To my editor M_Y_Erotica, I cannot thank you enough.
I looked around the park, taking in the quiet stillness of the night and the darkness that crept around every corner. It was one of my favorite locations, and I used it often to walk or run depending on my mood. It was picture perfect, complete with playground, softball field, track, and acres of open landscape. Trees cut into the view in small clusters, providing both shade in the summer and an aesthetic view that only Oregon could provide with its lush green. Tonight, however, those same trees provided darkness, and a perfect hiding spot for an evening tryst. I shivered at the thought.
Our wager had been the same as the previous week. If I scored more than three correct out of the five, he was mine. This week however, I scored only the three, and it was his turn to collect. The choosing of two upsets had been my undoing, neither of them panning out. Although Miami had looked good, they simply weren't able to keep up, and I didn't even want to think about the fact that I had chosen Washington to win over Dallas. I shook my head and looked around the park. It was vacant this time of night.
Sean's instructions to me were cryptic and I had no idea what was to take place. He'd emailed me with directions that I was supposed to follow, giving absolutely no indication of what would happen once I'd followed them. It had simply read "I've seen you run each night at the park across the street from my house. Meet me there at 8:30 Monday night. When you get there, walk to the third grouping of trees on the left side. I'll meet you." That was it.
We lived in a small town. It was the type where everyone knew everyone by first name and even though I ran at this same park every day, I was still apprehensive about being here in the shadow of night. As I approached the indicated group of trees I began searching for him, my eyes adjusting to the eliminating blackness. I thought I saw movement and the suddenness of it startled me making me jump and then laugh out loud at my fear. Still chuckling to myself, I tried to calm the sudden racing of my heart. Surely, it must be Sean, I mused. But I wasn't sure until I was only two steps away and he appeared before me. My tummy gave a funny leap of anticipation when he smiled.
"Hi," I smiled in return. Sudden shyness making my voice come out in a whisper.
"Hello. I'm glad you could make it." He grinned as though this was a joke, and I could see that he never doubted for a second that I would be here and be on time.
He was dressed similarly to me in jogging pants, t-shirt, and sweatshirt, each article outlining his tall, lean body. My heartbeat started to race and expectation filled me. I wondered what was in store, while at the same time restraining the sudden urge to tackle him and speed things along. I didn't need to wait long, however. Before I could blink, or even think of a smart comment to make to his greeting, I was opening my mouth to match the onslaught of his tongue. I felt his hands reach behind me and cup my ass, gently massaging it through the material, and my mound was intimately pressed against his already rock hard member. I was wet and ready for him, and I marveled at the speed at which he could create such a reaction. I ground my hips against him, silently begging for more.
Sean broke the kiss and took a step back, desire darkening his eyes, and chuckled. "Nice try, but I have more in store for you before this is over, and I'm not going to rush it by letting my hormones... well, let's just say that I'm not letting my cock lead the way. Come with me, my slave wench!"
I cracked up laughing at the caveman tone and followed him further into the privacy of the trees, noticing that upon the ground lay a blanket.
"Okay, now it's my turn. Drop 'em!"
I laughed and raised one eyebrow. "Excuse me? That's not very romantic."
"Oh, right. How did that go? This isn't about romance, woman, it's about sex... Now drop 'em."
My fingertips reached for the waistband of my jogging pants and I started to lower them.
"Wait, I've changed my mind. Take off your shirt instead."
I looked at him incredulously. "What? You're daft! It has to be 30 degrees out here. I'm not doing that." I said defiantly.
He cocked an eyebrow and said matter-of-factly, "Oh really? I think you will."
I sighed with resignation and slowly lifted my shirt and pulled it off, the cold, night air sending goose bumps and shivers through my system. Warm hands touched my skin, and I felt his fingertips trace the underside of my sports bra before that small piece of fabric was lifted and carried from my body, my breasts bouncing into place before his gaze, hard nipples begging for his touch.
"Close your eyes," he whispered gruffly.
Closing my eyes, I stood for a moment shivering in the cold, before I felt something cover them.
