Passion In The Park
by Ellen

Samantha slowly walked through the park on her way home from work. It was early afternoon and the first sunny day that spring. She enjoyed listening to the birds love songs and the light wind brought a slight flower fragrance from the sea of brightly red tulips covering the rounded hill down towards the lake. The sun made the water sparkle with life, and she could feel the warmth touching her face through the still light green spring foliage of the trees around her.

For a moment she just stood there, enjoying the moment, relaxing. Leaving her work and her busy life behind she slowly walked down the hill towards the lake. Watching the squirrels playing on the path in front of her and all around her, she could but laugh in pure joy of living.

She wandered along the well groomed path around the lake, thinking about nothing at all, she just opened her mind to the surroundings, became one with the nature around her. Occasionally wishing she had been in the deep forests of her youth, learning how to survive in the wild with her grandfather, and not in the center of town. This afternoon was unusually quiet she noted, briefly wondering why before she saw another squirrel and drifted away in thought again.

Walking towards her favorite spot by the lake, a bench standing just by the edge of the water behind a huge Forsythia, she started to hum an old tune celebrating spring and renewal.

When she came closer she saw the silhouette of someone already sitting there, disappointed she studied the man sitting there as she step by step came closer. He sat on the very edge of the bench, leaning backwards, arms spread out along the back of the bench. He looked like he enjoyed the afternoon just as much as she did. He didn’t even turn his head when she came close. Samantha noted well shaped muscles under the blue T-shirt and strong legs crossed in front of him. His dark hair was falling down into his eyes and he occasionally swept it away with his left hand. Something about him made her interested, and instead of walking past she moved to sit down beside him.

He turned his head towards her and smiled when she passed in front of him and shaded the sun. For a moment their eyes met and she lost herself in a pair of eyes reflecting the very world around her, green, brown, blue and yellow as the sun itself. She wanted to grasp for air like she was drowning, she felt her knees go soft and her heart leap. She forced herself to break eye contact after what seemed like ages but it had to be merely seconds. Confused she sat down beside him. He moved over slightly and made room for her moving his brown suede jacket aside from the back of the seat.

"Hi!" both of them said simultaneously.

They laughed together and when their eyes met once again a moment later they were no longer strangers. They were kindred spirits, joined together by the wonderful spring day and the feeling of joy and fulfillment in this place by the lake. They had spoke but a single word but their eyes had already said everything. Her brown eyes told of the wild and the untamed nature, his about life, warmth and sunshine. They both saw what they most desired.

Samantha moved to brush away that lock of hair that kept falling down, touched it, slowly moved her hand over his forehead into his hair. It was so soft, her fingers trembled when he leaned into her touch. He took her hand when she tried to let go of the touch, held it in between his hands and lightly kissed the tips of her fingers.

"Who are you? A goddess of the nature? A spirit from the wild?" he whispered, not letting her hand or her eyes go. He wanted to touch her further, wanted to let his eyes caress every piece of this girls body, from long auburn hair, to naked feet in the grass, but he was afraid, afraid that if he let go of her eyes, she would be lost forever.

His voice was like a whisper of the wind in the trees, his light kiss on her fingers a warm ocean wave gently sweeping against the sand of the beach. Wanting more she reached out with her free hand and touched his face, ran her fingers through his hair and drew him close. Close enough to let her mouth tell him exactly what she wanted.

He let go of her hand only to slip his left hand around her neck and his right around her waist. He drew her closer, deepened the kiss, dove fearlessly through the waves of her tongue, deeper into the ocean of her mouth. Without questions, without doubt he understood every word of her silent demand, shared it.

Her free hand traveled his chest, felt his heart beat wildly beneath her fingers like a furious beast trying to break out of a too small cage. Without hesitation she let her hand slide further downwards, tore the shirt free from the jeans with a quick and decisive yank to clear the way for her hand to touch the soft sand of the dunes beneath.

