Stress Relief in the Park

[Sit back, relax, and suspend belief for a moment in this world where sex is far less taboo in public spaces than you may be used to. While our characters break a sweat, you don't have to lift a finger... unless, of course, you want to.]

I guess I was still getting used to the city. Back home, before I left for college, I rarely even saw anyone making out in public. Here, I was constantly snapping my neck, seeing things like people having sex in the subway... during a workday... in front of hundreds of other people walking by.

To be sure, the city was one of a kind, with the attitude of "it's completely natural" with a dash of "if you don't like it, you can leave." As it turned out, a lot of people decided they did like it, so it stuck, and so did a bunch of very open-minded people.

Of course, with such laxity to one societal extreme had to come severity in another. There was zero tolerance for any kind of coercion or sexual misconduct in this place. I was glad I never saw or heard of such a thing in all my time there.

Although I came here for school, I didn't come here for this kind of education - but it sure was an eye opener. The nature of living in a city like this was at first, I'll admit, a little disconcerting. I was still basically a sexual newbie, and never really watched porn, so I found the surprising regularity with which I was introduced to various sexual acts jarring. However, now in my third year of university, I noticed that the shock of public sex acts was starting to turn into something else.

I was gradually becoming one of them. No longer aghast at seeing a blowjob at the coffee shop, my friends and I might even high five a couple during or afterward. It was now almost routine to go see a play that incorporated fully nude or sexual scenes. On occasion, I had even witnessed some mutual masturbation in the break room among coworkers.

I was likely to observe these events without flinching, but I had never been the one they were watching. As I said, I must have still been getting used to it. Until the day in the park, that is.

I was sitting on a bench under a tree before going home from my classes, wearing a pink sundress and white flats. I was studying for one of my big finals when a man maybe 10-15 years older than me who was passing by, stopped. When I looked up, he smiled at me in a friendly way.

"I couldn't help but notice the book you're reading. I had to read that when I was in school, too," he began.

I blushed. He was actually really attractive. Just my type, with dark hair and hazel eyes. Great smile, too. I kinda hoped he was flirting with me.

"Oh... yeah?" I began, nervously.

"Yeah, I was also in the class with Ms. MacMillan... She still there?"

I giggled. "Yes... still there," I said with an eye roll.

"Hey, look, the reason I'm stopping isn't just about the book. I thought you were really cute and thought maybe I could help you with some... after-class stress relief?" He said, looking for all the world as if he was just offering to buy me a coffee.

I blushed even harder now. It wasn't my first time being propositioned sexually, but I hadn't entertained it as something I would do, at least not anytime soon. Other people could make spectacles out of themselves, but I, for one, didn't really enjoy a lot of eyes on me. That being said, I did have a lot of stress with school... and honestly, he was just really good-looking.

As I considered him and his offer, he interjected.

"I'm just having a really good day and I want to give something. I'm not looking for anything in return, I'd just like to go down on you." He was grinning, with his hands out and gave a little shrug.

He just wants to give me pleasure? Could this be true? I had to wonder. None of my previous boyfriends had made such an offer before. I glanced around. We were near a walking path, but it didn't seem too busy at the moment. *I guess... if I'm ever going to try it, at least it isn't in a crowded bar or something.* I thought to myself.

I looked back at him and grinned. Like an excited little kid being taken to a new playground, I placed both my hands in my lap and nodded.

Moments later, a random stranger in the park was kneeling in the grass in front of me, with my legs over his shoulders and his head in my dress. It was a scene I'd never have imagined in my wildest dreams just three years before.

He was clearly very experienced... or at least intuitive. His tongue seemed to gravitate toward my most sensitive areas, with just the right pressure - and then stop - right before I got too close. The concrete park bench dug into my ass and back, but I didn't notice it due to the most delicious sensations going on between my legs.

I heard a whistle. Oh, damn. Someone saw us.

A man and woman grinned at us as they power-walked by.

I felt a little thrill at being spotted. I couldn't tell right away if it was exciting or scary, but just then the man between my legs inserted a rough finger into me. Any possible worries instantly melted away as he moved it inside.

I was in a very blissful state when either thirty seconds or three hours later (I really couldn't keep track of time at this point) I heard a whoop. A couple male joggers ran by, clapping at me as I clutched at my partner's hair and gasped with pleasure. Without thinking, I returned a thumbs up.

Okay, this is actually kind of hot, I thought to myself. I felt myself being edged closer to orgasm, between the thick finger and deft tongue. There were trees all around us, grass, hills, and people jogging or picnicking not far away. It was a juxtaposition of two pleasures in life: nature and this natural high.

I clutched the edge of the concrete bench as the mystery man finally brought me over the edge with a strong, wet orgasm. It impressed me that, despite my gushing, he stayed down there till the very end.

When he came up out of my skirt, he wore a triumphant look on his face. I was breathless but extremely satisfied. As promised, the new friend didn't seem to want any more, and after giving me a quick high-five, he started off down the path. For a second, I thought about running after him to ask for his number or even to do more right then and there, but I realized we may just run into each other again. Who could say?

I grabbed my things and began to head through the park for the subway. I passed a couple sitting on a picnic blanket, looking up at me with knowing smiles.

"Have a good time there?" The man asked.

"Ah, you caught that?" I chuckled as I walked by. "Yeah, pretty good time."

"We were curious if you might like to sit with us for a little while before you head out," the young woman said, with a wink.

I paused, a few steps away from them. I stopped to think about it for a moment, but realized my brain was tired of all the thinking - what did I feel?

In a very short time, I had both my hands on a very nice pair of breasts and four hands somewhere on my body.