Chance Meeting on a Park Bench

It was a warm sunny summer morning in late August when Peter started his neighborhood walk at 7 AM. Old Town Park was a beautifully well manicured large public park where graceful spreading majestic maple trees near the town's center were evenly spaced along the concrete sidewalk throughout the one-mile square city block. It was a popular gathering place for nature lovers and athletes alike. The wooden park bench where he relaxed was one of his favorite resting places along the pathway where he generally stopped for a few minutes to rest and wonder at the natural beauty of the surrounding area. He picked a secluded spot where a clean freshly painted dark green wooden park bench was located under a large heavily branched sugar maple casting long shadows that morning, and he was just about to resume his fast paced walk when an attractive blond woman that he guessed to be about thirty-five approached the bench and sat beside him. The bench was large enough for three people to sit comfortably, and Ginny sat leaving about four or five inches between their well-toned physiques.

He turned to face her and offered a pleasant good morning, and she responded that she had never seen him walking in the area before. He commented he just moved to the neighborhood about three months before, and with all the unpacking, arranging furniture and learning how everything worked in his house, he didn't get out frequently, but now that he was settled in he will be walking every day instead of twice a week. Peter and Ginny exchanged names and continued their conversation.

He asked about her jogging, and how long she had lived in the area, and she pointed to their right and responded that she bought an old Victorian bed & breakfast three years ago that is two blocks north on Locust Street. She quickly added that she never intended to use it for anything other than her private home and office where she did her writing. She said she jogged two or three times a week, but she wasn't as regular as she planned when she first moved there three years earlier. Time passed quickly as they talked, and Ginny was surprised how attracted she felt to Peter as they briefly discussed the town where they lived along with their neighborhoods.

By this time, Peter decided he wasn't quite ready to start walking again, and he noticed she wore no wedding ring among her other exquisite jewelry, so he asked if that wasn't a large house for her. She responded that she and her late husband bought the place, but he passed away from a fatal heart attack soon after they moved into the house. "Wow, Ginny, I'm so sorry. He must have been a very young man to leave such a young widow."

"No, I married John when I was in college and only twenty-years-old. He was a professor of English literature and he swept me off my feet, and the twenty-five years age difference didn't seem important at the time. But, he had heart trouble that I was unaware of, and after being married for five or six years he was nearly incapable of getting around, so he had to take a medical retirement. What about you Peter?"

He had talked many times for a few minutes to other women as they rested on a park bench near his old residence, but Ginny was the first woman that joined him since he moved to his new dwelling place. She had a certain appeal he couldn't wrap his head around. The pair seemed to have the same interests, and both were lonely people with few friends. Peter explained that he had been married for fifteen years until his wife passed away ten months ago from a dreadful debilitating cancer that spread slowly at first but became aggressive during the last two years of her life. Ginny, being a touchy-feely woman, gasped and reached her right arm across her body, and leaned toward Peter as she tenderly grasped his upper right leg to show compassion as she replied, "I'm so sorry;" but she realized she reached too high and was squeezing his penis that was hidden beneath his baggy navy blue shorts, which were partially covered by his New York Yankees T-shirt. When she looked down she reacted like she had placed her fingers around a flaming ember and jerked back reflexively as her eyes fleeted to a playful black squirrel chasing another in the massive tree above.

"Oh, my God, I'm so sorry," she sobbed, as she covered her face with her hands in total humiliation and remorse. She stood to leave, but Peter took her hand and said it was not her fault and that accidents happen. "If you promise to never tell anyone, neither shall I. Let's not allow a simple mistake like this ruin a possible friendship." Peter already had decided Ginny was someone he would like to be a his friend, and she could be the first person he would ask on a date since his wife passed away. He never even considered dating since Marie passed, because memories don't die in a few months even though the last few years were filled with her pain and suffering. His life was filled with despair for the past too many years as she wasted away to seventy pounds and was bedridden due to her agonizing disease. Peter figured he was still unready to consider another woman, but at least, it would be nice to make a friend. He was lonely and depressed, and he knew he must change his life. He couldn't live in a world of grief and despair forever.

In her mind Ginny was crushed that she had done such an awkward thing to anyone, let alone someone she didn't know, and her mind wouldn't let go of her incredible miscalculation. She was trying to replay the entire situation in her mind as she sat scarlet-faced with tears freely flowing from her deep blue eyes, but she could think of nothing she could do other than say, "I'm terribly sorry." Tears continued to flow down her face as she turned her head to look away from Peter, but she really wanted to just die right on the spot. Peter was trying to calm her and hope he wasn't going to lose the opportunity to become her friend. She heard some thunder rumbling in the distance and eventually stood when she finally noticed the dark storm clouds were approaching rapidly from the west. Ginny asked, "how far do you live from here, Peter?" He responded his house was only about one mile as he pointed in the general direction of his small cape cod home on Linden Street, so Ginny invited him for breakfast at her place. "It's the least I can do after what I did to you." Peter accepted the invitation thinking she needed to talk this through and forgive herself. He didn't think she should bear the blame for showing her responsive compassion for his loss.

