Barefoot in the Park

I wasn't sure if I wanted to see him again. He didn't seem that appealing. He was childish to some extent, a little bit insecure and certainly not articulate. Usually I prefer my men more literate but there was something about his persistence that prevented me from cancelling our second date.
We drank a lot. The alcohol made me think that a bit of a stammering can be somewhat cute. Furthermore, it is always nice when there is someone who feels you up in a dark bar. Therefore I didn't object when he suggested a trip to the park. I didn't feel like going home yet, plus, he wrapped me with such enthusiasm I simply climbed on the scooter and said to him: "Let's go!"

We drove to one part of the park which I didn't know that well. That was why I didn't care that much when we got off the motorcycle, sat down on a bench and started to make out. "I feel like a schoolgirl", I said and he went down on his knees, spread my thighs and pushed his tongue inside me. I grabbed his head, letting my head fall on the back of the bench. Then, from some reason I asked him to stop. He did and then stood up and went to sit on the bench next to me. I got up and felt his arms grabbing me. I turned around towards him only to sit on his cock.