It had been years since I had last seen Ellen and I was a bit afraid it might be awkward first seeing her again, but I took a chance and came. Ideally, we'd have gotten together in a smaller, more private setting but these sudden, last minute things can never be properly planned. When I first saw her that evening there was a crowd massed around her and yes, of course she was the obvious center of attention. I stayed in the background, watching her from afar, hoping sometime during the evening we could be alone, if only for a few moments.
Even from a distance her beauty was radiant, her casual smile so strangely warm. She always had a sharp wit and piercing sense of humor and I could see that in her expression as I looked at her. Of course what I remembered even more was her outright perverse, passionate love of sex. No, this was no ordinary sexy woman simply looking for a romantic evening, a nice room and good sex, no, she wanted to rewrite the book. No place, no time and no position was too kinky for her.
At times I actually feared her, like the time we had been to a picnic near a playground. As late afternoon passed and the sun was beginning to set the park had cleared out, everyone except Ellen and I. While sitting on a park bench I told her how I loved swinging when I was a child, how I swung the highest and the longest of anyone I knew. She merely smiled and then jumped up running to the swings.
By the time I caught up to her she was in a swing, so I sat in the one next to her, just easily moving from side to side, lightly bumping into her. On one of the bumps she suddenly grabbed the chain to my swing and held it as she swung her head around. She kissed me hard on the lips and got that look in her eyes so I immediately knew what she wanted. I knew what she wanted but I still had to ask, "Where?"
"Right here," she answered, standing up and pulling off her shorts and panties.
"Here?"
"Yes," she demanded, unbuttoning my shorts.
I quickly stepped out of them and then slipped off my jockeys. My cock was hard by then so I stood in front of the swing, my cock basically swinging in the wind as I wondered what she wanted next.
"Well, sit down silly," she said, and after I sat down, she slipped one leg between the chain on the swing and my right hip and then slipped her right leg on the other side. Reaching down she guided my cock as she lowered herself into my lap.
We sat there for a moment, my cock buried to the hilt inside her sitting on the swing, motionless. She slowly began to rock back and forth a bit, grinding herself against me as the swing began to move a bit. My hands her locked firmly on the chain and I was listening for any strange sounds that might signal that the chain was about to snap.
"Come on, let's swing," she said, kicking her legs out as I felt the swing move backwards some.
