Thursday, 10:47pm

I was lying in bed and fighting to keep my eyes open as I read from my Kindle. My phone was resting on the charging pad on my nightstand when it buzzed loudly.

I didn’t even look over. Whatever email or message it was could wait until the morning. A minute later, it buzzed again. Then a few more buzzes in quick succession. Ugh. I reached over to turn on ‘Do Not Disturb’ mode. While I had it in my hand it buzzed again. The notification on the lock screen read:

karalikestowatch: please please pleeeease

Well, that woke me up! I hadn’t heard from Kara since our session on Monday night. It had been a hell of a way to start my week, and our encounter had dominated my thoughts (and fuelled a few “me time” sessions) in the days since. Any message from her was one I was going to pay attention to – but this was a strange one. I sat up, tapped the notification and unlocked the phone. My Telegram app launched and I could see a series of urgent-sounding texts from Kara.

Will, I need some help

Oh god, I hope you’re around. Don’t ignore me please

Answer!!

please please pleeeease

I replied immediately.

Me: You OK? What’s wrong?

Kara: O thank god. I need you to meet me

Was this another of her games? It seemed a little out of character to hit me up later at night.

Me: Meet you where? What’s happening?

Kara: I’ll send my location.

Me: Tell me what’s going on

Kara: You’ll see. It’s embarrassing

She sent a Google Maps link. I opened it. The pin dropped on Williams Community Park. Why was she in a public park? This felt sketchy, but everything she’d led me towards had worked out pretty well so far – and after the last adventure at the spa with her and Jenny, things seemed to be escalating. This girl had me wrapped around her finger. She was so damned Hot and adventurous… but we hadn’t fucked yet and I was going to keep playing her games until we did. I knew I was going to be in my car momentarily.

Me: The park?

Kara: Will, please. Just come. It will make sense when you get here.

Me: OMW, give me 20.

I got out of bed, quickly brushed my teeth and dressed quickly. I jump in the car and hit the road. The town was pretty quiet, as you might expect for the ‘burbs on a Thursday night, and I made good time getting to the park. I pulled into the lot – there were a couple of cars parked, but they were empty. It was pretty dark and I couldn’t see into the park – the only illumination was provided by the lights scattered throughout the park. The only thing really visible at a distance was a group of guys moving around on the the well-lit basketball court. How the hell was I supposed to find Kara like this? I messaged her.

Me: I’m in the parking lot. Where are you?

She replied almost immediately.

Kara: In the washroom.

Me: OK. I’ll wait here.

Kara: Umm… this is kinda where I need help. I’m stuck in here.

Me: Stuck? Like is the lock broken or something?

Kara: No. Can you just come in here please?

I wasn’t sure if this was a genuine plea for help or if she was roping me into another exhibitionistic game. My cock was hoping it was the latter, but the chivalrous part of me was fine with it being the former. Nothing wrong with scoring some brownie points with your new playmate. I mean, she had let me cum on her face while her friend fucked her with a dildo. She had jerked me off onto Jenny’s twat and let me record her licking it clean – that was enough to earn a solid favour, right?

Me: omw

Kara: My hero xo. I’ll make it worth your while.

I liked the sound of that – a lot. I headed across the open expanse of grass towards the facilities building. The basketball court was right in front of the building and I took a quick glance at the young men playing under the lights as I passed by, undeterred by the cool night temperature. Something occurred to me as I got to the building.

Me: Hey, I can’t go into the women’s washroom…

Kara: I’m in the men’s. Second stall. I don’t think there’s anyone else in here.

The plot thickened. I didn’t reply as I entered the men’s room. The place was empty, but the door on the second stall was closed.

“Kara?”

“Will, thank god. I need you to lock the door.”

“Umm, OK.” I turned the latch on the inside of the door. Seconds later, the stall door opened and Kara stepped out. My heart skipped when I saw that she was naked save for some running shoes. Her phone was in her hand. She didn’t say a word, looking at me shyly. I couldn’t help but notice that her nipples were erect – my cock was following suit.


I chuckled and said “well, I’m sure there’s a story here.”

She blushed and laughed back. “There is, there is.”

“Well, I don’t mind saying that I feel a little honoured that you called me instead of Jenny. Unless this is another setup? Not that I’d mind.”