Peter realized that Ginny was struggling for some way to make the bad situation better, and he was about to decline when he decided she needed to forgive herself. He really didn't have a problem with what she did, and he wondered if one day he would be allowed to touch her in a similar manner. He knew if they went their own ways now, they likely would never meet again. He was thinking, "She sure looks like one beautiful sensitive woman with a great personality, and she certainly is worthy of getting to know better." Then he chastised himself for being so dirty-minded and self-centered, but she sure did look great, so he decided to walk her home. Peter was just happy to have someone to talk with him. Without friends, his recovery from grief was prolonged, and he was no nearer recovery than the day Marie passed away.

They walked the two short blocks past many architecturally elegant houses to her red-brick residence with a black wrought iron fence surrounding the one-acre lot, but the skies opened when they were about 200 yards from the big wraparound front porch where they were heading, and the torrential downpour soaked them to their skin before they climbed the steps to a lovely three-story Victorian home with a widow's watch overlooking the affluent neighborhood. Their shoes were filled with water, their hair completely drenched, and the rainwater was flowing down to their faces and bodies like tiny rivers as they waited for some of the excess to drain onto the front porch floor before they entered the high-ceilinged foyer. They were completely saturated as water oozed from their garments, and their clothes clung to their bodies like tar to a car's bumper. Thunder and lightning were illuminating the darkened sky and rattling the original wavy glass windows as the heavy rain inundated the sidewalks and streets from the dreary sky.

Peter knew Ginny was still having a problem, because when she latched onto his penis and squeezed it by mistake she had to have realized it was very long to reach that far down his leg! Now that Peter was drenched his penis was very obvious when Ginny glanced in his direction, and she started to cry violently again. Actually, it was as noticeable as her large breasts struggling to break out from the tight-clinging red cotton sports halter she wore, but thankfully, she hadn't noticed herself or she would have been embarrassed about that too. They stood inside the front door and removed their shoes and socks, and then Ginny headed to the bathroom to gather some towels to dry off. Peter was trying to figure out if he should say something or just forget about her misadventure on the park bench altogether, but Ginny broke the ice as she stared at the large lump obviously visible under his drenched pant leg. "I hate to ask Peter, but I can't quite get over what happened back at the park, and I'm at a loss on how to get over my extreme embarrassment. I just feel so stupid! I've always been a touchy-feely person, but this is the first time it has caused me so much pain."

"Ginny, it's really not as bad as it may have seemed to you. I have a very long penis when it is flaccid like when you touched it at the park. Where you intended to give me a warm sympathy pat on the thigh would have been a bare leg on almost any man, and they would have valued your tenderness. I appreciated your instant compassion, and I love the comforting way you involved yourself with my recent grief. The truth is that I need to be more careful when I'm wearing long t-shirts that covers part of my pants, and, Ginny, it was much more my fault than yours. If I place my penis in the up direction it is very noticeable and sometimes extends above my waist, and when I have it go down I need to wear shorts that are long or I have an issue with it peaking out through the leg opening. I don't mean to bore you with the details, but the good news is that its full length when I have an erection isn't all that much longer than when it is flaccid like this morning. Most of the change occurs with its thickness instead of the length." He knew this detail was probably more than she really needed or wanted to know, but she wasn't going to get over her indiscretion if he didn't take some responsibility. "You have been married, Ginny, and I know you understand how a man's body sometimes acts with impulsiveness and there is nothing to stop the action. That's how I view your loving pat on my thigh: just a reactive way to show compassion. Most people are not as warm and sensitive as you are, but I will take one with your characteristics over others any day. You are a wonderful human being.

Ginny had never heard of such a thing, but she felt better now that he was accepting part of the blame for her error and inasmuch as he realized it was accidental. Ginny asked him to stay for breakfast but said we can't eat until we get completely dry and warm. "How would you feel about shedding your soaked clothes while I wash and dry them. We can both just wrap up in some beach towels while we have some hot oatmeal and a cup of coffee and continue our conversation. She was thinking that she would sure like to touch him again or better yet, see his penis, but she had so little experience with men she wouldn't know how to even begin.

