autumn...

as the season changes i think more, so i decide
to go for a walk in the park. i get on the train and
ride on down the central park where my best thinking
is done. i get of at 60th and cross the street to
look into the mouth, i slowly begin my journey. the
leaves have begun to change and the breeze has
a slight chill to it. i have packed a small lunch,
blanket and of course my note book. as i stroll i see
people walking hand in hand, lovers nestled
togetherunder trees and on benches. i pass the
baseball fields taht have been well used with games
all summer long now quiet and empty. i continue on
and reach the fountain a few artist sit sketching all
they see.

still i walk on and come upon the open space that
when the air was moist with water, and the sun was
brilliant and bright hundreds of the city's finest
were out in droves, playing frisbee, tanning, volley
ball practice and more, now the field is a barred
plane of green grass with orange yellow and brown
leaves blowing atop it. i spot a large oak that will
be perfect for me to relax under while i eat and
write. i unfold my balnket and lay out my spread, a
small salad with grilled salmon, goat cheese and toast
points, a bottle of red wine, and fresh fruit with a
bit of sweetened cream.

i eat slowly, drink my wine and enjoy the autumn
sun and the smell of nature. i turn to lay down and
remember that i am wearing a skirt, and although there
is nobody for what seems like miles i make sure to
keep her covered as she is bare. i lay back
and begin to drift off, my mind wanders and suddenly
it is as if a feel a pair of hands running slowly up
my legs, massaging them, getting closer and closer.
they part my legs and begin to tickle the soft
flesh of my inner thighs, i shudder, she is
awakening the hands move closer and a finger barly
grazes her lip, i jump. the hand lightly, as if the
body that is connected to it knows that she wants more,
plays, feeling the mositure that is now running from with in.

a finger enters, then two slowly three working in and out, soft
moans erupt from my closed mouth. three? is that all
she can take? she is so wet that it seems anything could
slide in with ease. four, in and out in and out. the moans
become louder, faster my breathing becomes. with out
any futher contimplation the fifth and final digit enters.
i feel the left hand working my clit, it is an excited hard pearl,
the right hand pumping in and out slowly gaining even more
ground, when at last an orgasm explodes from within,
the hand is swallowed. the hand is now pumping and
turning and exploring the deepest parts of my cavern.
oragsm after orgasm rack my body, as my juices run
down the wrist of the unseen hand. "more, more, please
more don't stop!" i plead. hard longer strokes, i
writh and rock back and forth with the motion.

i try to sit up, but the left won't let me, insted i
am flipped onto my stomach the right still burried
inside, and now the left begining on my ass, the hole
lubed with the pussy juice that has been sliding down
it. one finger works its way in, fist still finding
ways to keep me shudddering, two in and out slowly as
my ass is new to this. a third slides in and i cry
out...