“Hah, no – this is a legit call for help. And, full disclosure, I would’ve called Jenny first but she’s out of town. Thanks for being so cool about this, though. I’m kind of embarrassed right now to be honest.”

I was surprised to hear that. “Embarrassed? Why? Based on our last few times together, I’d have said that you’re pretty, um… open about things.”

“I am. But I was in control of those situations. This one has been thrust upon me. I’m kinda mad at myself for chickening out.”

“Chickening out?”

She blushed. A woman who’d masturbated in a coffee shop washroom, who’d come to Orgasm while seated in a restaurant, who’d made a display of having her Pussy shaved by her friend… was blushing.

“OK. Well. I’ve been doing this thing where I sit out here at night and get myself off.” Whoa. Risky. Maybe even flat-out dangerous? Masturbating while naked in a public park – even under cover of darkness – was a long way from getting off in a coffee shop bathroom with the door locked.

“Has anyone ever seen you?”

“No. I was kinda hoping that someone would watch me sometime though. No one can really see me that well when it starts getting dark out so it’s kinda sexy, y’know? I’m hidden, but not so much that you couldn’t tell what I’m doing if you took a good look. Plus I can pull my dress down if I need to cover up quickly.”

“I can’t help but notice that you’re not actually wearing a dress at the moment.”

She ignored my attempt at humour. “I felt like I needed a little more tonight. I wanted to push my boundaries so I took my dress right off. You’ve motivated me to try new things.”

I’ve motivated her? But she was the one running things so far! She’d initiated and controlled every one of our encounters. The coffee shop, the restaurant, the spa – I’d been put up to these things by her. Maybe she was getting more out of this than I thought. Was it possible that having me as a new, willing playmate was pushing her to new heights (or depths, depending on your perspective)? As surprised as I was, I kept a poker face.

Kara continued. “Sitting there fully naked had me so turned on that I lost myself in the moment. When I heard all these dudes coming toward the basketball court, I panicked. I forgot about my dress and ran. I’d be cool with showing off for one guy – I could handle one guy if he got pushy or whatever. But I’m not up for fending off a group. So here we are.”

She shrugged nonchalantly, as if this were just your garden-variety mishap.

“At least you remembered your phone,” I said.

“Thank god. It was already in my hand when I bolted. I was making a video.” She was looking at me with a bit of a smirk now. Guess she’d gotten over her embarrassment. “Wanna see?”

“Show me.”

“Come over here and watch.” She beckoned me with a wagging finger. I stood behind her to look over her shoulder. Kara held up her phone and tapped the screen. Her Pussy appeared, spread wide and lit by the faintest glow from the lights that dotted the park. Two fingers entered the frame, sliding over her lips before pushing inside. I pressed gently into her naked body, hoping that she could feel my cock bulging through my jeans. When she pressed her Ass back against me, I knew that she could. Emboldened, I wrapped an arm around her and gently let my fingertips play over her belly. Kara’s breathing was becoming heavier. The video was brief. When it ended, Kara spoke first. “Can I tell you a secret, Will?”

“Of course.”

Kara turned to face me and said, “I’m still wet”. She put her phone down on the counter, moved her hand between her legs and swiped a finger between her Pussy lips. She held it out to me to show me her wetness. “See?” She lifted her finger to her lips to taste herself. Before her hand could reach its mark, I reached out and grabbed her wrist. I looked into her eyes – they were on fire, blazing into me. I pulled her hand toward me and sucked her finger, tasting the proof of her arousal.

“Mmm, I like that, Will. Taking what you want from me.”

“I thought you liked being in control,” I responded playfully.

“I like giving up control when it’s my choice. That’s a type of control of its own, isn’t it?”

“I suppose it is.”

“I’d bet you like to take control sometimes. Don’t you Will?”

“And I’d bet you’d Love to have shown your Pussy to that whole group of guys if you knew you were safe.”

She blushed again. I was getting under her skin.

“Maybe.”

“Your dress still on the bench?”

“Jesus, I hope so.”

I took my hoodie off and handed it to her. “Cover up with this and hide out in the stall again. I’ll be quick. I doubt anyone will come in but at least you’ll be covered up just in case.”

“My hero,” she said. She blew me a kiss – now I was the one who was blushing. “Shit. My purse is out there too.”

“I’m on it.”

