Karen in the Park

It was my day off, I had no plans, so slept in; a selfregenerating day, just a relaxing, I had coffee sitting on the sofa naked. It looked nice out, so I decided on a stroll to the local bistro for a late morning lunch.

I dressed casually, a baby blue, button up blouse and jean cutoffs.

It was pleasantly warm, beautiful blue skies, light breeze; instead of sitting in the bistro, I meandered to the nearby park.

I walked a short distance, across a bridge over a small stream, to a bench under a large tree, located at the intersection of several paths, I sat there, it was serene, the fragrance of lilacs wafting in the air.

I sipped my drink between bites of my pastry. I began paying attention to several people walking the park, some with dogs, couples holding hands, power walkers with earbuds, Moms with baby carriages, a few cyclists, most appeared happy, relaxed. Many nod or offer a simple gesture of greeting as they pass.

I found myself playing a game I just invented; rating them, my initial perception in categories like body language, appearance, attitude, friendliness, stress level, awareness of surroundings (I have an aversion to people texting instead of relaxing, enjoying nature). It becomes a real relaxing, fun experience.

I think I should have lunch here regularly, become a people watcher, I would truly enjoy having simple conversations with other park enthusiasts.

My lunch finished long ago, I check my watch, gee, I’ve been here nearly 2 hours; I best get going, I gather my cup and wraps, to place in a garbage bin by the bridge.

I notice, what appears to be a very y female strolling over the bridge towards me, she is alone, even from this distance, I could tell she had a great body, I was intrigued, as she gets closer, she appears quite attractive, possibly my first 10 rating.

Long, black cotton knit dress with white piping around all the edges, she swayed seductively as the distance between us diminished, a purposeful gait. The fabric was snug, clinging to her body, it accentuated her voluptuous curves. I’m drawn the side slit; her entire right leg comes into view with each stride, as she nears.

My initial scan shows no panty line, and no bra, there are slight nipple protrusions, poking the snug material. She’s not a tall, slim model, average height, solid, big boned, no excess fat, unless you consider large boobs as fat, as she’s wellendowed in that department; a blonde ‘Betty Boop’ comes to mind,

She is dark blonde, wavy, past her broad shoulders; white, untanned skin. Our eyes meet, hers are a grey shade of blue, they sparkle with a sense of teasing, playfulness. We exchange smiles; her white teeth surrounded by full lips, a prominent cheekbone, and dimples, quite attractive; indeed.

The lack of makeup indicates to me a confidence in herself; I always preferred natural beauty, and people who feel good enough about themselves to go in public showing their true beauty.

She was attractive, curvaceous, luscious, elegantly y, in a motherly way, not the media forced beauty of a model or celebrity. I most admired her full figure softness, someone that would be my preference to snuggle up with on a cold winter night, oh hell, any time!

Her large round breasts so inviting, pillowy soft, beckoning to nestle between, huggable hips and a firm, flat, tight tummy. I assure you; I’d find it very difficult to fall asleep, with her beside me.

I’m considering a 10 or at least a 9.5… I’m rating her overall appearance and the sensuous, erotic vibe I’m getting. All this data is gathered in a matter of seconds.

As she was passing, my eyes were focused on her bare thigh, the dress slit was up to her waist, no panty side visible, so she either had a thong, or was commando; I was hoping for a wardrobe malfunction to afford me a pussy peek. You can call me a pervert, but I believe most women want to be looked at, ogled;… whether they admit it or not… that’s why they expend so much time and money… ‘getting ready’… dressing provocatively and to make themselves prettier before ever leaving their domain.

Alas, I wasn’t rewarded with anything more than I was already admiring. She stops, almost as an afterthought, as she was slightly past me. Realizing she stopped, I twist, look up, our eyes connect; she spoke first, complimenting me on the selection of my shady resting place on such a nice day; a very pleasant, wholesome, demeanor, a soft, melodical, rather calming voice.

“Thank you for stopping,” I replied, “people seldom converse with strangers these days, everyone’s in a hurry or caught up in their own stuff.” I nod, with a smile; I gesture her to sit. “Please, if you have time, sit a spell.” She smiled, without hesitation, sat on the bench. Definitely a 10.

I complimented her on her beauty, she graciously responding. “Thank you, as are you.”

We engaged in a basic, pleasant conversation about the weather and the park, for several moments.

“I’m an offduty detective, how about you?”

