In the park with a stranger

Karina left the house just after nine, when the sun had finally set behind the rooftops of the residential area. The city park was almost empty at this hour: only the occasional streetlight, the rustling of leaves, and the distant barking of dogs. She'd chosen this spot specifically—no one knew her here, here she could simply breathe and not think about work, debts, or the fact that she'd been living in this city alone for two years. She was wearing a light summer dress—white, with tiny blue flowers, just above the knee. A very ordinary, "decent" dress. But today, after the stuffy office, she hadn't worn a bra under it, and had chosen the thinnest panties—white, almost sheer, with a small bow at the front. Her legs were bare, just light sneakers on her bare feet. The breeze under her dress immediately made itself felt: cool touches along her inner thighs, as if someone invisible were running their fingers up and down. Karina shivered and tugged at the hem, even though no one was around. She walked along the central alley, her hips swaying slightly. Her C-cup breasts swayed freely beneath the thin fabric, her nipples slightly hardened by the evening chill and the thoughts she was pushing away. She hadn't had a boyfriend for a year and a half. Sex was only in her head, at night, when her hand would slip under the covers. But in reality, she was modest, proper Karina, who didn't even go on dates because it was "not the time." The alley turned toward the old linden trees. There were fewer streetlights here, the shadows were deeper. Karina slowed her pace and took out her phone—just to check the time. Just then, she heard quiet footsteps behind her. She didn't turn around. People walk around the park in the evening; nothing unusual. But the footsteps came closer. Very close. First, she felt the warmth of someone else's body against her back. Then, a light touch. A large, male hand landed right on her bottom, over her dress, and squeezed lightly. Karina froze. Her heart sank. "It was an accident... in the dark... he's going to take his hand away now..." she thought, but it didn't. His fingers slowly stroked her round buttock, as if checking to see if it was real. The dress was thin, hiding almost nothing. Karina felt the heat and wetness between her legs. Just this brazen gesture—and her panties were already treacherously wet. She wanted to turn around, to say something harsh, but her voice caught in her throat. Instead, her legs took a small step forward, as if inviting her to continue. The stranger understood. His other hand settled on her waist, pulling her closer. Karina felt his hard cock press against her ass through his pants—hot, thick, already fully erect. "Quiet, girl..." he whispered right into her ear in a low, calm voice. "No one will see." The voice was mature, confident. About forty, maybe. He smelled of expensive cologne and light tobacco. Karina trembled. Her modesty screamed "run!", and her body was already melting. The man's fingers slid under the hem of her dress, lightly, as if that was how it should be. They touched the bare skin above her knee... moved higher... higher... When he reached the edge of her panties, Karina let out a soft sob. His fingers pushed the thin fabric aside and immediately found her already wet slit. One finger simply ran over her labia, collecting the juice, and Karina felt her legs buckle. "Wow... you're already dripping, sweetie," he chuckled into her hair. "And you look like such a good girl." He turned her to face him. Karina finally saw him: tall, with short hair, wearing a dark shirt, his eyes dark and hungry. He looked at her as if he already knew she wouldn't run away. With one hand he continued to caress her under her dress, while with the other he unzipped his fly. His penis slid out—heavy, veiny, with a glistening droplet on its head. Karina couldn't look away. Her mouth instantly became wet, and saliva flowed so strongly that she involuntarily licked her lips. The man took her by the back of the head and gently but insistently lowered her to her knees right in the middle of the alley, in the shade of the linden trees. - Open your mouth, beauty. You've been wanting this for a long time. Karina's hands trembled as she grasped the thick shaft. The head touched her plump lips. She opened her mouth... and at that very moment, she felt it slowly but surely enter her mouth, filling it completely. Tears welled in her eyes—not from pain, but from wild, forbidden pleasure. He held her head with both hands and slowly fucked her in the mouth, quietly moaning: - Good girl... deeper... like this... all the drool is already running down my chin... Karina moaned around his cock, squeezing his balls with one hand and frantically rubbing her clit under her dress with the other. The park was quiet. Only the rustling of leaves, her wet smacking sounds, and his heavy breathing. He came unexpectedly—hot, thick, right down her throat. Karina swallowed convulsively, not letting go of his cock until it was completely empty. When he finally pulled out, she remained kneeling, breathing heavily, her lips and chin wet, her juices running down her thighs. The man zipped up his fly, leaned over and quietly spoke into her ear: — Tomorrow at the same time. On the same alley. And without panties. Got it? Karina nodded, unable to speak. Everything inside her still throbbed and burned. She rose on shaky legs, pulled her dress down, and walked home. The hem clung to her wet thighs. His taste lingered in her mouth. But only one thought was running through her head: "Tomorrow... no panties..." The park was silent. But Karina knew he would wait.