She zipped up the hoodie and turned towards the stall. It hung just past her thighs, but it was clear she was nude beneath it. I liked the look – there was something erotic about seeing her barely-covered. I unlocked the door and made a beeline for the bench. It wasn’t far from the building at all and I covered the distance quickly. Sure enough, Kara’s sundress was sitting there in a bunch atop her purse. I loosely covered the purse with the dress and held both tight to my side as I strode back into the washroom. A couple of the guys from the basketball court looked my way – I’m sure I looked sketchy as hell, going in-and-out of the washroom. They probably figured it was a drug deal or Grindr hookup.

Once back inside, I locked the door. “Your conquering hero has returned.” Kara emerged once again. I held up the dress. “Trade ya for my hoodie?”

“Deal.” She unzipped the hoodie and handed it back to me. I offered the dress. As she reached for it, I yanked it away.

Kara tilted her head and arched an eyebrow. Cute. I didn’t know she could that adorable one-eyebrow thing. I knew that I held all of the cards (or clothes, I guess) and she had all but told me that was up for giving up control to me. I put my hoodie and her purse on the counter and held up the dress in front of her. I was thankful for the flimsy material of her dress as I ripped off a long strip from around the hem. Kara gasped. I kept the strip in one hand and tossed the dress aside. “Turn around.”

She did. I wrapped the strip around her head and fastened it at the back, covering her eyes “Can you see?”

“Not really.”

“Am I making you nervous?” I wanted to push things forward but not at the expense of blowing it up altogether. I wanted her to enjoy this.

“Kind of. But in a good way. I like it. Keep going if you want.”

I wanted.

I placed my hands gently on her shoulders and turned her toward me. I stepped to the door and unlocked it. The latch clicked loudly as it released. Kara jolted at the sound.

“Do you want those men to see you like this?”

She said nothing. I persisted.

“Do you want them to see you fully-exposed? Blindfolded? Helpless?”

Silence still. But I knew the answer.

I took her hand and guided her towards the door. The cool night air slipped in as I opened it slowly. Its effects on Kara’s exposed skin were obvious – her nipples tightened up and she was covered in goosebumps.

“Will. Wait.” I let the door swing close. “Just touch me for a sec. Please, I need it.” A desperate, pleading look had crept onto her face.

“Should I lock the door again?”

Kara looked at me. Her silence told me she was debating her answer. Being naked outside, shielded by the dark of the night and with your clothes at the ready – that was one thing. Being naked in a public washroom while a man pleasures you – that was something else altogether.

Finally, a small voice.

“No.”

I knew this was a risk for me too. Getting caught in here could be trouble for both of us, but I was confident that no one would walk in here. And if anyone did, it would be another guy. And I doubted that another guy would rat us out. So, a risk… but worth it. I turned to her and slid my hands down her sides. I let my left slip around her back and come to rest on the small of her back. My right slid across her belly. I detoured briefly to tweak a nipple, eliciting a giggle. Moving back down, I ran my fingers over her mons. Kara moved her legs apart slightly and I dragged a finger gently along her slightly-parted lips.

This was new. Our previous encounters had been red-Hot but I’d not touched her as intimately as I was now. Feeling her under my fingers fuelled my own desire and my dick was pressing insistently against my jeans. I slid along her lips, drawing low moans. The blindfold added an unexpected element of eroticism – she was putting a lot of trust in me at this moment. I pressed my middle finger against her opening. As I was about to finally slide into her… she suddenly pulled away. Taking a step backwards, Kara removed the blindfold. I was confused, and concerned that she’d changed her mind.

I shouldn’t have worried.

She spread the hoodie across the counter and hopped up. She leaned back, supporting herself with her hands, and pulled her feet up on the counter. She was spread wide in front of me. I could see her wetness trickling down. There would be no quick covering up if someone walked in – she was fully on display for anyone to see.

I stepped in front of her and eased my finger into her. Her Pussy felt amazing. So wet. So warm. So willing. I beckoned inside her, hoping to brush against her g-spot. Kara hissed something incomprehensible. I soon switched my tactic and began a proper finger-fucking as she whimpered. I could feel her heat rising. This position – her knees bent and spread – was perfect. I was able to push deeply into her. I added a second finger, gradually increasing the speed and intensity with which I was driving into her. I loved watching her face, seeing the evidence of the pleasure I was giving her.