“I was a nurse for several years;” She shared, “I was recently promoted to an office job.” That explains her wholesome friendly attitude and amiable bedside mannerism. Through further conversation, I discovered she grew up on a farm, longing to escape; knowing in her early teens she was destined to get away from the farm, a strong desire to be a city gal.

She emanated a fun, spontaneous, alluring, aura.

“Me too, I’m from Kansas.”

She twisted toward me, crossed her legs, the dress flopped, totally exposing her right leg, she grasped the hem and replaced it to cover her leg; my eyes weren’t quick enough to catch the flash; elevating my curiosity.

“I ‘tried marriage’, it was rather brief, my hubby became overly jealous of my best friend; I don’t know why I married him in the first place, and ya, so no regrets.”

{I read between the lines; hubby jealous of best friend.}

We continue chatting revealing she never had children, to the ambivalence of her mother.

I boldly asked, “Are you in a current relationship?”

She, looked away, evasive, I sensed I might have over stepped, crossed a line of privacy with someone I just met, maybe a sore topic. I decided not to push the issue, I’d let it percolate, and hopefully she’ll maybe take the initiative.

With a stoic, blank expression. “Well kinda.”

Unsure if I should pursue this avenue, I made a joke about one of my exboyfriends and we exchanged some joking banter about former relationships.

At this juncture I felt a vibe, a connection, so I candidly confessed.

“I’m happily married, we have an open relationship; I’m Biual, all our friends, swing.” I watched carefully to gauge her response.

Her eyes lit up, “Biual?” she excitedly commented rather than quizzed, then much more relaxed she continued. “My girlfriend, well kinda, unsure of our current relationship status;” she sighed. “She is still in the picture, whenever I go home.” I detect her demeanor change, she turns her body toward me, this time when the dress falls, she leaves her leg exposed; but still hiding what I yearn to see. She rests her arm on the back of the bench; I did read her right; she is definitely more relaxed with me now; her body language, unconsciously portraying she’s being fully receptive.

She however also seemed distracted, likely thinking of her girlfriend back on the farm, she purses her lips, fakes a grin. I read this as a troubled longdistance relationship.

I sense this is heading in the direction I’m hoping for. “No one here?” I press the subject, because now I’m intending to pursue her.

She responds, “No, I haven’t been looking,” twirling hair in her fingers.

“I’m always looking…” Seductively, I lick my lips, lifting my right knee onto the bench, her eyes avert to my wide displayed thighs, my crotch, my vulva barely covered by the thin strip of denim, if I had pubic hair, it would be visible.

She holds her gaze, shifts her position. I put my arm on the back of the bench, my fingers touch hers. Her nipples have changed, not hard, but begun to grow

“Really” She inhales rather sharply. Her eyes seem more intense, curious;… I know she caught my allusion and isn’t objecting. It produces a pronounced smile, two enlarged dimples, a mischievous twinkle in her sultry eyes; her expression spoke to me loudly.

{‘Aha, I’m right, I’m going to seduce her.’}

I tempt her, pursuing a flirtatious path.

“Why aren’t you looking? If your partner was satisfied, she wouldn’t have strayed.”

I interlock my fingers with hers.

“Karen, you are a stunning, voluptuous, y, woman, and pleasant company. I have reason to believe you’re a funloving, feisty, firecracker female. We may both be country gals at heart, but we chose the city, let’s have some fun together.” I smile, raise my eyebrows waiting for her acceptance or denial.

“What are you implying?” Her grin producing those awesome dimples, and an eye twinkle revealing her mischievous inner thoughts.

“Karen, I know you’re not that naïve, this unmistakable erotic vibe; our aroused nipples are telling, I know you’ve noticed mine as well.” I roll one of mine through my blouse. I believe you’re wet as well?”

“Yes, but I’m reluctant.” She responds. “I should get going.” She states, turning away.

“Back to work?” I quiz.

“No, I have a couple days off.” As she stood. “I’m scared.”

I felt deflated, considered making a bold request.

[‘Damn, is she interested? Or not? Does she want me to stop her?’}

She stood, straightened her dress, turned… on her first step away, I spoke, “Karen, WHY? You intrigue me; you’re alluring, I’m interested… do you not find me alluring” Even somewhat enticing, why not, we’re both experienced?”

Then, as when she arrived; she must have reconsidered, had a second thought, she stopped, turned back.

“I’m a naive country girl;” She sighed deeply… as if that was an adequate answer.

I wasn’t about to accept her unfounded disdain. I feel she wanted me to take the lead, so I took an aggressive approach; I stood, and looking intently into her eyes, as I took her hand.

