She came over and sat down beside me. She was quite a bit closer than I'd expected. It unusual to have someone in this secluded area. Why would anyone join me this far back under the trees?
Glancing over, it dawned on me how pretty she was. Mid-twenties, brunette, pleasing figure, and a wonderful smell...why would she choose my bench?
Yes, my posture suddenly became straighter. I couldn't help it; her loose shirt called to me and I needed the extra inch for a better vantage point. Score! No bra!
She shifted her head before I could see a nipple, raising her face with a mischievous smile and asked if I would be kind enough to quench her thirst.
It was as if I was enslaved by her blue eyes and my brain had stopped functioning. I nodded, dumbfounded. She reach over and plucked the drink from my hand.
My eyes never moved from her lips as she sucked on the straw. I'll admit my imagination was running wild and I was feeling something begin to stir in my pants.
She handed my drink back, but I fumbled the exchange and water spilled onto my shirt and jeans. Or, did she spill it...on purpose?
Quickly, she apologized and began wiping water from me with her hands. She moved and knelt in front of me. Leaning in, I had a quick glance down her shirt and saw the two most beautiful and pert breasts that exist.
This view and her hands brushing the water from my crotch...my cock was no longer stirring, rather it was springing to life!
"Oh, my!" She exclaimed, "Look what I've done. Quick," as she unzipped my pants and began tugging them down, "we can't let it drown!"
I lifted my hips and helped her pull my pants and underwear down.