Reaching inside her light spring jacket he encountered two rounded mountains of pleasure. His hand fought the buttons of the cotton blouse, he reached for the mountains of his dreams, found his hand overflowing with a peak covered in soft white silk. He traced the outline of the deep valley in between the peaks with his fingertips along the soft lace edge of her bra, found the snap and without hesitation he released the content into his awaiting hand.

Samantha was almost overwhelmed by desire for this man. She couldn’t stop herself, she wanted more and more and more. The park and the world around her was gone from her mind. She could not stop herself when she felt her breasts go stiff from his touch. She had to have the real thing, his tongue no longer enough to satisfy her.

With both hands she released his belt and started unbuttoning his jeans, releasing the wild animal inside. Wanted that untamed force of nature, wanted the pulse of his wild heart inside her. Never once releasing her connection with his eyes she swung her leg over his lap, rose enough to let her skirt flow open. Impatient, impossible to stop, she tore her own panties off, the delicate fabric ripped into shreds falling to the ground like snow.

He felt her hands releasing him, giving him freedom to grow large and strong, still he drowned in her eyes, her mouth, holding her breasts like the most precious gem. Then she was above him, he looked up into her smiling eyes, for an instant afraid she was deserting him, then blown away by a wave of pleasure when she lowered herself onto his lap, slowly taking him inside her.

She made herself comfortable in his lap, leaned forward to regain access to his willing mouth. She let her hands slide around his waist, down into his pants, pulled herself closer. Her only goal to be one with this man.

Just when he thought he had reached the ultimate level of pleasure she started to move. Slow, circular movements like the most exquisite bellydancer. His own hips was pressed down by her weight, but her movement made him feel like he was slowly moving with the waves of a beach, each wave moving him closer to shore, closer to her.

She reached her moment of ecstasy, every rational thought long gone she was only encapsulated in her own pleasure. In celebration she extended her arms as to touch the sky, swung her head backwards and howled, screamed out her pleasure to the world like the wild animal she was in that moment.

He held her arching body around he waist, her breasts almost touched his face. For an instant he rested his head in the valley between them and laughed with joy. Her obvious pleasure gave him a satisfaction he had rarely felt in his life before. Of all the women he had known in his life, none had given him as much as this woman. She gave him the knowledge that he had given her as much as he had taken from her. And she had taken it like the fierce creature of the wild that she was.

Her growl still echoed over the lake when she looked back down on her partner, as if seeing him for the first time. She let her hand caress his head still resting against her breast. He looked up, showing a warm and absolutely adoring smile that made his eyes sparkle when they met hers. It made the wildcat in her turn into a cuddling kitten when her raging desire rapidly melted away.

He noticed the change in her when her mouth met his in a soft kiss that was the very opposite of the demanding kiss from moments ago. Her hands touched his skin so gently he wanted to scream, her hands tingled like they were charged with an electric currant and they touched him all over. They teased, they caressed they moved so slow, he wanted to be touched more than he had thought possible. And all through this she had never once stopped moving him inside her.

It might have lasted hours, or only minutes. When the storm had passed and the wind slowed down none of them knew. She lay comfortable in his arm, resting with him still inside her, he leaned his head on top of hers. Both of them too exhausted to do anything else. None of them wanted to let go.

Their afternoon bliss was abruptly interrupted when a loud beeping shredded through the silence like a knife. He dove for his jacket pocket to silence the thing. But it was too late, the moment was over, lost forever in the presence of modern society technology.

Samantha woke up from her comfortable daze. For the first time since she met him she noticed anything else. She stood up and let him slide out of her. Suddenly shy she turned away, buttoned her blouse and straightened out her skirt. She wanted to stay, wanted to run away, wanted to do it all over again right there.

"What!" he almost screamed into the phone. Hated the object for breaking this moment.

A cool and efficient voice replied politely on the other end of the line "We can’t wait any longer Mr. ____. You are expected at the concert hall, and the park security found out what we’re up to. In a minute you will no longer be alone."

"Okay, thanks. I’ll be there shortly", he replied a little less angry. Without this call he’d be in a lot of trouble he admitted.

She knew he had to leave. "Will I ever see you again?" she asked, sadness in her voice.

He smiled back at her. "Count on it!"