Author's note: the following story is purely a work of fiction and any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. The author wishes to express his gratitude to Copperbutterfly for her editing to make this a better story.
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The one thing that pleased Jack Brewer the most, since he had taken his early retirement package, was the time to finally spend almost unlimited amounts of time outdoors. At first it had just been time spent in the shade of the old oak trees scattered throughout his big backyard but then it gradually expanded to the world around him.
He began to visit the pocket parks in his township until he had pretty much explored each of them several times. Then, consulting an area map, he had expanded his horizons to the metro parks and walking trails that fell within the seven county area. That had given him months of exploration. Some of the places contained wilderness areas that could be explored over and over without ever crossing the same ground twice.
Jack watched birds, squirrels, rabbits, moles, and gophers as they went about the business of living every day. It wasn't that he wanted to become an expert in any of those categories, but rather that he reveled in the feeling of being close to nature. He also studied the trees and bushes and grasses along the way but only for the purpose of seeing how nature protected its own and how it presented its glory to the world.
When Jack got up this morning, he followed his usual routine of fixing breakfast and leisurely eating it and sipping coffee while going through the daily newspaper to see if anything interesting had happened, checking out the sports results and chuckling over the funnies.
By late morning, he had showered and dressed in walking shorts, knit shirt and hiking boots. He filled his water bottle with fresh water, dropped it and some energy bars into his backpack and slung it over his shoulder as he started for the garage.
Jack climbed into the Jeep Wrangler, which gave him the feel of being in the country even when fighting city traffic. He left the canvas cover over the top and back but would probably remove it this afternoon.
His destination this morning was the last metro park that he had explored. Not that he had exhausted the possibilities in the other five but he had heard that this one had some very interesting terrain and was more like real wilderness than most of the others.
It took over an hour to make the drive so it was already just after noon by the time he arrived. Like most of the other similar parks, the front contained the usual picnic and playground areas for kids and families, and this one had an interesting Frisbee golf course that started near the front. Slowly Jack drove the Jeep along the winding park road, checking out the facilities and noting trail heads leading into the more undeveloped areas. Gradually the road wound around until it had curved back to the entrance. Having surveyed as much as he could from the road, Jack had decided on a trail for his day's explorations so he started the distorted loop again, planning to park close to the beginning of the trail.
Adhering to the low park speed limit, Jack had time to observe the families that had gathered in the picnic and playground areas. He had always found it fascinating to watch people, to see how the adults played with their kids ... or not, or to simply see how close and comfortable a family seemed with each oth....
Whoa! That wasn't a family sight!
Sitting at a picnic table with no one else around was a woman ... a young woman obviously, maybe late teens or early twenties. She was wearing a lightweight summer dress ... except that the top was completely unbuttoned, there was no bra underneath, and she had just flashed him.
Jack looked at her face but there was no discernible expression there. While he stared at her very nice sized hooters, she quickly glanced to both sides to insure that no one was watching her and then she seemed to stick out her chest, raising those big boobs noticeably.
Jack jerked the wheel, pulling the Jeep to the side of the pavement, where he parked and quickly climbed out of the car. Not wanting to scare the woman, he walked a bit tentatively toward her.
She was sitting on the far side of the table, her legs under the tabletop. He walked around the table and sat on the bench, facing away from the table. He looked down appreciatively at the soft white globes just inches away.
"Hello," he said, a little hesitantly.
"Are you my sugar daddy?"
"Are you looking for a sugar daddy?"
"Yes."
"Oh? What's that mean to you?"
"Someone who can give me a place to live and feed me and give me a little spending money."
"Oh? And what does he get?"
"All the lovin' he ever wanted."
"Really? That sounds ... great."
"Go ahead, touch 'em. I know you want to. It's alright."
Jack made sure no one was watching and then gingerly reached out and touched her breast. It was just as soft and smooth and full and enticing as it looked. Her nipple was hard but pliable. But the biggest surprise was the white watery liquid that oozed from her nipple.
"Do you like it?"
"Yes. Oh, yes!"
"Would you like more?"
