The Park Bench

The interior of the truck cab was dark as we sped along the highway. The radio hummed quietly in the background, not loud enough to sing along, but enough to keep the silence at bay. From my vantage point in the passenger seat I was taking full opportunity of the darkness to admire Mike's handle of the truck without him noticing. He was concentrating on the road, and I enjoyed the freedom to study him as I pleased.

There's something about watching a man drive that is such a turn on. Mike was no exception. He handled the vehicle easily, with the quiet confidence of an experienced driver, even though this was the first time he'd driven my truck, He drove fast, but not recklessly, and made the turns smoothly. I watched his hands on the steering wheel and imagined them softly but firmly stroking my body, and I shivered softly.

"Cold?" Mike asked, as he reached for the controls on the dash. It was late September, and a bit chilly outside, especially with the threat of rain that I could smell hanging in the air, but I wasn't cold. Far from it. I shifted in my seat and shook my head. Mike smiled at me and returned his attention to the road.

"You know this is kind of like our first date," I said. I'd known Mike a long time, but had only recently begun to acknowledge the excitement I felt whenever faced with the prospect of seeing him. We'd hung out as friends, in groups, and had even fooled around in the back of the truck a few times, but we'd never really had a whole night just to ourselves.

Mike smiled. "You're right, that was the first movie we've ever seen together." He took his eyes briefly off the road and looked at me. "I had a great time tonight."

"So did I," I replied, softly. As Mike turned off the highway and onto the city street that would take us home, I was already feeling a huge loss at the night being over. Not only was my heart falling, but after a night of snuggling, holding hands, and our usual sexual banter, my body was feeling the need for some extra attention.

Mike must have been feeling the same way, because as we got closer to his place, he said somewhat nonchalantly, "I don't feel like going home."

I breathed a sigh of relief. "I don't either," I said with a relieved but somewhat nervous smile. "What do you want to do? We could get a bite to eat if you want, or go for a walk?"

"Let's go for a walk at the lake."

This was fine with me. There was a nice little lake in the midst of town, just a short distance from Mike's place, where we had walked together a few times before. It was particularly beautiful at nighttime, when it lacked the crowds but had enough people around to make it safe.

Mike parked the truck on the street and we both climbed out. As Mike came around the front of the car, I stretched languidly, arms over my head. The tight little t-shirt I was wearing lifted up, baring my stomach. I arched my back, pushing my breasts out, and to my delight, Mike didn't even attempt to hide the fact that he was staring at my body. I wondered if his jeans were feeling a little tight.

I enjoyed playing the innocent, but I had done everything I could that night to make sure that Mike was noticing me. I'd worn my skin tight, pocketless jeans, the pair with the snaps up the side of the legs, and the snap button-fly. Paired with my brown cowboy boots, I knew the look accentuated my long legs and slim frame. I'd made sure that every time we went up or down the stairs, Mike was behind me with a good view.

"Mmmm, that feels better." I finished my stretch and stepped lightly towards him. I took Mike's hand and we started walking down towards the lake. As we approached the little hill that led down to the lakeshore, Mike stopped and turned.

"I'm not sure that I feel like walking tonight," he said. "Let's sit for awhile?" Mike led me over to one of the benches that sat on the grass, only somewhat shielded from the road by a small tree. He sat down, and as I started to sit beside him, he patted his lap. "No," he said, "sit here."

I smiled and perched sideways on his lap. He put his strong arms around me, and I nestled myself against his chest. We were both quiet, and I enjoyed the warmth of his body. Before long, his hands were rubbing my legs gently. I sighed and leaned into him more. At this encouragement, his hands moved slowly higher, his fingertips running softly over my belly and then up under my shirt. He slid his hands over my bra, and massaged my breasts. I moaned, and instinctively began to spread my legs.

