A Walk in the Park (c) by David Knight 2001
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The unusual weather was what started it. It had been a glorious week and the day was a scorcher, not a cloud in a bright blue sky. If it had been our usual wet Bank Holiday I wouldn’t have been walking in the park and I wouldn’t have met Nicholas. Nicky was a seven-year-old bundle of energy that, like most of his peers, did everything at full speed. I first noticed his bright blue top, almost merging into the sky behind. He was running this way and that, his eyes returning regularly to behind the Ice-Cream van, where I presumed his mother or father were. Next minute I saw him flying through the air to land awkwardly on the hard dry grass. Immediately he was crying his little eyes out, not as I first thought because he was hurt but because as he’d fallen he had dropped his ice-lolly. The van was only about ten yards away and and I must admit I hadn’t noticed him there. I couldn’t help smiling at his predicament. I walked over to him, picked him up and looked round in the direction he’s been looking earlier, for a parent or friend. Whilst looking I asked him his name and started talking to him. Not seeing anybody around and also feeling a little guilty for smiling at his misfortune, I took him back to buy another ice-lolly. I’d just put him down when I heard a voice behind me say ‘Ah! There you are Nicky. What’s taken you so long?’
A pretty young woman, whom I took, correctly as it turned out, to be his mother then noticed me. Seeing a strange man, with his hands still around her son and evidence of tears in his little blue, were enough to send her crazy.
‘Get away from him you dirty pervert. People like you should be locked up.’ She screamed at me.
She backed up her venomous words with an equally venomous and well-placed rabbit punch.
‘Go on. Sod off before I call the police.’ Her loud voice attracting attention from other park users, including the Ice-Cream man who was trying hard not to laugh.
Deciding discretion was called for and also accepting why she had jumped to the wrong conclusion I walked off without a word, just clutching my aching kidney. About eighty yards away I rounded a bend in the path and was glad to find a park bench, sheltered nicely from the sun by a large oak. I sat down to nurse my side and, I must admit, feeling just a little self-pity.
If I’d hit a woman like that or another man for that matter, then I’d have been done by the police, and rightly so, for assault. Although her attack on me was officially illegal I smiled to myself at the absurdity of complaining. I could imagine the reaction of the men in blue; I was easily a foot taller and probably double the weight of my assailant; I couldn’t imagine a lot of sympathy coming my way. Plus I actually thought her right and given my size quite brave for protecting her son against a perceived threat. My smile grew as I recalled the ferocity with which she’d defended her charge. I laughed out loud as I imagined explaining the embarrassing situation to my male friends.
At that moment I heard footsteps approaching and looked up to see the woman and Nicky heading towards me. I quickly stood up and began to move off, wanting to avoid another confrontation with this pretty, but apparently determined woman
‘No! Wait.’ she shouted, ‘I think I owe you an apology.’
I hesitated before turning to face the woman.
‘Nicky told me off for hitting you and then the man in the Ice-Cream van told me what actually happened.’ She said, talking instead of shouting for the first time since I’d first seen her. Her voice carried the trace of a Welsh accent, as if she was singing as much as talking.
I towered over this young woman and now for the first time I appraised her. She was probably older than I first thought, perhaps pushing thirty. There wasn’t much to her at least in stature but what was there was certainly attractive. Her elfin face was quite tanned; she sported long dark hair, worn in a ponytail. Nicky’s vivid blue eyes were obviously inherited from his mother as they drew me to them. She had small breasts, only just hidden behind a bright yellow summer dress. The dress also showed off her best attribute, her legs; they too were well bronzed and perfectly shaped.
As I was admiring her I sat back down on the bench, and serving me right for staring at her I gave out an involuntary wince as I knocked my bruised kidney against the armrest.
If she noticed my appraisal she gave no sign. ‘I really am sorry. I shouldn’t have reacted like that,’ she continued, by now standing directly in front of me.
I held my hand up to indicate that I felt no need of an apology. ‘Its ok, I understand, I’ve got kids of my own. Besides you weren’t to know.’
‘I still shouldn’t have hit you like that, but, to be honest, I was feeling guilty because I’d been enjoying a few minutes of peace and quiet.’
‘I can DEFINITELY understand that.’ I said remembering my own son at that age.
I decided that she seemed nice enough so I let my sense of humour come into play.
‘But you threatened me with the police yet it was you who is guilty of assault.’ I complained managing to maintain a straight face.
However, the look of horror distorted her lovely face too much. I couldn’t keep my mask of severity and I allowed a genuine smile to replace it.
Sensing that I was joking, she admitted, ‘I suppose I deserved that but you had me worried for a moment.’
