I cant quite believe I am sitting opposite him, again! It’s been so many years yet here we are still keeping it going. My life’s longest relationship with a man who I never even lived with and hardly ever went away on holiday with.

Pathetic or lovely, who knows and right now I don’t seem to care!

Here we are talking, kids, dying parents, terrible exs, present day lover disasters. Sometimes sad, sometimes giggling like we did in 87 and just like then I am experiencing those old familiar feelings.

Fuck why am I so bad with him. Its just not right. Maybe he feels the same way about me but if he does he hides it well. We keep talking in that dark nook in that crowded bar. I surreptitiously squeeze my thighs together and feel myself getting wet. Thing is he knows me so well and he saw me do it. Our eyes lock.

His voice lowers to an intimate growl “You know I was walking in town last week. This woman pulled up in her car a few metres ahead. She wound down her window to talk to a guy she recognised on the street. Without saying a word he leaned through the window and I just knew his hand went between her legs. She knew I was watching her but she closed her eyes and adjusted herself to give access and smiled. It so reminded me of us, so wonderfully instinctive.”

He looks at my neck and the bare skin ust above my low cut top and leans closer to gently whisper “You look so fucking lovely.” His warm breath on my neck. My traitorous slutty body! I feel that bloody red blush. Its almost as if it rises straight from my now swollen clit, to blossom like an inappropriate advert on my neck.

“So sweet and innocent but with a smile of such pure filth.” He is smiling now. I know he loves seeing me react.

I really want a gin and Tonic but he bought me a soda water and bitters, the bastard. He said I get too horny on alcohol and he “wants me straight!”

“Thats nice” I reply. I try to go for breezy and brisk but I hear myself a horny nervous teenager. I need to grow up. I am over 50 for fucks sake, so is he but with his blue eyes twinkling he is loving it.

As I watch him he puts his hand up to the side of my neck and I feel his thumb stroke my throat. Then it all floods back I remember choking myself on his cock because i wanted him so badly, feeling my cunt stretch to accept as he pushed his whole fist inside me. Feeling totally bound, my body on fire from pain and pleasure knowing that right then he could have done anything to me and I would have taken it.

But that was then. This is now. I lean closer, sweetly smiling that pure filth smile he so loves and push my hand between his legs, I feel him already hard but see him wince as I also squeeze his balls. Now it’s my turn. I know that the pub has disappeared for him and I am now all he sees. I love it. I whisper “Do you want me? To have access to me when ever you want. To own my mouth, my cunt, my tits, my hole, just like you used to?

He can’t seem to speak so I keep going.

“Do you want to see my cunt stretch to take whatever you want to squeeze in? You want to see me cum again and again so much and so hard that I almost pass out and end up your twitching cum slut lying at your feet.”

His eyes have gone that hard pre sex way but he still has no answer.

Do you want me to take you outside, and in that park opposite, to get down on my knees and suck your cock so deep that you explode and I swallow every bit of cum you have?

I squeeze again making him gasp out a “yes.”

“Well first” I lean in as if to kiss but instead I go to his ear, bite it and then whisper “you should do what I want.”

With that I stand up and walk out. Knowing that he will be sprinting after me. I smile, relishing his desire for me not knowing what I am going to do but loving that feeling of total freedom of utter abandonment to the moment.

I lead, as we quickly cross the road and enter the summer time park as darkening dusk creates that magical time of day at a magical time of year. The scent of jasmine and cut grass evolves with the exciting suggestive shadows. This night is so full of delicious potential.

I know his eyes are fixed on my arse as I walk ahead and of course know that he is little bit too excited so when as we go deeper in to the park he grabs my shoulder I am ready.

“No get off! Now you know that sexually I want to be all yours. To take everything you want to give. However last time you didn’t appreciate quite how much I gave so in order to have me all night I am gonna own you now.”

I laugh, even in the darkness I know I have never seen him so confused. See for years we were the perfect lovers. His dominant perverted mind a perfect foil for my multiple orgasmic kinky self. Together we did everything, from stolen orgasms in school libraries, to sex in lifts, from day long sessions to quick sex behind a tree in a busy city on our lunch break. We simply couldn’t keep our hands of each other.

