Texas Heat, Low Tide

The Texas sun beat down mercilessly, baking the park bench where we sat, side-by-side. The air hung thick and humid, doing little to alleviate the heat radiating off both of us. I met her gaze, my own eyes locking onto hers, and instinctively wrapped my left arm around her shoulders. Her sundress, a vibrant yellow, clung to her curves, the low neckline exposing a generous expanse of creamy cleavage. It was a reckless, almost daring choice for this weather, but she seemed unconcerned, radiating an easy confidence that drew me in.

I leaned in, my breath ghosting across her jawline as I kissed her neck. My right hand, driven by an irresistible urge, began its slow, deliberate ascent. It started at her knee, sliding up her leg, pausing just above her thigh where the hem of the dress abruptly ended. It was a short dress, undeniably so, stopping just below her butt, leaving her upper thigh exposed. The sheer audacity of it, the blatant invitation, was intoxicating. I slipped my fingers under the hem, feeling the soft, yielding fabric against my skin. It felt like a transgression, a silent agreement to push boundaries.

She burrowed her face into my shoulder, seeking comfort, while my hand continued its upward journey. A gentle pressure, a deliberate push, and she responded, spreading her legs apart, offering herself fully to my touch. The thin cotton of her panties offered little resistance as I pressed against her smooth, sensitive flesh. My fingers found the delicate edge of her panties, and my left hand began a slow, rhythmic massage down her chest, focusing on the round, swollen top of one of her breasts. The rhythm was slow, sensual, building anticipation. I felt the subtle shift within me, the hardening of my member as she breathed deeply, her breathing slowing with each passing moment.

Her movements grew more deliberate, a silent signal that she welcomed my advances. She continued to spread her legs, displaying herself in the harsh glare of the afternoon sun. The dress shifted, sliding down her body as she scooted further along the bench, her rear end barely concealed by the hem. The crotch of her panties was exposed, a vulnerable invitation that I couldn’t resist. With a casual grace, I extended my hand over her crotch, rubbing it slowly, savoring the warmth of her most intimate spot. The touch was deliberate, a calculated exploration of pleasure.

I grabbed her entire clitoris in my hand, squeezing her pussy lips around its sensitive tip. Gently, I began to massage it through the thin fabric of her panties, feeling the subtle tremor that ran through her body. The park around us seemed to fade into the background as my focus narrowed, solely on the sensation of her pleasure. I glanced around, a flicker of awareness of our surroundings, but dismissed the potential presence of onlookers, secure in the knowledge that we were lost in our own private world.

One of her hands found my growing bulge, her fingers instinctively reaching out to grip it, trying to squeeze and rub it through my shorts. I flexed my cock, feeling her resistance, a playful push-and-pull that escalated the excitement. The first, slow squirt of pre-cum escaped, a testament to the building tension, as her hand squeezed me. I looked back at her crotch, my right hand still holding her, and ran two fingers along her slit, rubbing until her wetness caused her panties to cling to her lips, creating a cute, almost comical camel toe. The sight was undeniably arousing, a blend of vulnerability and power.

I ran my hand across her inner thighs, letting her pussy feel my absence, watching as her eyes fluttered open. She glanced down at her damp crotch and then back up at my hand still massaging her neck and cleavage. She reached up, sliding her dress straps off her shoulders to give me better access. The movement was slow, deliberate, a silent acknowledgement of my dominance.

I pulled her dress down over her bra, continuing my exploration, my fingers tracing the contours of her breasts. I grabbed them, feeling their weight and firmness, appreciating their natural beauty. She was wearing a lace bra, which showcased her nipples perfectly, drawing my attention to their sensitive pink hue. I didn't care if anyone witnessed this intimate moment, lost in the heat of the moment, we had shed any inhibitions. I leaned down and kissed the top of one breast, massaging the other firmly, deepening the sensation. She bit my neck in response, a playful gesture that only intensified my desire.

My fingers continued their exploration, descending into her swollen pussy. One finger slipped in, and her wetness squeezed it, confirming her receptiveness. I pulled out, spreading her creamy juice over her lips and clit. I pushed two fingers into her now, reaching the back of her and massaging down over her g-spot. My thumb worked her clit while my other hand milks her tit through her bra. Her hand frantically rubbed my dick, desperate for release. It was pushing against my shorts, leaking pre-cum and soaking through the khaki material. The scent was intoxicating, a blend of sweat, desire, and anticipation.

She reached down, grabbing the wrist of my hand, pulling me closer as she furiously fucked my hot cunt. She slowly pulled my fingers out, cleaning up every drop of pussy cream, leaving no trace behind. When she finished, she looked down at herself, admiring her tight, pink slit, which was now open and puffy from my fingers having thoroughly enjoyed her. We both watched as her juice started dripping from her, a testament to the intensity of our shared pleasure. My hands were pinching her nipples, enjoying the sensation of her skin against my fingertips.

Her hand absentmindedly slid along my cock as she watched my hands squeeze her breasts. She still held her panties to the side, daring anyone to interrupt our moment. She smiled when I stopped massaging her tits, unclasping her bra, and pulling it off. I folded it up and placed it in our picnic bag, securing it from prying eyes. Her tits were now completely exposed, large and natural, with soft pink nipples. We both looked at them, lost in the beauty of the moment. She squeezed her arms together, creating an obscene amount of cleavage. I moved to wrap my arms around her, but she stopped me, pulling back slightly, maintaining a sense of control.

As we sat there, basking in the heat and the intimacy of our shared experience, I knew this was just the beginning. There were more moments to come, more explorations of pleasure, more shared secrets whispered in the warmth of the Texas sun. I glanced at the sky, a clear, cloudless expanse of blue, and felt a surge of anticipation. It was exciting to play outside, without any greenery to hide us. The park was open, offering a sense of freedom and abandon. There was no one around, but the feeling of being watched, of being vulnerable, was strangely exhilarating.

The scent of her sweat mingled with the air, clinging to my skin, a constant reminder of the pleasure we had just shared. I reached out, gently tracing the curve of her hip with my fingertips, savoring the sensation of her warmth against my skin. She leaned into my touch, her body relaxing completely, surrendering to the pleasure. The world faded away, leaving only the two of us, lost in a moment of pure, unadulterated desire.

As the sun continued its descent, casting long shadows across the park, we remained motionless, clinging to each other, lost in the aftermath of our shared experience. The heat still lingered on our skin, a tangible reminder of the passion that had ignited between us. It was an exquisite feeling, a potent cocktail of lust, desire, and intimacy. I knew that this was a moment we would never forget, a memory that would forever be etched in our hearts. The thought of continuing this adventure, of exploring the depths of our desires together, filled me with a sense of excitement and anticipation. There was definitely a second part coming! This is fiction, but bits and pieces are true. We have had quite a lot of fun playing in parks when we are in the mood

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