Mike kissed my lips softly, and then slipped his tongue into my mouth. As our tongues met, he pulled the cups of my bra down, exposing my breasts to his hands. He continued to massage them with one hand, while the other hand dropped to my crotch. I was overcome with warmth and sensation, as he drew away from my mouth and moved his head down to my chest. He lifted my t-shirt, and the combination of the warm wetness of his tongue sliding over my nipple and the cool night air tickling my skin made me shiver and open my legs more.

I arched my back, as he took my nipple between his teeth and gently pulled. He brought both his hands to the snaps on the front of my jeans and in one strong motion had them all undone. His hand slipped immediately inside and as his fingers felt my swollen clit through my panties, I nearly came right then. He touched me softly at first, stroking my panties, lightly massaging my clit. I spread my legs wider pushed against his hand.

I could hear the traffic on the street as Mike pulled my jeans down over my hips. I knew we could be discovered at any time, but I didn't care. My body was on fire with my need for him. The possibility of discovery, and the daringness of what we were doing only added to my excitement, and it was all I could do not to beg him to lay me down on the bench and fuck me there.

My breaths were coming in shallow gasps as Mike pulled the crotch of my panties aside and slid a finger up into my pussy. He continued to flick his tongue over my breast as he fucked me with his finger.

"Oh god," I moaned in his ear, "more, I need more." Mike withdrew his finger and brushed his thumb over my clit. I was rocking my hips now, clutching the back of the bench for support. He thrust two fingers into my pussy, and I felt his other hand reach behind me and slide down over my ass. As he continued to thrust his fingers in and out of my cunt, he began to finger my ass, using soft pressure at first, and then slowly pushing his finger inside.

The combined sensation of his fingers in my cunt and in my ass brought me to the edge, and I lost myself in my orgasm. I no longer cared, nor even knew where I was. I cried out loudly and bucked my hips against his hands. Finally I felt myself coming back to earth as Mike slowly withdrew his hands from inside my panties. He held me close as I caught my breath, and then gently pulled my jeans back up, leaving the fly open. He shuffled me off his knee onto the bench, and leaned back, closing his eyes.

He was tight with desire, I could tell. He didn't say anything, and I knew he wouldn't ask for anything. He was a gentleman about things like this, my pleasure would be most important, and he would be, well, perhaps not content, but willing anyway to let things end like this. But I didn't think that was fair. If I could cum on a park bench, why couldn't he?

I turned and rubbed my hands over his chest until I found his nipples through the light cotton material of his shirt. I stroked them softly with my fingers, and then unbuttoned his shirt. I pulled it aside and kissed his chest. As I continued to stroke his right nipple with my fingertips, I moved my kisses further left until my lips brushed his other nipple. He gasped and shuddered as I slowly flicked my tongue back and forth, and then swirled my tongue around it. I sucked softly, and then moved my hands down to his jeans.

Even through the thick denim I could feel that he was rock hard. I teased him for a moment, massaging his cock, before undoing the button and sliding his zipper down. He lifted himself off the bench and helped me pull the jeans down, and I pulled his boxers down as well to free his cock.

I continued to pay attention to his sensitive nipples, and soon Mike began stroking his cock. It excited me to see him touching himself that way, especially out in public. I watched him masturbating, and couldn't help but touch my pussy. His hand began to move rapidly over his shaft, and his breaths were shallow.

"You like this, don't you?" I whispered. "You like knowing that anyone could see us."

"Yes," he moaned. "Oh god, yes." His voice was taut with tension, and I saw him look down to where my hand was inside my panties.

"I like it too," I whispered. I rubbed his nipple rapidly with my finger and felt his body tighten as he came. In the moonlight, I could see the cum shoot out of his cock and land on the pavement and grass in front of us. Finally spent, he fell back against the bench, panting.

We didn't stay long on the bench afterwards. Feeling slightly embarrassed by the evidence we had left behind, we quickly left, and ran back to the truck. On our many walks around the lake since, we always laugh when we come to that bench, and wonder if anyone might have watched that night. I hope that if we did have an audience, they found the show as hot as we did.