Erotic Stories #5: The Bench Where It Began

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The Bench Where It Began

It was a hot summer day.

She sat on the park bench, her feet dangling slightly above the ground. Her short skirt brushed her thighs, and her legs—smooth, golden, sun-kissed—stretched out in front of her. She wore simple sandals and a loose, airy shirt that billowed softly in the breeze. Occasionally, she lifted it slightly, fanning herself.

Her long brown hair tumbled in soft waves down her back, catching the light. Deep blue eyes shimmered in the sun—eyes that held something behind them. Something sad.

She looked like a goddess—like someone pulled out of a painting. Full breasts. Curves that hinted at warmth and invitation. Hips that swayed when she walked. Long legs ending in delicate feet, her toenails painted a soft, flirty shade of pink.

But she wasn’t perfect. A small scar marked her left cheek—a faded remnant of childhood mischief and clumsy luck. And behind all that beauty, behind the soft curves and smooth skin, she carried a secret.

She was lonely.

Not for attention—people looked at her everywhere she went—but for connection. For someone who would actually see her, not just what she looked like. Someone who could touch more than her skin.

With a small sigh, she stood, brushing off her skirt. She didn’t know where she was going—only that she couldn’t sit there anymore.

She followed a path that curved out of the park. As she walked, her eyes landed on a man sitting alone on a bench. He had a book in his hand, head bowed, totally absorbed.

She paused. Something about him made her stop.

He looked up… and smiled.

“Hello,” he said. “My name’s Jack.”

She smiled back, heart fluttering unexpectedly. “Melissa,” she replied. “Nice to meet you.”

They started talking. Casual at first. About the day. Then deeper. About life. Dreams. Memories. Jack listened with attention, nodding, eyes never leaving hers.

“You seem like a nice guy,” she said after a while. “Want to go for a walk with me?”

“I’d love to,” he said with a smile that crinkled at the corners.

They strolled through the park, falling into step with each other. They laughed. Shared secrets. She felt her guard falling in a way she hadn’t let it in years.

Eventually, Jack pointed to a bench near a quiet spot under the trees.

“Wanna sit?” he asked.

She hesitated. Then nodded.

They sat close, and the conversation slowed. She felt the warmth of his arm as it slipped gently around her shoulders. Her heart pounded.

“It’s beautiful here, isn’t it?” he asked, glancing at the trees above them.

“Yeah,” she said softly. “Like a little piece of heaven.”

He leaned in.

Their lips met, soft at first. Then hungry.

Her breath hitched as his tongue found hers. His hand slid to the back of her neck, pulling her deeper into the kiss. She moaned softly and melted into it. His other hand found her waist, gripping her gently. She could feel him—hard—pressing against her leg.

“I want you, Melissa,” he whispered, his breath hot against her ear. “I want you so much.”

And she realized—she wanted him too. More than anything.

She nodded, unable to speak, and leaned into him again.

This time, his hands roamed with urgency. He kissed her neck and then down to her collarbone. She gasped as his mouth found her breasts, sucking gently through the fabric. Her nipples hardened instantly.

His hand slid up her thigh, fingers brushing beneath her skirt. She was wet—aching for him—and he knew it.

Jack stood, took her hand, and pulled her up.

Without a word, he turned her toward a nearby tree. She let him guide her, heart racing.

He pushed her gently against the trunk, his mouth claiming hers again, harder this time. His hands were everywhere—on her waist, her ass, and her thighs. She felt his cock grinding against her backside, straining against his zipper.

She reached down, unzipped his pants, and pulled him free.

He was thick, hard, and pulsing with need.

She dropped to her knees on the grass and took him into her mouth. Slowly at first—then deeper. Her tongue swirled, her lips tight, and her eyes were on his. She loved the way he gasped, the way his hands tangled in her hair.

He was close.

But before he could finish, she stood, turned around, and bent over—hands on the tree, legs spread, skirt lifted.

She looked back over her shoulder. “Take me.”

Jack didn’t need to be told twice.

He stepped up behind her and slid his cock into her soaked pussy in one hard thrust.

She cried out, gripping the bark. He filled her completely, each thrust deep and unrelenting. He held her hips tight, driving into her with a rhythm that sent her spiraling.

Her orgasm built fast—tight, electric, unstoppable.

“Jack… fuck… I’m gonna cum,” she gasped.

And then she did—hard—legs trembling, pussy clenching around him.

Jack groaned as he came right after, hot and thick, deep inside her.

They collapsed to the ground together, breathless. Sweat shimmered on their skin.

“Wow,” she murmured. “That was… amazing.”

“Yeah,” he replied, still panting. “Glad you enjoyed it.”

They lay in the shade, holding each other, the air thick with heat and something more.

Eventually, she sat up and started getting dressed.

“I really need to go,” she said.

He nodded. “Yeah. Gotta get back to work.”

She looked at him, lips curving into a slow smile. “I’m glad we did this. It was fun.”

“Me too,” he said, watching her move, memorizing her.

She paused, then asked, “Do you think… we could do this again sometime?”

He grinned. “I hope so.”

They kissed once more, slow and deep.

Then she stood, brushed herself off, and walked away, disappearing down the path.

Jack watched her go—satisfied, curious, and quietly hoping it wouldn’t be the last time.

~ x ~

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