We walk on into the darkness. Hidden in the middle is a small copse. In its overgrown centre is a picnic bench, or as my mind sees it, my sacrificial alter.

I stop at the bench turn and he is on me kissing me deeply. Its beautiful, I love how he feels, smells and I want him. I almost surrender when he tries to turn me round to fuck or spank me. First though I want him to remember this night forever.

“Sit down” I push him gently down on the bench and stand back and pull the leather belt slowly from my waist. As the belt comes in to my hand I vividly remember a scene from years ago. We were in some hotel and he said “I want to belt whip your cunt.” Without a word I ay back and opened my legs. I always remember the power and the intimacy of that brutal act. I remember how our eyes locked and now it spurs me on.

I tell him to “now, sit on the floor and rest the back of your neck against the bench. Loving my power when he does just what I say. His eyes are fixed on my body. I lean forward seeing him stare at my cleavage put the belt round his throat and tie it round the bench. Its tight and he gasps but his eyes are on fire. “Now if you want me, put your arms behind your back and dont touch me till I say you can.”

Then I slowly slip of my shoes and pull down my jeans just leaving my white socks on. I turn, bend over and slowly pull down my knickers. I hear a groan as I run my fingers along my cunt lips. I walk up to him and squat over one of his legs, still touching myself watching him watch me in awe.

“Do you remember how you use to make me fuck your leg like a bitch on heat. You used to add pegs to my nipples and pull them to increase my motivation. ” With this I unbutton my top and pull my breasts out so they are pushed up above my bra. My nipples spring awake in the cold.

“Well this time I am going to fuck your face.” With this i stand on the bench holding the table for support and ignoring the odd middle aged creak lower my cunt to his mouth. He wastes no time licking my cunt lips and sucking on my clit like a crazy vampire. His hands move up to grab my bum but i reach down grab his hair pulling him into me and whisper “dont you dare touch me with anything but your mouth. Not till I say. The sight of him obeying and replacing his hands behind his back and grab a quick breath as I grind into his face makes me fly.

As car lights flicker down the edge of the park, and dark truly settles I have my first beautiful orgasm. Shaking body, feeling so alive as he sucks on dragging all the pleasure he can from me.

With lust sated for a second I almost start to feel awkward as I stand up above him.

“Please dont stop, please let me taste you more.” He always knows once is not enough for me but now i want to be penetrated.

I stand above undo his jeans then pull them off. His cock wonderfully gets in the way but springs back up swollen and glistening in the dark.

“If you cum before I am done I am gonna beat you” I whisper a I lower my sodden cunt to be filled. As I do i rip open his shirt he looks beautiful, tethered by the neck, hands obediently behind his back face wet from my juice.

I take him in and he, as always fits so perfectly. The head of his cock pushing my cervix but not so long that my clit cant grind into his body.

When I first did this all those years ago he would have cum in seconds and I would have had to wait for him to be hard again. Now, maybe its his age or my wet, kid stretched cunt, but he is controlling himself and I am driving myself on to a higher level of pleasure. Small thrills are edging through my whole body my mind is everywhere, visions, ideas, non stop filth, I want another cock in my arse, I want to be flogged naked in public, I want to swallow his cum whilst I watch his face I want to show the people men and women that cant stop from touching themselves as they watch us from the treeline what a sexual being I am.

I know I am making too much noise but I cant help it as I can feel it starting. That long never ending orgasm that always make me loose myself. I scream to him “Now grab, twist, hurt my nipples” and I curse him as his twists them so hard. It feels so bad that it is just incredible. Live wires seen to link my whole body as, my clit, my poor burning nipples my spasming full cunt fill my whole and I cum and cum and cum.

He groans explodes inside me and I collapse on him and he whispers “he loves me, he loves me” again and again.

As I feel he softening cock slip out i undo the belt, and step back. As he stands I demurely look down pass him the belt and giggle as he laughs out loud, grabs me in a bear hug and squeezes me so tight. After a few seconds I feel him wrap the belt round my neck and see his limp cock twitch in anticipation.

Its gonna be a very interesting night.