“What does that matter, your past has brought you to this very moment.” Taking both hands I gaze at her gorgeous face. “When you step out of the shower in your sensational birthday suit, you wipe off the steam and look in the mirror; country… city, no difference… you’re still a y woman, with ual needs, we’re both here, right now.” I pause. “So, let’s go for a test drive?” I lick my lips, bite my lower lip and wiggle my eyebrows. “Let’s have some promiscuous fun.”

She giggles. “I’m hesitant, alright, my current relationship is in a holding pattern, she’s found someone else and seems unsure which of us to move forward with.”

I peer at her, scarcely louder than a whisper “Sounds like a fun distraction is precisely what you need.” I can almost hear her pondering the invitation.

“Ya, a distraction, might be exactly what I need? I mean she admitted she’s considering another.” She nods, “Let’s give it a go; my car is just over here on the street.” She points back in the direction she came from.

“My place is right over there; I gesture the opposite direction.”

I take her hand; we begin walking my way. I stop, near the park edge, turn to her, I touch my lips to hers, my left hand touches the bare skin at the top of the dress slit, feline curiosity bests me, needing to know, I slide my hand around her curved mound to her butt crack… fingertips to the hem of a lacy thong. I squeeze that smooth, bare, firm, ass cheek, and with my other hand behind her neck. “Mmmm, nice, very, very nice.” I press to her soft, warm, lips, her arms surround my neck, her tongue slides past my lips, intimate, arousing we both murmur a pleasurable moan.

She runs her hands down my back, pats my butt, adding a gentle squeeze. Her arm around my waist we continue walking.

Karen pipes up, “Yes, I’m confident this is what I need to decide on my current relationship; I do believe she wants out.” She tightens her arm around my waist. “But neither of us want to accept moving on.”

I stop, step in front of her, my hands on her hips. “Karen, you’ve just decided to move on.” I give her a quick peck, take out my cell, “I told you I’m in an open relationship, I’m gonna text Grant to let him know what I’m up to.” I step back, holding my phone. “How about a y pose, we’re both a bit voyeuristic.” Karen puts her right arm behind her head, elbow outward, lifts the slit of her dress with her left, pulls it to her left, holding the dress, hooking her thumb in the top of her thong, teasingly showing her entire right leg, both thighs, the red thong teasingly covering her vulva, she turns slightly widens her legs by bending her right knee.”

“Dayuumm, that’s hot.” I fan myself, we both giggle. Her extended nipples harden, a dead giveaway how much she too enjoyed that. I take a second pic of her bosom in her aroused state.

I text Grant: Hey babe, I’m on my way home, won’t be making supper, have other eating plans.

Reply: Ok, whatcha up to?

Text Grant: {pic of Karen posing} Some in depth interrogation. LOL

Reply: Need a hand, LOL, or any other body part I could provide?? LOL.

Text Grant: Not yet… maybe later. Kisses, Love ya!

Reply: Text me when to CUM home, I won’t disturb ya, Luv ya back, backside, bottom. LOL, especially your bum. Hehehehe.

As we start walking again. “I have to text my detective partner to cover for me if we get a call.”

Text Mel: Cover for me, I don’t want to be disturbed.

Reply: Sure, what’s up?

Text Mel: {pic of Karen pose} I’m going undercover… LOL… an indepth interrogation. LOL

Reply: OMG, she’s gorgeous, {Bulging heart eyes emoji} I wanna help, good cop, bad cop? I’ll be either. LOL

Text Mel: Awwwee, not today, maybe in the future, I hope. {sad face emoji}

Reply: First dibs, for future plans. {Bulging heart emoji}

I show Karen the texts as I unlock and push open our door.

“I could text either of them, if you’d prefer a menage a trois?”

“Let’s start with a basic hook up.”

She hands back my phone, “I’m not seeking a relationship, but it appears threesomes are readily available.”

I shut the door, “Threesomes, foursomes, orgies, , DP’s, most fantasies, our Swing Club, are all available when you want.”

“Hmmm, interesting,” She has a ‘what now’ gaze, and posture. “I’m nervous, I’ve only ever been with a few people I grew up with… and we just sorta naturally gravitated to having .”

I put my arm around her waist, a kiss on her cheek, I speak softly

“Let’s not rush, I’d like to know more about you, discuss your reluctance to consider sharing with Grant.”

“I’m not a fan of copulating with males. I’ve only been with three and all were unfulfilling, I’m a happy lez.”