I burst out laughing and confessed my earlier worries. To emphasise this I stood up by her side. To my surprise, she turned to face the same direction as me and wrapped her arms around my waist.
‘Well Nicky isn’t your mum a BIG bully?’ Even a seven year old could sense the difference in our size and catching his mum’s mood he too laughed. He’d been listening with a frown on his little face, not really understanding what we were talking about, picking up on facial expressions and tone of voice more than actual words. Now seeing us both laughing brought back his cheeky grin.
His mum then gave me a squeeze but one hand was on the same spot as her blow had landed. It still hurt and despite my efforts to disguise it she noticed when I winced.
‘Oh sorry! Did I do that?’ she asked a little shocked.
‘I’m afraid so. I don’t know whether it was luck or design but you caught me right in the kidneys.’ I confessed, ‘Are you always so accurate?’
She shook her head, still laughing, before she lifted up the loose t-shirt I was wearing and caressed my skin around the tender area. ‘There’s no bruising that I can see.’
The touch of her fingers sent shivers of delight through my body. Her actions could no way be considered sexual but I was instantly aroused. As usual I tried humour to hide my real feelings.
‘You need to keep that up for at least an hour to avoid any permanent damage.’ I laughed.
‘You wish’ she joked back. She removed her hand but slowly and not before her fingers made a few more circles of my skin.
‘Indeed I do.’ I continued hoping to keep the conversation flirtatious.
Unfortunately Nicky chose that moment to wander off towards the nearby play area. Reluctantly I nodded my head in his direction saying, ‘Nicky’s off on his travels again.’
With just the comment ‘Kids!’ she was off after him. When she reached him she bent over to speak to him, giving me the exceptionally pleasant view of her sexy behind, covered only by the thin material of her dress. To my dismay, but not surprise, she picked her son up and without a backward glance walked off to the play area.
Caught in two minds between returning home and staying and watching Nicky’s mother I decided that even at a distance the latter was the preferable option. I sat back down and watched her as she stood talking to another woman. To my great delight a few minutes later I saw her walking back towards me.
‘Sorry about that, but Sally will keep an eye on for ten minutes.’ Sally I assumed was the woman she’d been talking to. I then realised that I now knew her friend’s name but not hers.
‘I’m David by the way.’
‘Samantha. Sam to my friends’ she held her hand out in introduction.
I took her dainty hand in mine and still holding it, asked, ‘so what do I call you?’
‘Sam. Now can I have my hand back?’ she laughed once more as she sat down to my right.
‘Only if you insist,’ I replied gallantly, before releasing her hand.
As soon as I’d let her hand go Sam said with a cheeky grin, ‘but I didn’t insist.’
I immediately grabbed her left hand with my right lifting it up to my lips before holding it in my lap. Forever the optimist I also took the opportunity to check for rings. There was a couple but fortunately none of any significance.
‘A real charmer I see,’ she said looking at her in hand in mine but making no effort to remove it.
‘I’m only a charmer when there’s someone worth charming.’
It was a good hour before Sally brought Nicky back. Sally I’d discovered was a neighbour and the mother of Nicky’s best friend.
Initially the conversation was almost exclusively about her son and my children, but eventually we started talking about ourselves. We’d learned a lot about each other, I was 50; long time divorced and run my own computer software company. Sam was 31, also divorced and worked as a freelance merchandiser. The main thing I learnt though was how much I enjoyed talking to her. To me she was a rarity, an articulate, intelligent and even witty woman whose gorgeous looks was an additional bonus.
Sally stayed talking to Sam for a few minutes, during which time my heartbeat was up and my stomach churning because I so much wanted to see more of her but the age gap and the height difference did not hold out a lot of hope. Once Sally had left I took the plunge and asked if I could see Sam again. I was somewhat surprised but very delighted when she instantly agreed and doubly so when, having discovered I had nothing better planned, she asked me back to her house for tea. I rapidly accepted. We’d only gone a few yards when Nicky complained that he was tired. I offered to carry him and he readily came to me.
‘He doesn’t usually take to men’ Sam commented. ‘You should feel honoured’
‘It’s only because I bought him that lolly.’ I laughed. The short walk to Sam’s house was in near silence. Nicky in my arms and Sam at my side her arm hooked in mine was so pleasant that words were superfluous. I felt a fabulous sense of peace and I must admit to a fair deal of pride walking with this woman on my arm. Sam lived in a large Victorian house and just as I started to admire it, shook her head.
‘The ground floor is mine, not the entire house.’ She explained.
