The following week was torture. To see Marty not 30 feet away and not being able to take her in my arms. To talk to her around others and pretend that nothing had happened. I was certain that just by looks that anyone interested could tell, yet we made no outward appearance other than being friends.
Each day we would make or usual trek at lunch to the restaurant at the end of the mall. Each day we would buy a sandwich and pitcher of beer, sharing both between chat and jokes. We both knew this was going to continue, but we also knew it wouldn't last. We would make the best though while it did.
The following Tuesday afternoon as I was preparing to leave for the day, Marty stopped by and asked if we were meeting the next day, our day off. I suggested we meet someplace other than the mall, and she agreed.
Wednesday morning came, and at the appointed time I saw her vehicle approach mine in the supermarket parking lot. We locked her car, then she slid in beside me and kissed me passionately, telling me how she'd longed to do that all week.
She was dressed in a light cotton blouse and skirt that ended about 4 inches above her knees. Although she put on her seat belt, she leaned against my shoulder as if needing my touch.
She noticed the picnic basket and blanket I had in the backseat and was surprised we weren't off to another motel. I told her no, that today we weren't hiding in a motel room. I drove to a secluded spot I knew of at the back of a local park on the outskirts of town. There was an area where I could park the car in a small glade unseen by others. During the week this park was rarely visited by others and I was certain of our privacy.
We spread the blanket, kicked off our shoes and curled up with the basket between us. We ate faster than I thought we would, but realised we both weren't hungry for food. After putting the basket in the car I quickly returned to her side. Pulling her to me, we embraced and kissed as though we hadn't seen each other in years. The hunger we both had for each other made up for a week of visual torture, of seeing each other and not being able to do anything.
It took only moments for me to have her blouse open and have my hands and mouth attacking her breasts. I was a man consumed, I couldn't get enough. Thankfully her bra opened in the front. Had it not I think I'd have torn it from her body. Flashing before me her breasts were flushed, her nipples hardened in desire.
With both of us fumbling to get her blouse off it took only moments. As quickly as it was removed I pushed her back, lying her on her back on the blanket. As she lay there I quickly removed my shirt and jeans, leaving me only in my shorts.
Sitting on the blanket now myself, I lay beside her and felt her hand on my cock, feeling its hardness through the fabric. Before she could remove my shorts, though, I sat next to her, opened the waist of her skirt and slid it from her body. Raising her ass up, she assisted me in this endeavour. Now, we were both lying there in nothing but our underpants, unable to keep our hands off one another.
I rolled on my side bent forward and kissed her. As I did this my right hand reached around, covered her ass cheek and pulled her to me. At the same time she struggled to get her hand inside my shorts to my cock. We kissed and caressed like this for what seemed like forever. But I know it had to have been a short time, our desire for each other burning us both.
I laid Marty back on the blanket and ran my hands up and down her body. her head, face, shoulders, breasts, down her stomach, around her hips, down her legs. Marty would gasp with each caress. As I drew my hands up the inside of her legs, I gently ran my fingertips up over the swollen mons of her womanhood. When I did this she yelped, wrapped both her arms around my head and pulled me to her chest. Like a woman possessed she held on for dear life.
Pulling my head free, I purposely laid her hands to her sides. She'd start to reach for my cock but I push her hands back. I began kissing her tits, her nipples hard and distended. With each kiss she'd gasp and pant. I trailed my lips down over her stomach, pausing to tease her belly button. Every time I stopped to pay attention to a spot, Marty would gasp and shake like a woman unable to get her breath.
Once I reached her panties I took the front of them between my teeth and slowly began to tug them down towards her feet.