A Walk in the Park

We were both riding the same wavelength. Little did we know that we were going through our own individual turmoil. We just kept it to ourselves. Little breadcrumbs of how we were feeling were left as cryptic text messages. But we did not burden each other with those ailments of life.

Silence crept into my life. It was a day where the hubby wanted to have an intervention type discussion with me. I started to stand up for myself from his manipulation. He was finally realizing that I was moving on in my life without him. He wanted to apologize and thought I would be groveling for his acceptance. However, I stood my ground with a stone cold look and just walked away.

I took my bag and keys and closed the door behind me. I started to drive. My BMW loved road trips. It performs the best flying through the highway. Then I got your text. "Hey hun, how are you? I'm taking a drive and I thought of you." I smiled at that text. I didn't realized how fast or far I was driving. I looked up at the green highway sign and it said "Exit 14 A, B, C Holland Tunnel." I replied, "Meet me at Liberty State Park." I shared my location with you. And I recieved the thumbs up emoji. Did he just accept my invite?

It was muscle memory that got to me to the parking lot of the park. It had a nice view of the city. I remember taking long walks in the park when my daughter was a child. I remember those days feeling lonely as a single mom wondering about my existance. I remember how I longed to have some one's company when I was not feeling right. As strong as I appeared, I a deep down a mush when I relate to them. My little heart was full of scars from all of life's battles.

I found a parking spot at the corner. I turned off the engine. I looked out to the New York skyline. I wanted to see you but I was not sure if you would show. 15 minutes passed. 30 minutes passed. It was almost 45 minutes later after I had parked. Disappointment was rearing its ugly head. I couldn't be too disappointed. You too was forbidden fruit. I was getting tired of sitting in my car. I wanted to get closer to the edge of the park. It was like walking a pier. Hudson River was what separated the NYC skyline and the park. I sat on the hood of my car. I saw headlights from afar. I turned my head. At first I could not tell what the make and model of the car coming my way. I felt like it was safer to be inside the car. Then I recognized the famous Tesla "T."

Was that you? I was hoping that it was. But what if it wasn't? It was time get back into the car. It was my safe haven while I was in a foreign place. I forget that I live in a dangeous world, where women lives are always in danger when it comes to darkness. Just as I locked the car, the Telsa parked right next to me. It was you. You smiled at me and I smiled back. I unlocked the car and he sits in the passenger side. I remembered that look. We smiled at each other. We leaned into each other. The kiss is slow and soft. Your tongue slips into my mouth. You hold my face as I hold your hands. I felt myself melting with your kiss. Why did you have this power over me.

"How are you my dear?" you asked. It was sweet to see you. How was I supposed to feel. You made me smile. The world stopped existing again. My cheeks lifted and responded, "Better now." This time you tell me to move to the back seat. I smiled and we both moved to the back seat of my car. This time we were on our respective sides. You look at me with a twinkle in your eyes, "Why are you all over on that side?" That was my signal to crawl over to you. I couldn't just lean over. I crawled towards you. I always want to sit on top of you like a good girl would. Today, I was just wearing a soft sweat suit combo. I wasn't planning for this encounter. I look deep into your eyes and I placed my lips on yours. You quickly place your hands underneath my sweatshirt.

I loved physically escaping with you. You pressed your fingers into my back. That was another sensitive part of my body. I arched my back as I responded to your touch. You loved my reaction. You started to kiss on my neck, and whispered into my ear, "God, you're so sexy." "And why do you make me so wet?" I responded. You moaned with approval. Your fingertips ran back down my back. Your fingertips slipped past the waistband of my sweatpants. I was not wearing panties that day. It's a common practice of mine. Your fingertips caressed my cheeks. You gave me a squeeze. I was overflowing with desire. I could only imagine you penetrating into me. I imagined taking you deeply. You were balls deep. I remembered how wet I was and the squishy noises made between us.

You held me tightly. I moan, "Oh, how I wish you were inside of me!"

In a heavy breath you replied, "Take off your pants." You were dead serious. "Now," you added. My kitty quivered. Of course I was going to listen to your command. You assisted in pulling my pants down. The pants fell down to my ankles. You guided me to turn around. I forgot the headroom of this car. You had pulled your cock out. As I turned around, I noticed that you were stroking your cock to get the maximize your hard-on.

I was ready for that dick. Slowly, I back onto you. I hadn't done backward ride on you. I reached between my legs to grab your penis. My labia touched your shaft. Your hands rubbed my back. You reached around and fondled my breast. Slowly I entered the tip of your dick into me. I bent over, grabbing the shoulders of each of the front seats. Since the tip was inside of me, I continued to take the rest of you inside of me. You placed your hand on my hips. You guided the rhythm of my ride.

My hips whined on your manhood. Yes, you were in me raw. My fluids were coating your mast. I bent over more over the console of my car. It allowed for your mast to go deeper into me. "Yes, baby, just like that," you moaned. I loved it when you gave me praise during sex. It mades me ride you harder. I would change the movements of my hips just that it can hit my pussy a different way.

Your finger tips ran up and down my back. Sparks flew to the four corners of my body. I would lean back. You reached around and played my pussy. You just wanted me to come. Were you going to come as well? I was sitting your cock. I rode up and down, grindjng back and forth. I placed my hands on the car ceiling. I never had sex in this car before. But you always pushed my limits. My panting was uncontrollable. I was preparing for the inevitable. You grabbed onto my hips, coaching to ride this stallion. I bounce some more. I felt the build up. I screeched an orgasmic moan. I slowed down. Was this your plan? You came so I could come? How do I repay this pleasure? You looked at your watch. You tapped my hip so that I would get up from where I was sitting. Did I really want to get up. It would just mean you were leaving. This glorious feeling was going to hold me over till another encounter. The adventures were just begining. I could wait to see where our encounters would take us. We both fix our pants and sit in the back seat looking at each other.

"I have to go," you stated. You placed a kiss on my forhead. I acknowledged you with a nod. The door opens up and you slid out. The door closed. I watch through the tinted window. You stepped into your car. And just like last time, You zoomed out of the parking lot. Soon I was to follow.