Kara’s eyes were shut tight so she didn’t see it coming when I leaned in and took her left nipple between my teeth, gently pulling and twisting. Her eyes flew open and she shrieked and laughed.

“Oh, you naughty boy. Caught me off-guard!”

“My plan exactly.”

She balanced her weight on one hand now, moving the other around to work her clit while I continued driving my fingers. Soon, a flush overtook her body and I knew she was about to come. Right when I felt she was about to hit her climax, she reached out and pushed me away.

I looked at her inquisitively. Saying nothing, she grinned and slid down from the counter. She grabbed my hoodie and threw it on the ground in front of me.

“Don’t you worry – you make me feel good, and I’ll get mine later. But for now… take your dick out.”

I was stunned into inaction. Kara moved her hand between her legs and idly petted her Pussy while looking at me intently.

“Take your dick out. I see how hard you are.”

She glanced down at my crotch, where my cock was visibly trying to burst through the fabric. I snapped back to reality and pushed my jeans to the floor. My boxers barely contained me.

In a sing-song tone, Kara said “almost there.” And then she dropped to her knees in front of me. “Let me help.” She tugged at the waistband, watching it strain as it slid over my erect member. Soon, it was exposed and pointing at her face. She looked up at me with a smirk and wrapped her fingers loosely around my shaft.

“Well, I’d say it worked out in our favour that Jenny’s out of town,” she said.

“That makes two of us.”

She laughed and began gently stroking me.

“Speaking of Jenny… did you like Cumming on her little Pussy?”

I was beginning to lose my words as Kara’s hand worked my dick. I nodded and grunted my agreement. “I know she liked it too, Will. She told me she watches the video you took.” Images of Jenny plunging her fingers into her wet twat while watching me cum flooded my mind. I groaned as Kara tightened her grip. “And did you like Cumming on my face?”

“Yeah.” Wow, I’d managed a whole word.

“Oh good, so did I. The pictures you took are Hot. I like seeing my face with your cum all over it.”

Kara put her idle left hand to use, moving up to delicately trace along my balls with her fingernails. I shuddered. She giggled and said “seems like someone likes that. Tell me if you like this next thing.” At that, she extended her tongue and licked along the underside of my shaft. I liked it – a lot. She continued licking, letting her tongue work its way around until my cock was shining. Kara looked up at me from on her knees. It was a sight that years of Porn had trained me to find extraordinarily fucking Hot – and she knew it.

She resumed stroking and asked “do you think I can make you cum on my face again? Or was that just a one-time thing?” What a little tease. She knew the answer but wanted to hear me say it.

“Uh-huh.”

“Uh-huh? What does that mean?” Her voice had taken on a playful, teasing tone.

“You can make me cum on your face.”

“Mmm, I’ll bet that I can.”

Kara gave me another long lick and then took me between her lips. Her first movement was patient and deliberate. She took her time guiding me deep into her mouth before pulling back ever-so-slowly. She repeated the movement, but a little faster this time. Again and again she worked along my shaft, increasing her speed.

My eyes were closed as I lost myself in the feeling. Hearing her moan snapped me back to attention and I looked down to see that she was masturbating while she sucked my cock. Each time she moaned, a gentle vibration radiated along my shaft – and when she started swirling her tongue around me while she sucked, it was almost too much to take.

Kara had skills, and the wait to get to experience them had proved to be worth it. I focused on the sensation, each movement she made firing pleasure straight to my brain. She stopped bobbing on my cock and looked up at me. The sight of her looking up at me, doe-eyed and with my hard dick between her lips was being burned into my memory. She slid off of me, but quickly replaced her mouth with her right hand.

“You’re loving this, aren’t you?” she asked.

“Mm-hmm.”

“Look how wet I am.” She loved showing me that she was turned on. She pulled her left hand from between her legs and displayed two glistening fingers while she continued working my dick with her right. I could feel a familiar sensation rising in my balls. I was almost there.

“I’m close.”

Kara increased her speed and winked at me. “Cover me, Will.”

I groaned loud and long as I came. Kara held my cock, aiming it to ensure that no shots went where they weren’t intended to land: on her face. She wanted all of it, and I made sure she got it. Cum laced across her nose and lips before she turned one cheek and then the other into the path of my ropes. As my Orgasm subsided, she wiped a shot off of her closed eye and giggled.