Chance Encounter_(0)

I met Olivia at a dog park in Highland Park, we chatted as our dogs ran around. Olivia is 5′ 6″ tall, slender curvy body, shoulder length brunette hair, single never married, no children, her breasts small ice cream cones. I see her again at the coffee shop sitting near the door. I walk in dropping a note on her table and continue to the counter to order my coffee. Olivia picks the card up to read; Do you feel horny .. Do you want more than anything to feel your cum spurting out of your pussy .. Do you want relief and release right now ….??? If so place this note on the table folded in half placing it to the right of you .. Then wait for me to walk past you and follow me…. I watch as she reads and rereads the note over and over again. Its still in her hand as I pay for my coffee. I pay, she lowers the note to the table, it hovers in front of her until….Until it’s dropped to the right hand side of her. I walk past her table, I pause briefly, my hand over the note as I look at her. I lean down and rub my crotch. Smile, then pick up the note and walk away. I don’t stop walking until I’m at the nearby park. The one with plenty of trees and secluded private areas. The one that I have walked for hours to find the spot. The spot with lots of privacy but with the thrilling odd chance at being seen.

She follows me in silence, walking casually behind me, until we reach the spot I have picked. I reach into my pocket after sitting on the ground. In silence I pull out another note informing her of what she needs to do or isn’t permitted to do. Yes the rules. No touching me; no coming closer than necessary. Photos are a must part of all activities. Are you willing? Do you want to? The note asks her. Olivia nods her head, her eyes very bright. She is on her knees in front of me, looking up at me, seeing the sun shine around my peppered grey head. She asks me what I like. I say breasts. She cups hers to show me her comfort. Olivia starts to unbutton her blouse. Her breasts spring free after a painstakingly slow unbuttoning, I look at them. My cock visibly growing and stretching before her eyes. She watches my cock grow and smiles as she imagines my length springing free of its enclosure.

She stares at me more intently, making me grow harder. She watches silently, licking her lips as her mouth starts to prepare itself, knowing she wants to taste, but knowing that she cant. She catches a drop of saliva with her tongue before it slides out of the corner of her mouth. She hears me groan. She watches as my hands fist at my sides. She looks up into my eyes with as much innocence as she can. She smiles a smile of hesitation and lure, before asking with a raised brow “ May I see it please?” My hands come out in front of me, they hover over the fly on my pants. I starts to turn away, to leave her on her knees. Olivia whispers “ please,” with begging eyes, big, wide, eyes. She wants me, there is something so very different about me. I’m so different that she could not have refused this challenge. The look in my eyes, she can not let me go. I look back at her, the force, the power in my stare has her lowering her head slightly, Olivia feels liquid heat of her pooling between her thighs while she still kneels in front of me. As if…As if….confusingly…She is meant to be… to be mine.

I turn back to her and open my fly. She forgets her fear, her thoughts about me as she watches me spring free from my pants noticing, that I wear no underwear. Olivia stares at me. She smiles at me she asks me what it feels like. “ Feel it,” I say as I offer it to her on my hand. “ No no.” She replies, she has not touched a penis in a long time. I’m making her feel uncomfortable and horny at the same time. “ Thank you but no, please tell me, what it feels like resting on your hand, I need to know.” Her eyes shine with curiosity and lust as I start to jiggle it up and down on the flat of my palm, as if I’m weighing it while picking through the right words in my mind before I speak. Her tongue thickens again. She licks at her lips as her arousal drips down onto her thighs. I start to describe what I feel like, pausing, thoughtfully between each word. “ Hard, Heavy, Full, Throbbing. I can feel the blood rushing down the veins and into the head; Hot…..it feels hot.” I say with a groan. “ Hmmmm” She moans with me as she greedily stares at my smooth looking cock. Wanting to wrap her lips around it or plunge her fingers into her throbbing wet cunt to ease the need I’m creating in her.