifting my position I started to angle my penis, trying to find her G
spot. I was close and thought I'd run out of time, but just as I felt
I was running out of road the head of my cock must have started
hitting the right area and she began bucking wildly under me, her hot
cunt gripping and squeezing me as I bit into her shoulders. She was
very close and her movements triggered my ejaculation, the hot sperm
released in turn triggering an orgasm for her.

I pulled out, rolled her onto her back, knelt over her and pushed my
still semi erect prick into her mouth to suck. Afterwards we rested
for a moment then dressed. My mood softened for a minute. "Why?" I
asked.

She looked slightly unsure and puzzled. "Because I wanted to", she
said.

Not really understanding my own motivation either I slipped back into
character. "Wait for me outside the pub tomorrow morning at ten to
ten", I said. "I'll want you to suck me before I start work". Julie
stared into my face for a moment, looked down and then simply nodded.

Though it seems stupid now, I'd assumed all anyone could have seen was
us going into the bushes and now coming out again, the rest being
conjecture on their part. As I couldn't see out, I assumed no one
could see in. The scene that confronted us when we walked out was
therefore something of a surprise. There was clapping and cheering,
and it was clear that a number of people had been standing around
watching for a while.

Julie was mortified, and without another word she quickly slipped away
and out of the park. I looked around; most of the people other than
the group from the pub were total strangers, or people I'd perhaps
seen at a bar or walking along the street once or twice. There were
two key exceptions; I could see Kelly and Guido standing near the ice
cream kiosk some 30 or 40 yards away. Guido had joined in the
applause, politely clapping and nodding his head toward me. Kelly was
harder to read; at the time I thought her look was somewhat
disapproving. She took Guido's hand and the two of them walked out of
the park.

In retrospect the whole event seems a little surreal now and I'm
surprised I didn't just leave the park as quickly as possible. The
person now writing this is considerably older and would worry about
the potential imminent arrival of the police or the public disgrace,
but at the time I felt calm and relaxed. Strange. I asked one of the
guys I knew best in the group what everybody had seen. "Everything,
man. We couldn't believe it. I couldn't believe you two could do all
that knowing you had an audience."

I assured him that I for one couldn't have done all that if I'd known
I had an audience, and the amusing thought occurred that the the park
wasn't known as the Exhibition Gardens without reason. I was becoming
a little less blas� now that reality was coming home to me, so I
started making rapid inroads on both the bottle of wine I bought and
the bottle of cider Julie left behind when making her rapid exit.

One final surreal event played itself out before I left the park.
Perhaps thirty minutes after Julie left, I saw a small unhappy looking
guy rushing across the park toward our group. It was Julie's
boyfriend. I felt acutely embarrassed and a little ashamed. I had
little reason to worry, I was several inches taller, broader and more
muscular. I had been trained by the military and had played rugby to a
good standard. Guys like her boyfriend have been described in a number
of ways over the years in the UK and USA, but dork, wally, tosser,
wanker, nerd and geek would all pretty much fit the bill. If he wanted
to start a fight, it was likely he would come off quite badly. I felt,
however, a bit of a shit and couldn't make eye contact with him. I
wondered what he knew.

He reached our group and asked "Have you guys seen Julie?" Laughably,
the embarrassed members of the group gave contradictory answers. "How
long ago?" he asked. Again, contradictory answers. "Do you know where
she went?" he asked finally. At least this time all who answered were
able to reply in the negative. He scurried away, still looking unhappy
but now looking confused as well. In retrospect I assume he knew
nothing specific about recent events, but she must have failed to meet
him at a time and place previously arranged.

As he left I looked at my watch. I was due to work at the pub between
6:00pm and 9:30pm. I was dishevelled and a little half cut, but had no
time to go home and freshen up. I made my way back to the pub,
thinking that this was turning out to be quite a day.

== To be continued ==

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