What Happened in the Park After the Bar

It was almost midnight when we left the bar. We’d spent the whole day buried in notes and bad coffee, and a group of six or seven of us decided to reward ourselves with a few beers before they closed. It wasn’t any special place, but that night everything felt perfect to me, maybe because she was among the people there.

Her name was Mariela. Brunette, with an easy laugh, and a body that didn’t need to try to get attention. Big, firm tits that showed beneath any T-shirt, a round ass that made me lose track of the conversation every time she got up from her chair. I’d known her for a month, since this same group introduced us with the clumsy excuse that neither of us should be stuck chaperoning the two couples who’d come with us. It worked better than any of us expected.

A couple of weeks earlier we’d hooked up at a party. Nothing more than kisses against a wall and a bit of hands roaming over clothes, but enough to leave something lit. Enough for me to get home with a hard cock and for her, as she later confessed to me by message, to get into the shower and touch her cunt thinking about me. Since then we hadn’t met up alone again, though we kept talking almost every night. And those late-night conversations kept getting hotter without either of us pulling back.

—Do you remember the party too? —she’d texted me one early morning.

As if I could forget.

That night at the bar, we played a couple of card games, drank too much, and ended up all a bit turned on. Everyone had their own thing going: the two couples in their own world, and Mariela and me laughing too close, looking for each other’s eyes every time someone said something. At some point we stopped pretending and kissed in front of everyone, and nobody seemed surprised.

When they closed, we went out into the cool street. The early-morning air cleared us a little, though not enough to erase what we’d been hinting at all night. The couples headed off in opposite directions, laughing and promising to do it again, and I offered to walk Mariela home. I said it with every intention in the world, and she accepted with a smile that made it clear the intention was mutual. The group watched us leave together, walking down the street toward the park that cut the route to her building.

We walked the first few meters without touching, talking about any old nonsense to pretend the obvious wasn’t there. But the silence between one sentence and the next weighed too much, loaded with everything we weren’t saying. When we entered the park and the streetlights were left behind, that silence became unbearable.

***

We hadn’t taken even twenty steps among the trees before we started kissing. It was her who grabbed my jacket and shoved me against a tree trunk, hungry, as if she’d spent the whole night waiting for that moment. I’d been waiting too. I’d been half-hard since the bar, and the second her body pressed against mine I was rock hard against my zipper.

The park was dark. Just a couple of distant streetlamps threw yellow patches on the ground, and there wasn’t a soul out at that hour. Mariela looped her arms around my neck and I grabbed her waist, pulling her to me until there wasn’t a centimeter of air left between us. I felt her tits flattening against my chest, and she felt perfectly the bulge pressing into her belly.

—Fuck —she whispered against my mouth—, you’re rock hard.

—I’ve been like this all fucking night because of you.

Our lips only barely brushed at first. I could feel her hot breath on my mouth, her ragged breathing, the quick pounding of her chest against mine. Then our tongues found each other, wet and eager, and everything sped up. I stroked her back, her hips, slid slowly down the curve of her body until I grabbed her ass over her jeans and squeezed with both hands while one of hers clutched me so I wouldn’t pull away. I brought my other hand up her side until I found a tit, squeezed it over the T-shirt, and felt the hard nipple digging into my palm.

—Not here —she murmured without conviction, while kissing my neck.

—No? —I asked, and she laughed against my skin.

—Not here… or maybe yes, I don’t know —she said, and bit my earlobe.

We veered off the main path, sneaking, looking for some dense bushes that would hide us from the little light that reached us. Behind them, the darkness was almost total. The only sounds were the leaves moved by the wind and our breathing.

I kept kissing her, long and slow, while one of my hands traced her waist and the other found the buckle of her belt. I undid it clumsily, with fingers that don’t quite obey when you’re too damn nervous. Then the button on her jeans, then the zipper, which I yanked down. Mariela sighed when she understood where this was going, and she did nothing to stop me. On the contrary: she spread her legs a little and found my hand to guide it herself.

