Will she or won’t she? What would you do?

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Will she or won’t she? What would you do?Having been married and untouched for many years, there was a day, not long ago, when I made a decision. Ror me, it was a very big decision. I am not certain if it was due to spring, hearing the new birds in the neighborhood trees, chirping for food as their parents neared, or watching the backyard squirrels as they explored and found each other sexually. For whatever the reason, it was painfully clear to me, I needed go get laid. I was not certain how, but just knowing I was going to make it happen, made it exciting. I had the day out of the office, and decided to take my lunch to a park, being outdoors has always helped me plan, and think. I dressed wanting action that morning, but not in an obvious way . Possessing very ,very, large breasts, I wore a bra which accented them under my low cut blouse, which tucked nicely into my short jeans skirt. Platform sandals helped as I walked across the lawn at the park headed to the picnic bench. I wore no panties and felt my juices start to flow down the tops of my thighs making each step I had a clear, silky slick reminder, that I was going seduce some poor unsuspecting man somewhere today.I am tall, and know that my long legs get watched when I walk, but it is the sort of thing one tends to forget while actually walking, you simply dress for it in the morning. Arriving at the picnic table, initially I started to sit on the bench part as I normally would, legs together under the table. Not today, with k**s playing in the park, I was mindful to be careful as I sat, I sat on the table, with my legs about 3 inches separated, exposing, should one care to see, a well shaved pussy.I even found myself unwrapping my sandwich in a slow and seductive fashion. Oh my god I was hot with wanting sex. I slowly, tore and placed each small bite into my mouth, realized when I took a sip from my drink, I was licking the tip of the straw just before placing it in my mouth to suck. I ate slowly, deliberately, watching all the afternoon activity at the park. Relaxing I leaned back a little, placing my hands behind me leaning on them, and lifted my face to the sun, enjoying the çanakkale escort warmth. It was, with my eyes closed, a deep male voice said from behind me, “May I share this table? “ Partially startled, and mostly annoyed, I turned quickly to give a response. As I was turning my head, he was coming around to the front of the table, I lifted my glasses so that I may see him more clearly. “Oh my” I thought “this guy is gorgeous!” I took a deep breath to respond, while he started to seat himself. An entire table, and he sits in such a way, that one leg goes between mine on the bench, and he places his food to the side, his dark sunglass covered eyes never moving from mine while he finished sitting. A smirk crossed his face, as he looked directly down, to observe the desserts inside the skirt. His white teeth sparkled as he boldly smiled. I was holding my breath, not actually knowing what to do. When, the man simply reached forward and touched the damp skin between my legs. A soft quiet groan escaped my lips, he continued to silently touch, my slickened thighs, and finally, the lips of my pussy, his fingers separated the lips, and his middle finger barely darted into the pussy, he knowledgeably dragged more or my wetness up, and slowly made circles on my clitoris. “Oh my!” I thought, “this cannot be happening!” I felt my nipples straining against the fabric of my blouse, and my back automatically arched pushing into his fingers begging for more. He removed his hand and put his fingers to my lips, I automatically sucked them clean, including tiny flicks of my tongue. It was then that, he boldly lifted my foot and moved it spreading my legs further apart, lifted my skirt, and plunged his fingers deeply into my pussy, rubbing his thumb on my clit. He quietly said, “ We can do this here, or we can finish in that cropping of trees behind you. I am good, you will want to scream”More convinced than ever I was in make believe land, I stuttered something unintelligible as his hand took mine, and we went for a stroll. Part of my mind was screaming, “Oh shit this could be an axe murderer, and the other part was saying so what, as long as you escort çanakkale get some before you die. We continued in silence. After walking on the dirt path for about ten minutes, we stopped and he pushed me into a tree and kissed me, deeply and passionately. This guy was the whole package! He reached into my blouse, and pulled my breasts out, one at a time and for a moment stared, saying only, “oh my god” he bent forward and took each erect nipple into his mouth and sucked deeply, biting intermittently, I could only moan at the sheer pleasure of the feeling . He turned me swiftly, guided my hands to the tree, which resulted in my ass being out and my legs spread in a balancing response, I felt my skirt get lifted, and instantly a thick cock was perched on my pussy lips, he teased me, knowing I wanted him, making me wait. He took the bulb of his cock, and guided it up and down slowly, from clit to pussy and back. I continued to moan. He then asked if he could cum inside, I nodded in response, no longer able to really think to put together sentences. He entered me slowly, he was quite large, and it took a while, but when he was fully submerged, we stood, not moving, with the exception of my hungry neglected pussy’s spasms on his cock. His voice broke the stillness, “you have to stop that, or you will make me cum”. His low voice growled softly in my ear. He pulled out of me, stepped out of his pants, and we lay in the grasses under the trees. With my knees bent, he opened my legs further, he stared for a while at my now swollen pussy, touched it softly, and leaned forward, entering into me, My legs automatically lifted to rest on his shoulders, like we had done this forever. “Mmmmm he said softly, now this is fucking”.He fucked me, fucked me, and fucked me. When he would stop to get his breath, I would allow my hips to roll and grind on his cock. He pulled out to suck my clit. His tongue darted, teeth nibbled, he took his fingers, and grabbed the labial lips, and through them tugged at the urethra , involuntarily I started jerking and wrenching my body away, he leaned in not allowing me to move away, and I came. I came hard, çanakkale escort bayan so hard he could not hold on and as I started to scream while cumming I felt my mouth get covered by his large hand.He removed his hand and plunged his cock deeply into me, bottoming out into my pussy, he pounded and pounded and pounded, I reached down with my hand to touch his balls while he continued fucking my pussy, they were hard as rocks, the second I touched him, he started to cum, I felt his cock get large inside as he exploded into me. His cock pulses continued for a long time, while my pussy continued to milk him. I mindlessly ran my fingers through his thick wavy hair, as our brathing became more normal. He pressed his lips to my neck. With a quick flick of his tongue, and a kiss, I felt him pulling out of me. He stood and replaced his trousers. Reached his hand out, and helped me to my feet. He took my breasts into his hands pushing them together, and tried to suck my nipples at one time in his mouth…..He looked into my eyes and said, I would like to see these again. Kissed each tit, and place it back in my blouse. I pulled my skirt down, while feeling our comingled juices started to migrate down my thighs. I felt myself blush. Blush at that, and at what I had just done. He reached forward, and took my face in his hands, then kissed the tip of my nose, and smiled that incredible smile. He reached into his pocket, pulled out his wallet, handed me a business card, upside down. “The choice is yours, I would like to see you again, please call, but if this is to be total stranger sex, do not look at the card”. We held hands, walking back to the bench where we met, surprisingly his sack lunch was still where we had left it. I turned to leave, he reached out grabbing my wrist. He turned me around, stepped in, and just looked at me. Kissing the top of my forehead, and said, “Thank you. I really am hoping you call, I would like to do this again, but I will understand if you do not”. One thing is for certain, that is a day, and experience I will never forget, just the memory makes me wet. As I finish writing this, I am looking at the back of a nice linen business card. I have yet to turn it over. It has been nearly a month now, and the question remains, do I leave it as an exceptional stranger sex experience, or go for it again? Should anybody actually read this account, please, tell me, what would you do?

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