Almost as soon as we were through the door Sam started to prepare a meal, whilst I was given the task of keeping Nicky both amused and awake; she did not want him falling to sleep to soon. Like most young lads he loved a bit of rough and tumble and we were play fighting when Sam brought our meal in; fish fingers and chips for Nicky and fish and chips for Sam and me. It was simple but tasty. Not long after we’d finished eating, the exercise and energy expended by Nicky took their toll and despite our best efforts he fell asleep on his mum’s knee. She took him to bed and on her way down the phone rang. Sam went to the hall to answer it and she came back looking pale.
‘That was Mike, my ex, he saw me bringing a man back here carrying his son. He’s going berserk and threatening to come down with his shotgun.’ She said looking really grim.
I’m no coward but confronting any jealous man was not high on my list of fun things to do certainly not one with a shotgun.
‘Do you want me to go?’ I asked nervously. Before she could answer the doorbell rang. Taking a massive breath I pushed Sam into the kitchen and went to open the door. I don’t think I’ve ever been so scared in my life as I was at that moment. To my immense relief it was Sally at the door.
She seemed surprised to see me but quickly recovered and asked ‘Has Sam got a bottle of milk spare?’ before adding ‘She said she had when I rang a few moments ago.’
There followed an enormous howl of laughter behind me as Sam came to the door with the requested milk. She was doubled up in stitches to the total bewilderment of her friend.
‘I’ll explain later Sal.’ she said and closed the door.
The relief of realising that I’d been well and truly had, hit me hard. I enjoy playing practical jokes, one of our many park bench topics, and can appreciate a good one, even if I am the recipient.
‘You’re going to pay for that madam’ I eventually managed to say before joining in with Sam’s contagious laughter. I tried to grab her but she was too quick for me, ducking under my hands and running into the back room. I gave chase but once again was too slow as she ran out into the garden. I caught up with her near a bed of lavender and when she once again tried to duck under my arm I was ready and brought my leg up to trip her. She fell into the flowerbed and rolled over onto her back.
Quickly I pounced. I placed my knees either side of her small frame and held her wrists above her head and looked down at her. We stayed in that position for what seemed an eternity, just staring at each other. I simply had to kiss her. I leaned forward and gently brushed her lips with mine. Never before or since I have had so many of my senses attacked at once, all fighting for supremacy. The soft touch of her lips on mine, the sweet taste of her mouth, the sight of her brilliant blue eyes staring back at me and the powerful fragrance of the crushed lavender below our bodies.
To this day the slightest whiff of lavender sends me back to that ecstatic moment. Our tongues entwined our mouths competing for the other’s tongue. The gentle tenderness of the initial kiss intensified as our passion slowly took over, forcing our mouths harder against each other. At last I somehow overcame the passion and broke the kiss.
Aware that the garden was secluded but not totally private, I whispered hoarsely ‘We’d better go inside before I ravish you here and now.’
Sam who too, had been caught up in the intense passion of the moment said simply. ‘One more kiss like that and I’d let you.’ She smiled up and corrected herself ‘No. One more kiss like that and you’d have no choice.’
I don’t know whether it was to repay her for her superb windup or whether I just couldn’t get enough of this fabulous woman, but I kissed her again. It was another hard and passionate kiss. She wriggled her hands free of mine and used them to pull me even harder onto her mouth.
Some minutes later, this time it was Sam who broke the kiss. She looked up at me with a fierce determination ‘Take me now. Here!’ she ordered.
Oddly I felt little surprise, maybe because that is exactly what I so desperately wanted to do. Hastily I lifted her dress before removing her panties and lowering my trousers to expose my throbbing manhood. I bent down to taste her nectar, my tongue teasing her when after only a few seconds of bliss she pulled me back up almost pleading. ‘Just take me. Please!’
I needed no further invitation and guided my aching member to the moist entrance of her body. I paused briefly coating myself with her passion before I quickly entered her. She was ready; she was more than ready for me. Her body was demanding more of me as I quickly raised the tempo.
‘Yes! God YES! Don’t stop.’ Sam screamed virtually as soon as I’d entered her.
‘I’m coming.’ she shouted completely oblivious to any inquisitive neighbours.
Even in the throes of carnal passion I was astounded at how quickly Sam was coming. With no physical foreplay she was coming within a couple of minutes of being entered. That made it easier for me so I thrust as hard and as fast as I could, for once, not trying to prolong the pleasure. Sam came first with a scream that must have been heard in the next street never mind the next houses. Within a minute I was pumping my seed deep into Sam’s receptive body. I kept thrusting long after my orgasm reluctant to stop this intense pleasure before fatigue forced me to finally stop. With the oncome of my orgasm I’d kissed Sam with a passion I’d not realised I possessed and only at the very end did my lips leave hers.
