The corner is hidden and nicely tucked away from the casual passerby. Laying the blanket down, she turns to the man behind her and smiles. No ordinary smile this one, but one borne of fantasy, of fancy, and of desire.
"Sit down," Sam commands, putting her hand on Jack's shoulders and pushing down, forcing him to sit on the criss-cross pattern. Warily, he does as bade, while she places herself on her knees, behind and to his right, bending enough to reach for him.
Her hand nearly makes it to its intended target before it's jerked away. �Oh, would you stop being such a wimp and just let me do it? After all, you did lose the bet. Time to pay up, General.�
�That�s retired General and as I recall, being in a dark corner of a park late at night was never part of it.�
�Was too.�
�No, it wasn�t.�
�Oh, yes, it was.� Grabbing his pants Sam manages to pull down his zipper a few notches before he ducks out of her reach. She groans. �You weren�t this opposed to the idea back at the house.�
�That was back at the house. And when you said in public I didn�t think you meant in public public.�
�Oh, quit your whining and get it back here. Don�t make me come over there and get it.�
�How about double or nothing?�
�Isn�t that what started this in the first place? Now get over here.� Sam hooks her finger into his belt loop and pulls. Before he has time to react her mouth is on his earlobe and her right hand on his crotch. As she massages him through the fabric, his protest dies in his throat and is replaced by a low growl. Thrusting slightly, his hips twist towards her, up and into her hand.
She smiles against his ear. �Oh, yeah, there�s my Jack.�
�Don�t you dare start talking to it,� Jack grinds out in-between soft gasps.
She doesn�t laugh, increasing the pressure and pulling down his zipper just enough to squeeze her hand through. �Stop. Talking.�
He nods as her hand closes around his erection and pulls it out. "Better access,� Sam says as he jumps at the unexpected action.
�Just hurry up, damn it.� Even in the dark Sam can see him, the way his eyes are closed so tight, the way his mouth is set inwards, as if he�s holding them inbetween his teeth to stop any sound from escaping.
�What did I tell you about talking?� Rising on her knees slightly Sam�s lips skim his cheek and stop when her mouth meets his. �Just relax.�
�You�re kidding, right? How can I possibly relax when you�re doing that heeeeerrrree?� He starts as she swirls her hand around the head of his cock. �Holy crap!�
His arms are straight and tense and if she moves forward just enough she can rub herself along his forearm with just enough friction to make a difference. His arms are on either side, bracing his upper body while Sam does wonderful things to his lower half.
�Bend your arms a little,� she commands as her hand continues to stroke him.
�Whaa?� She grabs him by the bend in his elbow and gently pulls, forcing it to jut out slightly. Taking advantage of the available joint, she positions herself so she can press intimately into him and enjoy the sensations of this new position. As the advantages of this new position seem to dawn on him he lifts his head and her mouth descends on his. She can feel the beginnings of orgasm and pushes her lower body even harder into him, trying to be quiet, to be invisible to anyone who may see.
Too late. �Hey! You need any help?�
It takes a few moments for their passion-clogged brains to react to the presence of another. Sam can feel his muscles tense, like Jack's about to bolt, but he�s kept in place by her grip on his left shoulder.
�No!� she manages to croak out, trying to sound anything but aroused. �He just has a slight muscle strain. Nothing that can�t be fixed with a little massage and some light stretching.�
�That�s an unusual place for a strain.� There�s a sympathetic tone to the stranger�s voice.
�Yeah, it�s amazing what muscles can get strained if you twist them just right.� Sam squeezes just a little to keep Jack still.
�Okay, well good luck. I hope you feel better!� And with that the stranger is gone.
Despite the interruption, Jack is still hard and hot in her hand, maybe even a little harder than before. She continues on the downstoke and once again he�s gasping for air. To make sure there's no more chance of interruption, Sam speeds up her stokes and before long his hips are straining. His breathing alternates between grunts and gasps, sharp intakes and harsh groans, edging towards completion.
Her forearms burn with the effort but she continues. Her endurance is impressive and she knows he�s desperate for release. Faintly aware that he�s about to come all over her hand she sees him tear at the buttons of his shirt, ripping at them without regard.
She�s pushing against his elbow so hard she might bruise it and he can hear her muffled cries above him. Sam understands that Jack wants to twist his body, bring her onto his lap and drive into her until he�s aware of nothing more than just the two of them. Sam knows he can wait though, wait until they get home and can do this properly, and more importantly, privately.
She comes first, her body stiffening as waves upon waves of pleasure course through her, centering at her core and spreading outward. He waits, and she�s thankful that she remained in control enough so that she didn�t clamp down on him. She moves away from his arm and grabs his hair with her left hand, titling his head back, exposing his neck so she can suck on the heated skin.
Once more she resumes her movements and soon she feels him begin to shake as the start of his own orgasm builds. Sam increases her movements, and with a final shove into her hand he comes, gritting his teeth and jerking back and forth until there is nothing left.
�Oh my God!� he whispers. She can only nod meekly in agreement.
�C�mon, let�s go home.� Sam says as she releases him, dipping down and grabbing the small towel they brought along. Jack cleans himself off, covering him and zips up, taking her outstretched hand and hoisting himself up.
They look at each other for a moment. Finally he speaks, �I�m never betting you again, especially for sexual favors.�
Sam smiles, kissing him lightly on the lips and without a word takes his hand and leads him to the car.
Off in the distance a lone person turns and continues her jog home.