Writing Exercise: People in a Park

[EmilyMiller]

It was hot, mid-nineties. Too hot to do anything but sunbathe. And, even with my complexion, that’s what I did. I placed full faith in my SPF 50 and rather less than complete assurance in my ability to pull off the string bikini I’d bought. Why had I thought this was a good idea? String bikinis were for curvy girls, pretty girls, confident girls. I was none of those things.

Still, it was a nice day. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad. I entered the park, sandaled, floppy hat on head, tote bag slung over my shoulder. My dress was pale yellow, with eyelets in pretty patterns, and floated as I walked.

I raised my sunglasses - new Maui Jims with prescription lenses - and tried to find a spot on the grass. Not too close to others, not next to a path. Many people had had the same idea, but eventually I made my selection.

I placed my blanket on the ground, weighting the corners with my bag, my Stanley, and my two shoes. There was hardly a breeze, but my ritual was still mandatory.

Looking nervously around, I put my hat and glasses on the grass and grabbed the hem of my dress. As I pulled it up and over my head, I felt a sudden chill, though the sun was still blazing.

Quickly, I replaced my glasses and lay down. On my stomach was best. It wasn’t like my meager breasts made that position uncomfortable, and it showed off the least awful part of my anatomy. Even I couldn’t criticize my butt too much, a sole exception to my general scrawniness.

I lay there, eyes closed, wondering what was worse, being checked out or not being checked out, when I became aware of a shadow falling over me. Glancing up, I saw a large figure, backlit by the sun. It looked like a magical aura was surrounding him.

He stooped, and a hand caressed my naked ass-cheek. Then a voice was whispering low in my ear, making me tingle. “That group of trees looks private.”

I raised myself and shaded my eyes, looking in the direction he had indicated. “Meet me there in five,” were his last words before he walked off.

As if under some kind of hypnosis, I got up, debated whether to throw my dress back on, and decided against it. Instead, I took a gulp of water from my Stanley, and a smaller blanket from my bag. With another look around me, I headed for the shade. If any eyes followed my minimally clothed and skinny body, I was too focused on my destination to notice.

As I walked, my heart began to pound, and not due to any lack of fitness, I was in great shape. And yet my breathing also became labored. Perhaps it was simply the sun that was making my cheeks feel so hot.

I stepped into the shadows with a final guilty glance around. There he was, the dappled light falling on his substantial form. Even in the semi-darkness, I could see he was ready for me.

I placed my small blanket on the ground in front of him and knelt on it. Looking up, I opened my mouth. He stroked my cheek, and I nuzzled against his palm.

“You look amazing,” he began. “Sorry I kept you waiting, the meeting ran over. You know how Robert loves to go on and on. And… to make matters worse, my mother called to say she would stop by this evening.”

“Let’s make it quick then. I can do that,” I grinned, taking his sweetly familiar hardness into my oh so willing softness.

[sorry it’s ~ 500 words ]

This begat a 1,800 word short story

https://www.literotica.com/s/the-first-hot-day