above them. Another gust swept across the station forecourt, lifting Lucy’s dress and exposing the red g-string nestling between the cheeks of her ass. A hobo sitting on a nearby bench whooped his approval and Lucy giggled and took Nick’s hand.
“Come on,” she said. “Let’s go.”
They walked together down Massachusetts Avenue, past Radio Shack, Hollywood Express, Zing’s Pizza, Stellabella Toys, Burlington Coat Factory, endless stores, restaurants, gyms and banks, with Lucy turning heads all the way to Cambridge Common. As they entered the park, Lucy said, “I’m glad you met my family. I think they liked you.”
With a sudden wave of euphoria, Nick realized that this was finally real, and any niggling doubts finally evaporated - this crazy Asian bombshell really was his girlfriend.
Lucy sat astride one of the abandoned British cannons inside the park and demanded Nick take some pictures with his cell phone. While he was snapping away, Lucy’s own cell rang and she swung off the cannon and began talking in Japanese. As she spoke, she walked towards a line of trees and Nick followed, detecting a note of anger in her voice.
When they reached the trees, Lucy hung up and Nick asked, “Everything okay?”
Lucy looked at him testily, her bottom lip out.
Uh-oh, thought Nick.
“That was my dad,” Lucy said.
“Problem?”
“He wants to know why I’m living with a Caucasian guy.”
“He doesn’t approve?”
“I told you he was old-fashioned.”
“What did you tell him?”
“I told him to mind his own fucking business,” Lucy frowned and looked around. “I need to pee.”
She disappeared around the back of a small utility building. Nick leaned against a tree and waited. As it was a Monday, the park was not overly crowded, mostly moms with toddlers and a few young couples. A few minutes passed, and Nick said, “Lucy?”
There was no answer, and Nick called her name again.
Finally, Lucy said, “Come around here.”
Nick went around to the back of the building and found himself in a small clearing hidden by bushes, which was just as well - Lucy had taken off her dress and was standing there in just her g-string and sandals.
“Lucy! What the hell are you doing?” Nick whispered.
Lucy didn’t respond, just looked at him with that now-familiar expression.
Oh boy.
Still looking into Nick’s eyes, Lucy hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her g-string and slowly pulled it down over her thighs and then stepped out of it. Nick gazed at her bald, pouting mound, her flat belly, and her pear-shaped breasts and got an instant erection. He went to her and placed his hands on her breasts, rubbing his thumbs gently over her chocolate nipples, teasing them to attention.
He ran his hands over her back and then down to her ass and he squeezed her soft cheeks. Lucy had Nick’s zipper down and his rigid cock popped out of his pants. She gripped it and began milking his shaft. Placing the tip of his penis against her tight slit, she put her arms around his neck and jumped up, wrapping her legs around his waist. With his cock still rubbing against her pussy, Nick walked them to the building and pressed her up against the wall. He reached down and found his cock and edged it inside her, feeling her hot petals parting, and then he put both hands on her waist and eased her down onto himself.
They kissed, open mouthed, Lucy gripping him tightly with her thighs, and locking her ankles, and they began to work up a rhythm. Nick could hear people talking and laughing in the park, and the sounds of distant traffic and birdsong - everyday life going on around them while they fucked with abandon in the open air.
Lucy’s tongue thrashed
“Come on,” she said. “Let’s go.”
They walked together down Massachusetts Avenue, past Radio Shack, Hollywood Express, Zing’s Pizza, Stellabella Toys, Burlington Coat Factory, endless stores, restaurants, gyms and banks, with Lucy turning heads all the way to Cambridge Common. As they entered the park, Lucy said, “I’m glad you met my family. I think they liked you.”
With a sudden wave of euphoria, Nick realized that this was finally real, and any niggling doubts finally evaporated - this crazy Asian bombshell really was his girlfriend.
Lucy sat astride one of the abandoned British cannons inside the park and demanded Nick take some pictures with his cell phone. While he was snapping away, Lucy’s own cell rang and she swung off the cannon and began talking in Japanese. As she spoke, she walked towards a line of trees and Nick followed, detecting a note of anger in her voice.
When they reached the trees, Lucy hung up and Nick asked, “Everything okay?”
Lucy looked at him testily, her bottom lip out.
Uh-oh, thought Nick.
“That was my dad,” Lucy said.
“Problem?”
“He wants to know why I’m living with a Caucasian guy.”
“He doesn’t approve?”
“I told you he was old-fashioned.”
“What did you tell him?”
“I told him to mind his own fucking business,” Lucy frowned and looked around. “I need to pee.”
She disappeared around the back of a small utility building. Nick leaned against a tree and waited. As it was a Monday, the park was not overly crowded, mostly moms with toddlers and a few young couples. A few minutes passed, and Nick said, “Lucy?”
There was no answer, and Nick called her name again.
Finally, Lucy said, “Come around here.”
Nick went around to the back of the building and found himself in a small clearing hidden by bushes, which was just as well - Lucy had taken off her dress and was standing there in just her g-string and sandals.
“Lucy! What the hell are you doing?” Nick whispered.
Lucy didn’t respond, just looked at him with that now-familiar expression.
Oh boy.
Still looking into Nick’s eyes, Lucy hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her g-string and slowly pulled it down over her thighs and then stepped out of it. Nick gazed at her bald, pouting mound, her flat belly, and her pear-shaped breasts and got an instant erection. He went to her and placed his hands on her breasts, rubbing his thumbs gently over her chocolate nipples, teasing them to attention.
He ran his hands over her back and then down to her ass and he squeezed her soft cheeks. Lucy had Nick’s zipper down and his rigid cock popped out of his pants. She gripped it and began milking his shaft. Placing the tip of his penis against her tight slit, she put her arms around his neck and jumped up, wrapping her legs around his waist. With his cock still rubbing against her pussy, Nick walked them to the building and pressed her up against the wall. He reached down and found his cock and edged it inside her, feeling her hot petals parting, and then he put both hands on her waist and eased her down onto himself.
They kissed, open mouthed, Lucy gripping him tightly with her thighs, and locking her ankles, and they began to work up a rhythm. Nick could hear people talking and laughing in the park, and the sounds of distant traffic and birdsong - everyday life going on around them while they fucked with abandon in the open air.
Lucy’s tongue thrashed
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