Your cock is beautiful – 44

She laughed at that, and so did I. I lay together, her naked and me with my jeans around my knees, and just laughed at the situation we were in.

Before too long I managed to untangle myself from her and get to the floor without hurting anybody.

I dressed myself, then held my hand out to her. I helped her sit up, but she didn’t stand right away. She looked incredible, and I suddenly got the urge to take a picture. But it wouldn’t have worked if I had, the moment would be ruined if there was a lens between us right now.

She looked so happy, so relaxed. So full of love. So understanding of the bizarre situation she was in, and completely accepting of it. I looked into her eyes, knowing I’d probably remember this little walk in the park for the rest of my life.

I blinked and the feeling vanished. I smiled.

“Let’s get you dressed, sweetheart.” I said.

The first step was to deal with the mess we’d made of her inner thighs, the mixture of our sexual juices, some of which had already started to dry.

I ran some toilet paper under the cold water and gently wiped her clean, even lightly running it over her swollen pussy, making her gasp and giggle.

We didn’t speak as I helped her step into her panties, or her skirt. I slipped her bra on and again used the mirror to help me work out how the strap fastened, which I hope she didn’t notice.

I leaned back to check if the bra was on properly, which it seemed to be, and I noticed something on her skin. A dark bruise had started to form where I’d been grabbing on to her.

I ran my finger along it, and she looked down. She saw it, and stroked it with her fingers. I put my hand over it, fascinated with how it almost perfectly fit the shape of my hand.

For a second I was worried, but she just smiled at me.

She raised her arms as I pulled her t-shirt out of the bag, and I slid it on to her.

She stood for this, and faced the mirrors. I put it on the same way I’d taken it off, standing behind her and gently kissing her neck.

I left it open, and met her eye in our reflections. She turned quickly and kissed me, not seeming to care if I tried to stop her.

We stood for a few minutes, just quietly kissing and holding each other.

Eventually I took her hand and led her outside again, slowly walking back to where we’d parked. She still didn’t speak, and I didn’t want to break this silence. I held her hand, and she leaned on my shoulder.

As we walked to the cars, I didn’t want to leave just yet. I sat down on the bench, and she sat next to me.

Without saying a word she put her legs over mine and curled up in my lap, kissing my cheek once before burying her head into my chest.

I held her for a long time, not caring when I felt her fall asleep.

After… Probably too long, I felt my own eyes start to droop. I shook my head and sat up. There was no way I was going to fall asleep on a park bench.

I tried to wake Mia a few times, but eventually figured it wasn’t going to happen. She was basically passed out, not really surprising after all the excitement tonight.

With a strange certainty I reached into my bag and fished out her hoody, reaching into the pocket to find her car keys. I wasn’t sure if I’d known they were there before, but it made sense.

I pulled her off me and left her asleep on the bench for a second, getting up to open her car passenger seat.

I got back to her and picked her up, thinking I would just carry her over to it. I immediately regretted my decision.

Mia was in fantastic shape, but she was also tall, athletic, stacked, and by this point completely dead weight. Add that to my completely average strength, and it’s a wonder I managed to get her into the car without dropping her or falling on my ass.