My hand slid inside her pants, over the thin fabric of her panties, and I could already feel how soaked she was, burning hot. My fingers sank a little into the wet cloth, and she swallowed a moan in my mouth when I started rubbing her cunt over the fabric. It was hard to believe we were doing that in a public place, where someone could show up at any moment. The most incredible thing was her: how given over she was, shameless, biting her lip so she wouldn’t make a sound.

When I pushed the fabric aside and touched her directly, I felt how wet she was. The lips of her cunt were swollen, hot, slick. My fingers slid in slow circles around her clit and she clutched my shoulders, digging her nails into me through my jacket. Every movement drew out a gasp she tried to hold back by biting my neck, aware that one noise too many could give us away.

—Put them in —she begged in my ear, her voice broken—, please.

I lowered my middle and index finger and sank them slowly into her cunt. She was so wet she swallowed them in one go, all the way to the hilt. I felt her clench around my fingers, pulsing, and she bit my shoulder so she wouldn’t groan out loud. I started fucking her with my fingers, in and out, while my thumb kept circling her clit.

—Fuck, fuck, don’t stop —she panted—, like that, like that.

I loved that contradiction: how forbidden the place was and how completely surrendered she was. I curved my fingers inside her looking for that spot that made her tremble, and I found it. Every time I brushed it, her whole body jerked. She spread her legs more inside her jeans, half lowered, grinding against my hand looking for more friction, having completely forgotten where we were.

—Jesus Christ, you drive me crazy —she said through clenched teeth, her voice cracked—. You’re going to make me come right here, you fucking bastard.

I kept going, paying attention to every reaction, to how her body tightened and her breathing broke apart. One of her hands came down to the bulge in my pants and started rubbing my cock through the fabric, squeezing it with her open palm, answering every one of my touches with the same urgency. I sped up the fingers inside her, in and out faster and faster, listening to that wet, obscene sound her drenched cunt made, determined to make her come before anything else, and she had to hold onto me to keep from losing her balance.

—I’m coming, I’m coming —she moaned into my ear, and the shudder that ran through her confirmed it before her words did.

I held her while the spasms shook her, not stopping driving my fingers deep as her cunt throbbed, squeezing, soaking my whole hand. A long moan escaped her and she muffled it against my neck, biting my jacket, and still it was loud enough for me to glance over my shoulder. Only when she pushed my hand away, too sensitive to take it anymore, did I pull my fingers out. She stayed leaning against me for a few seconds, laughing softly, incredulous at what had just happened in the dark, in the middle of the park.

—You got me completely soaked —she whispered.

I held up my shiny fingers in the dim light and without saying anything I put them in my mouth to suck them clean. Mariela widened her eyes and let out a rough little laugh.

—You’re insane.

***

She didn’t give me any break. She caught her breath and her hands went straight to my belt. She undid it with a skill mine hadn’t had, unbuttoned my pants and pulled them down with my briefs to mid-thigh. My cock sprang stiff into the cold early-morning air, and she looked at it for a second before taking it in her hand and starting to stroke it slowly. I could feel her hand warm and sure, closed around my cock, moving up and down with a wrist motion so measured it made me close my eyes. With her thumb she spread the drop already beading at the tip over the glans, and every pass sent a shiver through me.

—Do you like that? —she asked, though the answer was obvious—. You like it when I touch it like this?

—You have no idea how much. Keep going.

—It’s gorgeous —she murmured, biting her lip—. Hard and thick, fuck.

Then she pulled away from my mouth for a moment, held my gaze in the shadows, and slowly lowered herself to her knees without stopping her stroking. Watching her sink down like that, with the distant streetlamp only just outlining her profile and her mouth at the level of my cock, was one of those images that stay burned into you forever. She looked at me one last time, stuck out her tongue, and licked me from base to tip, very slowly, before leaning forward and taking me all the way into her mouth.