The rain continued to beat down on the slate roof creating a rhythm like drums beating in the distance. Finally, after they finished breakfast and became more acquainted, Ginny asked if he wanted to shower and change towels, for she said she couldn't stand the damp feeling. I can get you one of my husband's robes and we can get better acquainted after we're warm and dry.

Peter agreed that would really be nice, and maybe he could get into her large hot tub in the garden room she showed him earlier. "I don't have a swimming suit for you Peter, but I never wear one myself. I know this sounds wild and kinky, but I'm really not that way. I've only slept with one man in my entire life, and none in the past ten years. Selfishly, I want to get over the mistake I made earlier today, and I think there is only one way for me to move on."

Ginny had an oversized walk-in shower and they both undressed and got in together. Ginny's eyes were fixated on his package as Peter looked closely at this wonderfully intelligent blond, and he couldn't take his eyes off her gorgeous shape, especially her large firm breasts and surprisingly her shaved pussy. She wanted to hold his penis in both hands to see if she could wrap her little fingers around his massive erect tool, but she did notice the length was not as frightening as she feared. Still, it looked significantly longer and thicker than the outline when he was wearing the soaked shorts on the front porch. Nevertheless, she worried the diameter could be a bigger problem if they took the opportunity to fully enjoy this moment to completion.

While she soaped up his now fully erect penis, he played with her breasts and inserted two fingers into her underutilized vagina. She knew her former lover was much less endowed, but she had nothing else to compare to Peter. She was determined to take him inside and relieve the desire she had constrained for so many years. This would be an opportunity she would not deny herself, and she knew the fancy started while she was still sitting on the park bench crying just an hour earlier. She planned to learn what she had been missing. Ginny was not going to allow Peter to leave now; she couldn't bear to be alone now!

"Before we get in the hot tub, Peter, would you think it too forward of me to ask you to take me to bed? I just have to know if we can even have a relationship before I go any farther. After our discussion, it's apparent we have abstained from sex for far too long, and I can't wait longer. Peter didn't answer, he just lifted her petite body into his muscular arms and carried Ginny to her beautifully decorated Victorian bedroom with a massive canopied brass king-size bed where Peter lowered her onto the pink silk sheets and properly prepared her for her second lover, the first in many years.

"Ginny, I don't think you're ready yet, and once you are nice and slippery you will need to be on top and lower yourself onto my penis gradually, at whatever speed you choose. Too fast and you could feel some pain and never want to see me again. So, I'm going to go down on you, and my tongue will get the excitement flowing and lubricate your vagina. I'm already seeing pre-cum on my penis tip, and that will help prepare you too."

Ginny had never had oral sex performed on her, and her very first violent climax was fast and furious as she was pushing up to meet his urgent probing tongue. When she quit breathing hard he asked if she was ready now. Peter rolled onto his back and Ginny climbed on top and gently lowered herself onto his rigid penis, which was standing tall and thick with Ginny's fingers pointing the way to her shaved treasure chest. Little by little Ginny gained ground as she passed the halfway point, and that's when Peter said to start the up and down motion gently and try to take more after every five or six strokes as she gradually accepts his cock inside her tight vagina. Before she had the penis fully consumed inside her vagina she had two more memorable climaxes before Peter rolled her over and his penis acted like a piston ramming into her body at a high rate of speed until he could feel his semen about to erupt. Do you want it inside or shall I withdraw? Oh, please inside right now for I'm having another tremendous orgasm, and Peter drove inside as far as he could reach and began ejaculating torrid ropes of semen into her private sheath leading to her cervix. After recovering from her excitement and heavy breathing, she exclaimed, "Oh, my God, Peter, I didn't think I could possibly take all of you, and it didn't hurt as I suspected. I have never, ever, had such a marvelous sensation that permeated my entire body. Thank you, Peter that was the only time I enjoyed sex completely; before, I was fulfilling the requirements of a woman. Today, I accomplished my life's dream to be infused with desire and driven to complete satisfaction. Is this Utopia?"

They played in the hot tub until the storm passed and noon approached. "Lunch, Ginny? We could go to Trapper John's." After lunch, they played in the pool and had sex again until four o'clock when Peter said, "I need to get some computer programming finished or I'll be without a job."

"Me too, I'm a ghost writer for a famous author, and if I don't get busy I'm in trouble. Are you going to be at the park in the morning?

"Yes, if the weather is nice. Oh, here's my address, phone number, and email address. How about sending me an email with your data? I hope to see you again soon, Ginny, but if the weather's bad, please call and you can come over to my house for breakfast and we'll talk some more. You may not realize this, Ginny, but I feel like my life isn't over, but it's just beginning. This is my first happy day in many years. I feel like I'm on top of the world. See you tomorrow!"