The sight of my bare arse lying between Sam’s parted legs must have stimulated any watching neighbour but we were beyond caring. I kissed her once more, this time with a love that at that moment was true . I felt Sam relax as my tenderness reached her, her whole body seeming to soften. Too soon the spell was broken as Sam realised where we were. She giggled like a thirteen-year-old girl, pushed me off and grabbed her panties before running back into the house. Not quite as elegantly, I followed pulling up my trousers.
Inside Sam was waiting for me inside; her eyes seemed to sparkle more than ever against the crimson flush of her face. ‘I’d never have believed I was capable of THAT!’ she laughed.
‘Which bit are we talking about here?’ I teased ‘Sex with someone you’ve just met, sex in your garden or, ‘ and I smiled, ‘coming so quickly.’
‘I meant the first two but now you mention it, the last bit was certainly the best,’ she said with her glorious smile.
I sat down on the settee and pulled Sam to me so that her knees were by my hips and she sat on my lap. I placed a lingering kiss on her sweet lips before continuing our conversation. ‘I must admit that was something special. The sheer animal magnetism I couldn’t have fought if I’d have wanted to, which, of course, I didn’t.’
‘I know what you mean. I think we both knew that there was an attraction between us from the start.’
‘You mean my kidneys attracting your fist?’ I queried.
The said fist found my shoulder this time ‘You know what I mean.’ I conceded with a nod of the head letting Sam continue. ‘I thought that we’d end up making love when I asked you back but...’ she left it there. We both knew what she meant but neither of us could put it into words. As I’d been listening to her I’d let my mind bring back each intense moment in the garden.
‘I don’t know what we’ve got between us but whatever it is I’m glad we’ve got it.’ I added.
Sam leaned forward and kissed me. Kissing Sam was something I could do for the rest of my natural, it was that good. As she intensified the kiss my hands roamed her body. I pulled out the bobble holding her hair in its ponytail and used my fingers to comb it. My hands caressed her back travelling down until they gripped her firm arse. Remembering that she no longer wore any panties I lifted her dress to feel the velvet softness of her skin. My hands then returned up her body, this time under her dress and lifting it up with them. As my fingers encountered her bra strap Sam leaned back and put her arms up to enable me to remove the dress altogether. Before I could relish the view Sam returned her lips to mine. I did not mind, it was just something else to look forward to.
Only her bra now hid her complete nakedness so I swiftly removed it. Sam’s breasts were very small and because of this were very firm. I allowed my hand to touch and cup each breast in turn. Squeezing her nipples, which responded by becoming half-inch bullets. Throughout these proceedings our lips had been separated only to remove the dress. Our tongues entwined in passion.
Sam shot back, ‘this isn’t fair. I’m sitting here naked and you’re still fully dressed.’
I was mesmerised by my first look at her nude body. It was perfection. Suddenly Sam’s hands were lifting my t-shirt over my head before standing up to remove the rest of my clothes before returning to her position on my lap. I was briefly disappointed when she paid no attention to my once again rigid erection but her sweet lips dissolved that as they returned to mine. Her hand reached down between us and took hold of my manhood and guided it to her waiting sex. Once she was happy with its position she lowered herself onto it with one movement. Our moans of pleasure merged into one as once again this beautiful woman took me inside her. Sam’s position meant that it was she that set the tempo and it was a slow one.
I was just happy for us to be joined as one so I savoured the sensations her tight young pussy gave to my cock. More than thirty minutes of this bliss passed before Sam’s movements became faster. Sensing her need I placed a finger on her clit and rubbed in rhythm to her motion. Ten minutes of this and Sam was coming again. It was not as intense as outside but lasting a lot longer. I watched her face throughout, how the pleasure seeping through her body found release in her face and voice. Her scream when it came was long and low and I felt her body convulse in spasms of joy. I had not come, nor did I want to. I intended that the night should last forever and I was well aware of my own limitations.
Realising I’d not come with her Sam started to move up and down me once more, but I stopped her. ‘There’s plenty of time for me later. Now come here and relax.’
I pulled her head to my chest. We remained there for a long time, my manhood, now only semi erect, still inside her. Once more words were not required we just stayed there in each other’s arms.
Finally Sam spoke, whispering ‘Where do we go from here?’
‘Bed seems a good idea.’ I said, only partly in jest, knowing that she meant something completely different.
That was over three years ago and we’re still together. If possible my love for Sam has grown stronger with each passing day. Nicky is as lively as ever and seems to know that an Ice-lolly is always there for the asking. We often take lavender up into our bedroom to remind us of our first time together.
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