What came next was hard to believe. She sucked me with a devotion I’d never felt before, taking me to the back of her throat and drawing me out slowly, leaving a trail of saliva that ran down her chin. She alternated tongue and hand: she closed her fist around the base and with her mouth worked the top half, moving her head up and down in the same rhythm. She’d stop just to lick my balls, one first and then the other, looking up at me with shining eyes, and then she’d swallow me whole again.

—Fuck, Mariela, like that —I panted.

Every time she pulled my cock out of her mouth there was a wet sound that echoed in the park’s silence. She pressed her lips around the crown of the glans, sucked me like her life depended on it, her cheeks hollowed by the suction. Then she’d go back to lowering and raising the pace, playing, stopping just when she felt I was close, squeezing hard with her fist at the base to cut off my orgasm, and starting over. Every time she lifted her eyes to look at me, with my cock buried deep in that mouth, I felt my legs give out.

I had to brace myself against the trunk of the tree behind me. With one hand I held on, and with the other I moved her hair out of her face to see her better. The park stayed silent, and yet any distant noise —a car, imagined footsteps— pushed me even closer to the edge. The idea that someone might show up and catch us like this, her on her knees sucking my cock in the middle of the park, instead of slowing me down, pushed me right to the brink.

—Don’t stop —I begged, my voice hoarse—. Keep going, keep going.

She didn’t stop. I threaded my fingers gently into her hair, not forcing, just guiding, and let her take me at her own pace. She started sucking me faster, without stopping pumping with her hand whatever wouldn’t fit in her mouth, and every so often she’d pull me all the way out to spit a little saliva over me and shove me back in, slicker, deeper. The heat started to gather somewhere deep in my belly, a tingling that spread through my legs and back, and I knew there was no turning back.

—Mariela, I’m gonna come… —I managed to say.

She only answered with an affirmative sound that vibrated around my cock and finished undoing me. She took me all the way to the back of her throat, pressed her lips tight and pumped with her hand what little wouldn’t fit, and a tremor ran through my whole body. My muscles tightened all at once and I let go in her mouth in several spasms that shook me from top to bottom. She didn’t pull away: she swallowed me whole, spurt by spurt, with my cock buried in her throat, holding on until the very last shudder. I held myself up as best I could against the tree, breathing hard and dizzy.

When I opened my eyes again, she was still kneeling in front of me, sucking the tip slowly to clean off the last drops, looking up at me with a mischievous smile, pleased with what she’d just brought out of me. She pulled my cock out of her mouth with one last kiss on the glans, wiped with the back of her hand a drop that had escaped to the corner of her mouth, and licked it off the back of her hand while staring straight at me. Then she slowly got to her feet and fixed her clothes as if none of it had happened.

—You swallowed everything —I murmured, still out of breath.

—Everything —she answered, and winked.

—You’re shaking —she said, amused.

—It’s your fault.

She fastened my pants herself, with a calm that contrasted with everything that had come before, and gave me a long, quiet kiss, very different from the ones before. I could still taste my own cum on her lips. Then she brushed a lock of hair from her face and looked at me with those eyes that had been promising things all night.

***

We came out from between the bushes like two shadows, trying to pull ourselves together. The park was still just as empty, oblivious to everything. We walked the last few meters to the exit hardly saying a word, only brushing hands, still recovering our breath.

Her building was right across the street. Mariela found her keys in her bag, unlocked the door, and stood for a moment in the doorway, biting her lip as if she were unsure whether to say goodbye or not.

—You didn’t let me finish what I started —I said, half-joking, looking at the wet bulge still visible in her jeans, half fastened.

—Oh, no? —she replied, and ran her tongue over her lips—. And what were you going to do to me?

—Eat your pussy until you screamed. And fuck you until morning.

She turned from the first step with a half-smile and left the door ajar behind her.

—Want to come up? —she asked, playing with the keys—. I’m alone. And you still owe me one.

She didn’t need to repeat it.