“Are you though… are you happy? You’ve admitted your lover is moving on, you’re here, curiously exploring.” I lead her to the sofa.

“Ok, let’s start there; please tell me more about your previous life. I’ll get some wine.” I return with a bottle and 2 glasses. I sit close, pouring.

Both looking longingly in each other’s eyes we touch glasses. Karen begins her , “My first ever ual activity was when I was invited to a schoolmate’s birthday party. All the other classmates went home after cake and ice cream, I was the only one invited to sleepover. We were in her bed, I was awakened by movement on the bed, when my mind engaged, through sleepy eyes, I saw her older sister’s naked backside; above my chest, she pushed open my legs, her mouth went to my twat, she kissed, licked and fingered me.

I was stunned, dumbfounded, I had no idea what was happening, I hadn’t even masturbated prior to this; this was the first sensations I ever felt down there. My body responded unconsciously, I tingled, amazed it felt good. When I orgasmed, I panicked, afraid, unsure about what was happening. She scooted back forcing her pussy onto my face. She sat upright, played with my tits and commanded her little sister to go down on me, barking instructions for us both to follow. I involuntarily had another quivering orgasm. Then the sisters did a beside me, both fondling my breasts.

After they both climaxed, they explained, they targeted me because of my large breasts. They both latched their mouths one on each as they both fingered my pussy. I admitted how enjoyable it was and wanted for more.”

She sipped.

“We had several liaisons together, and I experimented with other girls, and 3 boys over the next couple years. I didn’t enjoy the boys and became proficient teaching other girls’ cunnilingus.”

Taking the initiative, I slid closer, “Well, you’ll have to prove that to me.” I took her wine glass, stretched across her, setting it on the end table. I was pretty much laying on top of her. My left hand caressing her neck. She brushed aside my hair and kissed the side of my neck; my leg went between hers.

The hands that pulled my face to hers were firm. Her soft, puffy lips pressed mine, she wrapped her arms around me and drew me close, her tongue, pushing my lips apart, eases into my mouth.

“Mmmm.” This was not just kissing, or even simply making out; this was oral foreplay. Intense, arousing, the kind of kiss people do when they’re about to frantically rip each other’s clothes off, to feverishly start .

Our tongues tease each other, and she twisted, so her body eased over mine, her left fingers started on my belly, under my blouse, delicately roaming lazily up to my breast, her warm hand cupped my mound, and her thumb and index finger gingerly pinch, before rolling my sensitive nipple; causing it to harden and me to moan. Her warm hands pleasantly massaging my tits, delicate and firm at the same time and whatever she was doing was working, I involuntarily moaned. This expert titillation was unexpected, not complaining, but I thought she was naive, inexperienced, and going to be passive, based on our previous conversation.

My fingers start near her knees, sliding up her inner thighs, hiking up her dress, squeezing her marvelous bum cheeks, pulling her to me, my thigh pulsing between hers.

She traces a fingernail around my areola, then down my centerline, all the way to my waist, circling my navel. Then, nails grazing back up, resting between my breasts, over to my other areola, gently pinches my firm nipple, as she toys with my nipples, she undoes my blouse buttons with her right fingers, when I feel the fabric fall away, we break our oral union, her tongue trails to my distended protuberance and sucking fiercely attempts to remove the sensitive bump from my boob.

“Oohhh, mmmnnnnggghhh,”

During this exciting stage her fingers undo my jean button, and she teasingly grazes along the top of my cutoffs.

My fingers trace along her spine, I caress the curve of her hip to her thong, I follow the fabric edge, my fingers slide under her thong, moving in a direct path to her pubis mons, two fingers slip inside her underwear and brush the soft curly pubes over her vulva.

Her evident prowess is rapidly escalating me to an extraordinary ecstatic state.

Everything she’s doing is extremely erotic, sensual, causing me to lose my rational focus, my head drops to the nape of her neck, kissing up the neck to nibble on her earlobe.

Her lips separate from my tit, and I thought she was coming in for a deeper kiss; she pulls gently on my lower lip, a gentle grip between her teeth. My zipper is tugged down, her palm against my vulva, one finger eases between my wet labia, a second enters as her hand lowers, both delicate, slender digits, curl; slowly plunging deeper into my hot cunny, pulling back just slightly, and then pushing in again.

“Mmm, hhnnnngghhh,”

I concede, her expertise is evident. Her fingers must have some sort of heat seeking, homing device, as she required no searching, she promptly locates my g spot.

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