It started on the park bench.
We talked, we kissed, and we gawked at the people walking by. At first, we were overtaken by nostalgia. It had been too long since we'd been there. Since we saw one another. Since we visited that park. And since we sat on the bench, where we first kissed three years earlier.
"Put your sweater on your lap," I whispered, kissing her neck playfully so as not to draw too much attention. She raised an eyebrow but did it anyway, and I moved my hand to her knee beneath the lightweight silk.
"We have nowhere to go today, don't get me worked up."
"When has that stopped us before?" I asked, moving my hand higher. "Besides, it's been a very long time since I touched you."
"Don't remind me," she sighed as I found the inside of her supple thigh with the edge of my hand. When I slipped a finger beneath the elastic, she stared at me, and when I turned my body, the sweater covering our play, she bit her lip. I touched her slowly, toying with her as she parted her legs, giving me access to her body as she had done so many times before.
And then, right behind us, the music began, kids screamed, someone flipped a skateboard, and everything changed.
A half-hour later, we found a spot on a quiet street to have a drink, and we slipped into the corner seat in the shadows as we waited for our cocktails.
"I'm still wet," she whispered as she touched my knee. "It's not fair that I should be like this while you're a normal person."
"I'm completely turned on," I said defensively as she grazed my cock through my pants. Just as the waiter put our drinks down, she leaned in, covering our laps with a napkin, and pressed against me while looking up and saying thank you.
I moaned quietly as she rubbed me gently; she ignored her gesture completely as we sipped our martinis.
"What a beautiful day," she said as I grew harder beneath her deft fingers. "It's too bad we have nowhere to go."
"You're going to make me reckless," I said, leaning back as she reached through my fly to touch my aching cock.
"I like you reckless," she said as she squeezed me tighter. "Besides, after what you did in the park, it's only fair. Now be nice and tell me how badly you want me."
"I want to fuck you so badly I can't think straight."
"Maybe it's the martini."
"Maybe it's your hand on me," I whispered as another couple glared at us. "I would do terrible things to you right now if we were alone. Hold you down. Bite your neck. Torture your nipples until you screamed. Fuck you hard and deep with one hand around your neck."
"You're such a tease," she whispered as the waiter glanced at us and shook his head.
"Not if I follow through," I said, unaware that we were seconds away from being asked to leave. She managed to extract her hand before we were too awkwardly interrupted, but the damage had been done. Someone was uncomfortable and could you please finish your drinks and go somewhere… more private?
The streets were busy, which only made it worse. I pushed her into a doorway and kissed her until two teenagers told us to fuck while they watched. She wiggled out of her underwear as we sat on a stoop, but the dirty looks from the tourists drove us on.
For a glorious thirty-seven seconds, she took me into her mouth at the bottom of a set of stairs in front of a brownstone; until a rat rushed by, and I jumped.
As our vision narrowed and our focus grew more precise and more desperate, terrible ideas began to sound reasonable. An elevator to the subway? It might work. The bathroom of Starbucks? It's not hot, but did it matter? An uber if we offered a large enough tip? How much was enough?
With her hand in mine, we lew down streets and around corners. Behind an unfished wall of scaffolding, we managed to fuck for a painfully short amount of time before being interrupted. But those few seconds of being inside her, or feeling her around me, were heaven.
"God, I can't stand this," she said, leaning against a building. The stores behind us were closed, shut down some months before, and the street was quiet.
Just not quite enough.
"Maybe we should give up," I said.
"You'd end up getting arrested for jerking off on the train."
"You'd get seriously harassed by your cab driver."
"Why doesn't New York have real alleys?"
We leaned against one another, our hearts still racing and our bodies aching with want and need. I couldn't remember the last time I had been so clouded by lust, and I let it sink into me.
She clenched her thighs as she gripped my shoulder, and I felt her shiver ever so slightly. My cock twitched beneath my jeans, and I wondered for a moment if I could come just by thinking.
"Tell me you want me," she whispered. "Tell me you'd come in me, even though it's not allowed."
"In a second. And as many times as you'd let me."
She crossed her legs tightly as I leaned in closer. When I turned my body, she brushed her hand against me ever so subtly and lowered her head. I wrapped one arm around her as if she might be crying.
"I want to fuck you until you forget who you are, and then I'm going to do it again."
"I'll finger your ass when you're deepest inside me and beg you to pull out even though I know you won't."
"I'll choke you and whisper that you've been a disgusting little slut."
"I'll cry and tell you I fucked that guy you hate."
I felt her tremble as she slid against me, and I managed to work two fingers inside her from behind without being too obvious. Still wrapped in my arms, I felt her warm body against mine as everything conspired to destroy us.
"I'll tell you your sister is tighter."
"I'll tell you he fucked my ass."
"I'll say I can't remember your name."
"My pussy belongs to him now."
"You're not good enough to take my cum."
"I love you," she moaned as she clenched around my fingers and covered her face with her arm. I pulled her tighter to me as I felt myself also let go.
"I love you so much," I moaned, coming in my jeans as we huddled on a quiet street in Soho in the middle of a bright Saturday afternoon.
The only looks we received were ones of sympathy as I held her in my arms, real tears streaming down her cheeks. She touched my face and hair, and I smiled into her eyes.
"I still want you," she whispered.
"Me too," I said. "Maybe next time we should get a room."
"Or at least go out after dark."
I kissed her lips, and she held me by the shoulders. She bit my neck playfully, and I couldn't resist squeezing her ass.
"Get a fucking room, you perverts," someone yelled from across the street, and all we could do was laugh.
-gny
Brooklyn May 4th, 2021