Tryst In The Park

Early afternoon, and I was sweating lightly as I applied more oil to my tanning body. Short-shorts and a small halter top were perfect for this weather, and I turned luxuriantly on my blanket, enjoying the heat the sun was spreading through me. Hearing the tinny call of the ice cream truck, though, brought me quickly to my feet. Slipping on my sandals, I left my secluded spot near a grove of trees in the park and began walking to the parking lot.

The sound of a young man’s angry voice nearby made me turn my head, just in time to see him begin to raise his hand as if to slap a pretty young redhead. “Hey!” I called out, and ran over to them. She was crying silently, tears rolling down the most angelic, slightly freckled face I had ever seen.

“Stay out of it, lady” he sneered, “this is none of your business.”

“The hell it’s not!” I told him indignantly. “Come with me, sweetheart, let this asshole cool off,” and I reached down and took her hand. Her tearful green eyes looked up at me gratefully, and I pulled her to feet. Tiny little thing, maybe 5 foot tall, slender, petite. Small, girlish breasts peeking through the thin cotton, buttoned tank top, very short shorts revealing just a hint of her rounded ass…my, my. Putting my arm around her, I walked with her slowly to the ice cream truck.

“You don’t have to tell me what happened, baby, but you deserve better treatment than that,” I whispered softly in her ear, and to my surprise I saw her nipples harden under the tank top as she rested her head on my shoulder for a moment. I let my hand brush her breast as if by accident, and the soft intake of breath caused a wave of desire to rush through me. “How old are you, sweetheart?”

“Sixteen…I’ll be seventeen in March” she answered.

I smiled at her as we approached the truck. “Popsicles, ok, honey?”

“Yes, root beer flavor please,” she smiled, wiping away the tears, looking up at me with those incredible green eyes, tiny flecks of brown, just beautiful. Her lashes were the same gorgeous shade of red as her hair, the sun glinting gold off them and I tried to fight off another surge of desire, unsuccessfully.

I bought us two root beer popsicles, and led her by the hand back to my blanket. Pulling her down next to me, I smiled and handed her to her. I watched as she softly began to taste it with her tongue and lips, taking it into her mouth, licking it. I did the same, and our eyes met. Smiling, she held my gaze as she licked it more sensuously now, and I did the same, feeling myself getting wet. She sighed, turned her face up and I kissed her softly, feeling a jolt as her tongue gently slipped into my mouth. I set my popsicle down on the bag, taking her face in my hands, and kissed her more hungrily, loving her responsiveness. My hands slid down, caressing her shoulders, the gentle curve of her small, pert breasts, my thumbs lightly teasing the hard little nubs of her nipples. She shuddered and kissed me more hungrily, raising her breasts to my caresses.

Undoing the little buttons of her tank top with one hand, I let my other hand slowly travel down her slender belly. She shook the top off, and I caressed one sweet little breast as my fingers played along the leg of her shorts, her thigh under it, feeling her heat.

“Let’s get you out of these too, baby girl” I whispered, and she nodded. She raised her hips as I unzipped them, and I slid them off. Beautiful, sweet little pussy, a fine smattering of light red hair touched by the sun. My lips moved to her right breast, and I began to softly lick it, taking her nipple into my mouth, and teasing it with my teeth as my hand explored the silkiness of her thigh, her legs opening as I reached the crease, teasing her all around but not touching her sex, not yet. She moaned and moved under me as my tongue and lips traveled to her other breast, feeling her breath quicken. I began to caress her vulva, softly, teasing, and finally one finger caressed her little clit. She gasped as I slowly stroked its slickness, her legs wide apart now, and I teased her until I felt a rush of moisture.

“Try this, baby,” I grinned, and picked up my popsicle. I held her gaze as I let it drip onto her belly, her thighs and her eyes widened, then closed as I dripped it onto her tight little pussy. I slid the popsicle between her outer lips, sliding it up and down her little clit, then bent and licked it softly. She moaned as I did this again, then again, finally sliding the popsicle slowly into her as I teased her clit with my tongue, tasting her juices mingled with the popsicle flavor. I slid it in and out, her hips beginning to rock in rhythm, and I saw the sweet sticky juice running down from the heat of her melting it. My tongue moved up and down her sweet clit as I fucked her with the popsicle, and she started bucking against my face. Breaking off part of the popsicle inside her, I tossed the rest away and tasted her sweetness all the way, my tongue flicking her clit, and slid first one, then two fingers, inside. Hot, wet, the chill of the popsicle as I drove it inside her with my fingers and she was moaning now, caressing my head. Licking her up and down, fingers beginning to pump now I could tell she was getting close.

“Cum for me, sweet baby,” I murmured, and sucked her clit as my fingers rocked, wiggling inside her as I pumped her, three fingers stretching her, and NOW…Yes, she exploded, pussy walls closing and opening in spasms against my fingers, rocking herself up and down against my tongue. I felt the waves of my own orgasm surging over me, light exploding inside my head as I gently brought her down, her cum running down my hand and wrist, licking her softly now, feeling her little shudders. Leaving my fingers inside her, I slowly kissed my way back up her belly, her breasts, until finally I reached that sweet mouth again and kissed her, laying next to her with my fingers resting inside for a bit. I gently removed them, and caressed her vulva and the soft rise of her mound.

We shared my fingers as we kissed. “Better get you dressed again, baby doll,” I whispered, my hair falling across her shoulder, and she nodded. I slid her shorts back on, kissing her soft mound before zipping and buttoning them, then took her hand and raised her to sit. As she buttoned the takn, I gave one last kiss to those sweet, perky little breasts and smiled.

“Want me to walk you home, honey?” I asked. “No, that’s all right,” she smiled, putting on her sandals. “Thank you,” and she got up and strolled slowly across the park. I watched until she turned the corner and was out of sight. I never saw her again....but I'll never forget that afternoon in the park.