Rebounding Ch 04

This is the next chapter of a long-form romantic erotica. Previous chapters are part of the series. Comments and suggestions are welcome.

Greg parked the car in the half-empty lot beside the Japanese Garden. He was early, but needed the time to catch his breath and get control of his racing thoughts. A few minutes to just get his shit together before Emily arrived would be really helpful. At the same time, however, his recent experiences created a mind fog that was hard to cut through.

He mentally tallied up the situation. Emily, a woman he'd met online only a few weeks ago, asked him to meet at the park, go for a walk, eat her out, and then have lunch. Putting it in those stark terms underscored how completely crazy this all was. The sexting was one thing - plenty of people did that now, even if it felt a little alien and weird to him. The wet panties stuffed in his pocket on their second date, with a video invitation to masturbate... well, that went further. But he'd done as instructed, sending her back a video, her black lace panties wrapped around his cock as he released a massive jet of cum. And now this.

Shit, he thought. This is way too much.

He started to shift the car into drive, ready to escape. And then he saw her pull up alongside his car. Too late. Time to play this out.

*****

The park was empty for an early fall Saturday. The gardens were at their peak when the cherry blossoms bloomed in the spring, but it was still beautiful even this late in the season. Emily and Greg walked along the meandering creek, taking in the views as the last gasp of the season's green gradually faded into brown and orange earth tones.

"I wasn't sure you'd come," she said softly.

"I wasn't either."

She looked up at him. Her deep brown eyes were like bottomless pools. He could fall into those eyes and never come up for breath. Every part of her turned him on. He wanted to articulate this, but words failed.

"Why did you?" She asked.

He paused for a long moment. "Because I wanted to, even if it scares me a little."

"Scares you? What part?"

"Oh, I don't know... the public stuff, the invitation to do the public stuff. It's all just... well, it's all just new and unfamiliar."

"But you're here."

"I said it's new and unfamiliar, but not necessarily unwelcome."

She smiled brightly at him, and squeezed his hand. "It's kind of new to me too."

They had veered off the main walkway and were now alone on a path that led up a small hill from the river. The maples in this section were bright red and shielded them from the traffic on the nearby roads. As it rose and curved, the few people along the river below disappeared. It was like they were alone on another planet, miles away from anyone else in the world.

They stopped at the top of a low ridge, and he pulled her towards him, kissing her deeply. She pressed against him, throwing her arms around his neck. Pressed against him, her body radiated heat and her floral but earthly scent overwhelmed him. She was wearing the skirt that she'd promised and, as he ran his hands down the small of her back towards her ass, he confirmed that, as advertised, she was wearing no panties. As they kissed, he felt himself stiffening. Desire to take her right now, right here, overwhelmed him.

She pulled away.

"We had an agreement," she whispered.

"I know," he said, a tinge of disappointment in his voice.

"This way..."

She led him by the hand off the path, towards a clump of rhododendrons that created a sheltered cove on the hillside. It looked like the type of place that generations of young couples had used for exactly this, a moment of passion away from prying eyes.

She pulled away and turned towards him as she eased herself onto the ground. Unusually for October, the ground was warm and dry, covered with a light blanket of fallen leaves and pine straw. She looked up at him and smiled shyly. She was sitting with her legs slightly spread, her long skirt pulled over them. And then without a word, she slowly spread them, pulling the skirt up gradually as she maintained eye contact with him.

He swallowed hard, as more and more of her legs were revealed to him. He watched with anxious agony as her hips were slowly exposed, and then, finally her sex. Thin, light brown hair framed her pussy, which glistened in the sunlight even before he'd touched her. She continued to lift the skirt until she was entirely exposed below the waist, and then slowly spread her legs wide. Between her legs, she showed off the nub of her clit and the wetness of her inner lips.

"We had an agreement," she said again. There was a long pause and she continued to stare into his eyes intensely, not breaking contact for even a second. "Now get to work."

His heart pounding, he quickly looked around to make sure they were still alone, then he eased himself onto his knees, leaning his face close to her exposed pussy. He smelled her sex, and it tapped into a primal space in his head. He looked her over, admiring the soft, well trimmed public hair, the tight erect clit, the inner lips spread and visibly wet.

Emily sighed.

"I said, get to work," she snarled, and pulled his head into her, plunging his mouth against her hungry pussy.

He felt her wetness on his chin, the warm softness of her center overwhelming him. She had him under her control, and he began to lick her as commanded. She tasted delicious, and it had been a long time - a very long time - since he'd gone down on a woman.

Emily squirmed and sighed as his tongue danced around her clit. Her breathing was staggered but deep, and she whimpered slightly as he licked downward, plunging his tongue into her. She was very wet, and this wetness increased his eagerness to explore every inch of her. Kneeling, he reached his hands under her ass and pulled her even more tightly against him. Her breathing became deeper and more rhythmic. Her whimpers extended into light moans. Greg could tell that she was close, and could feel her wetness growing as his mouth worked all over her.

Suddenly she gasped, and squeezed her thighs around him. He felt her shaking beneath him, and a muffled cry escaped from her. As he focused his tongue on her clit, he gently eased a finger into her, feeling the warm wetness. With a gasp, she began to cum, and he could feel the rhythmic contractions around his finger, the wetness pouring from her, her entire body tensing and shaking as waves of pleasure exploded over her.

He kept his tongue pressed gently against her clit as she came down. Her breathing settled and, like a balloon losing air, her entire body relaxed.

He pulled away, sitting up to look at her. Emily's face was flushed and her hair was disheveled; a red maple leaf clung to her long brown hair. She smiled up at him. He smiled back, his mouth slick with her sex.

"Kiss me."

He did as she desired. They kissed deeply, and she licked away her own wetness, her kisses growing more passionate as she tasted herself on him.

She pulled away. "You're good at that," she laughed.

He smiled, not sure what to say to that.

His cock was painfully hard in his jeans. As they kissed, she slowly ran her hand down his body, tracing the outline of his erection with her hand. She sighed deeply as she stroked him through his pants, feeling his desire.

And then she pulled away, staring into his eyes.

"You're a good boy," she said softly, "and now you can take me to lunch."

He so badly wanted to fuck her, or at least have her give him some relief. She looked at him sternly, reading his thoughts.

"Our arrangement," she said, "was for this, and this alone."

"But..."

She put her fingers on his lips, silencing him.

"No more. I will reward you when I am ready. For now, this is what you get. You will know when you can have more."

She smiled wickedly, pulled down her skirt, and straightened her hair. "Now lunch... although I guess you've already eaten."

*****

Greg got back in his car after an uneventful and unmemorable lunch at a small cafe. His erection had subsided, but he still felt the wetness of the precum that had poured from him as he ate out Emily. He still tasted her, smelled her on his beard and in his hair.

There was disappointment, and the longing for an orgasm that only a bad case of blue balls could bring on. But at the same time, there was excitement and anticipation.

As he started his car, his phone buzzed with an incoming message. He lifted the phone and opened the app. It was from her.

"I know you will be tempted tonight - may be tempted right now - to please yourself. I can't control that, but know that if you want me, you will surrender that desire to me. You may cum when I tell you, not before. If you can live with this, then I can see you tomorrow."

He paused, deep in thought. Many possibilities ran through his mind. The pleasure of this surrender to Emily was both frustrating and a turn on. The smart thing, he thought, would be to cut and run.

He sighed deeply, and quickly replied: "I will see you tomorrow."