#2 Park Whore

I was at the park today writing my next erotica [Galaxy Whore, stay tuned] when a woman I had had my eye on for the last fifteen minutes approached me from the playground. She was a mother of three from what I picked up during my stalkerish observation and was at least 28 years old. Is that cougar-qualifying or is a milf just a milf on such a sunny day in California?

It doesn't fucking matter, because she walked up to me wearing nothing but leggings and an oversized flannel [which was probably her ex's, no ring] with the top three buttons undone. Not two, three. Underneath was a fine curve of a upper-tanned breasts that would suffocate me in pleasure and a black lace bra to cover the lower half.

She smiled and spoke with a Mexican accent, "A beautiful day isn't it?"

I looked up through my sunglasses, which thank fucking heavens I was wearing and eyeballed her massive cleavage before answering. And lucky for me, the words came faster than the cleavage spilling out of her shirt.

I smiled back and said, "Oh yeah, it is." Sly me.

I knew when I saw her heading towards me from fifteen feet away that I was looking forward to any and all types of conversation with this woman, but I wasn't sure what she was looking for from me at this moment. Did I steal her seat? Was I making her uncomfortable being so random and so close to kids, or was I just young and handsome and she wanted a piece as most do in occasions like this?

I just nodded towards the playground with a smile and said, "They can't all be yours. You're too young."

She laughed at my assumption loud enough to make me feel satisfied with my game, "Yuppp, all three!"

I laughed half as loud, "Liessss. You're far too young to be the mother of the oldest one and in way too good of shape to be the mother of the youngest."

She rolled her eyes behind her sunglasses with a smirk and giggled, "Mind if I sit?"

What on Earth, did she want to have a council meeting or was she trying to get fucked right here on this bench?! Either way, close your eyes children!

I could hear her children calling, but at this point from a lower angle her breasts were falling out onto my fucking lap and I was hoping to the very Gods that my transitions were dark tinted at this moment.

But fuck it, she knew why she was here and she knew why she wore that shirt.

Just then, I saw her take a peak at my screen and I instantly remembered that it was currently imaging a fullscreen photo of my raging boner as I typed on an overlay in front of the image [check out my work and you'll know what I mean aka buy a book my sexy fuckers!!!]

She looked and the smile on her face grew from ear to ear and she shuffled around dangerously for a moment before getting rid of all the obvious questions running through her mind. But there I sat, torn between my desire and my respect, but as per usual, my desire won in times like this.

"It's a gorgeous park and far too gorgeous of a day for a woman as gorgeous as you to be boring yourself around me."

She stared me down with a fierce cougar gaze, piercing my crotch through her aviators.

"Not bored at all honey, not by you handsome. Do you come her frequent?

"Yeah, I have a dog I bring here most of the time, but my hours are strange so it depends on the day and the time that I show up. What about you?"

"I come often, gotta give the girls some playtime. But sometimes I come by myself, because mommy needs her playtime too."

ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!? DID SHE JUST?!? DID SHE MEAN SOMETHING ELSE??? NOPE, SHE FUCKING JUST SAID THAT!!!

I picked up her sly the XRETNA way.

"Well I haven't seen you come yet and I wouldn't be disappointed to see you again. Are you from around here?"

She spoke softly, "Yes, just around the corner. And you?"

"Same, near the high school."

I could hear one of her kids screaming at the others as they shoved her to the edge of the slide.

She looked up and yelled to the playground, "Morgan, push her off and I'm pushing you off next!"

My kind of woman, tough as tits.

She stood up with a smile and grabbed my phone off the table without asking, typed in a few numbers, pressed call and let it ring a few times before hanging it up.

She set it back down on the table, leaned in close and tapped my computer screen with her long acrylic nails and whispered, "Now you have my number, so I'll come next time you come if you send me this tonight."

Then she turned around and walked away, her ass jiggling through her leggings.

And now I'm sitting here, cock as hard as a brick, with her number in my phone and nothing to do tonight, should I call....