by Rumple Foreskin
note: This is not a work of fiction. Only the names have been changed to protect the author from divorce lawyers and/or para-medics.
It was a seductively beautiful Sunday afternoon in Central Park. Around the edge of a small, remote meadow, leaf covered trees, their limbs swaying gently in a light breeze, muffled the sound of distant city traffic. By some miracle, there were no portable radios blaring. The loudest noise came from squirrels and pigeons fighting over pieces of popcorn and candy.
While an occasional passerby would come and go, there were few permanent residents. Two old men sat on a bench deep in an animated conversation. A young couple were lying on a blanket, sunbathing. And at the edge of the meadow, in the deep shade of an old oak, Debbie Cohen was sitting astride the waist of Tyler Davis.
As she continued to look around, Debbie wondered if any of those other people realized Tyler was softly massaging her breasts. Of course they didn't, she told herself. Since she was on top of him and leaning forward, her unbuttoned vest acted like a curtain, concealing his activities.
No one could tell he'd pushed her T-shirt up so far, if it weren't for the vest, and his hands, her breasts would be totally exposed. Still, it was exciting to think they were making out, in public, in Central Park, on a Sunday afternoon.
Glancing down, she noticed the pleased expression on Tyler's face. "Are you glad you came now?"
Tyler's grin widened and he nodded. "This is nice. Very, very nice. Not every beat up vet gets to lay around in the park on a sunny day and play with the boobs of a pretty student nurse. And very nice boobs they are, I might add."
"I'm just doing my patriotic bit," she laughed, feeling flushed and pleased. "But thanks for the compliment anyway. However, I'll have to trust your expertise on boobs."
"Well, I'm still surprised you're here with me on the day your engagement is being announced. But believe me, patriotism or whatever, I'm glad as hell you are."
He began using his thumbs to rotate her hard nipples. "Now, of course you realize my evaluation of your anatomical charms is purely preliminary in nature. To give a complete and accurate appraisal, I'd need to perform a long, careful examination of the subjects in hand."
He squeezed her breasts for emphasis while giving her a big wink. "However, to answer your original question, I suppose that everything considered I'd rather be here than back in the VA listening to a baseball game."
Tyler's unexpected remark about her motives bothered Debbie. Why had she brought him to the park? And why was she letting him get away with what he was doing, especially on this particular day? Of course, they'd been kissing for weeks, but nothing this serious.
It'd started when he'd surprised her with a kiss that left her breathless. And she enjoyed the light petting that began in the days that followed. But she'd never considered anything more. After all, she was engaged. Besides, the day shift on a hospital ward doesn't provide a lot of opportunities.
But now they were in the park, not the hospital. And something more, a whole lot more, was taking place. At first, she'd put up some resistance. But Debbie knew it'd just been a formality. After a few mild protests, she'd yielded to his kisses, and then to his ever more insistent fingers. She loved the exquisite feel of his fingers caressing her breasts. And there was an intense, almost embarrassing pleasure each time her hips pressed against the bulge in his jeans. In other words, they were most definitely making out.
Of course, none of this would be happening if her fiancé hadn't been working that afternoon. Several week's ago they'd picked that day to officially announce their engagement. In her family's world, that was a big deal and involved a lot of visits and presents. But last Monday, Johnny's boss said he'd have to work this weekend which postponed all their plans.
That's when she remembered Tyler Davis. He was a patient she'd met on her summer job at the VA. A booby trap in Viet Nam had blinded him and the Army doctors said he'd never see again. He'd come up from his home in the south for treatment by a top specialist and had regained some sight. Being the proverbial stranger in a strange land, he spent his weekends alone in his hospital room. With her weekend plans shot, she decided it would do him good to get out into the fresh air and sunshine.
As Tyler's fingertips continued massaging her breasts, Debbie reminded herself that taking a lonely patient out for a stroll is one thing; making-out with him in the middle of Central Park is something else. This make-out business was most definitely not part of her careful planning. It just sort of happened.
Armed with her good intentions, she'd told him about the situation with Johnny and that it meant she'd be free Sunday afternoon. Would he like her to drive back into town and go shopping with him for some new records? After that, if the day was nice, they might go over to the park.
To her surprise, he didn't seem very interested and spoke about wanting to stay in and listen to a big Yankees game. But she knew him well enough to suspect his negative response had more to do with pride than love of baseball.
To give him an excuse for saying yes, Debbie said she needed to come into town anyway, and that shopping and visiting the Central Park zoo were two of her favorite things. The parts about shopping and the zoo were true enough. But she had no reason to drive from Queens into Manhattan other than to be with him. The touch of mendacity worked, however. The southern gentleman in Tyler wouldn't let him deny her a chance to shop and visit the zoo.
Debbie was glad she'd convinced him to come with her, glad they'd gone shopping, and glad they'd made it to the park. And as she sat astride Tyler's body, enjoying the feel of his fingers stroking her flesh, she was even glad they were making out. But she didn't know why. What puzzled her the most, however, was feeling almost no guilt about Johnny. So she decided to just ignore all the questions and concentrate on enjoying her time with Tyler Davis.
"So you're not sure you wouldn't rather be back in the VA listening to a ball game, huh!" she demanded in mock outrage. Then she leaned over and began nuzzling his neck.
He laughed and pushed her away.