A day at the park

This one makes me very nervous. I'm such a fanboy of the person this is written for.

It's got elements of kink, but it's as power-exchange as I usually get. It's a nice gentle tale of two lovely ladies enjoying themselves. In other words: it's gay erotica. Speaking of which, the last time I really tried that, I got into an anthology of best gay erotica. Knowing that makes me want to say 'huh' to myself. I wonder what it says about me?

But anyway, it's not about me. It's about a nice, sunny day.

Day at the Park

Sarah buckled the gloves at the base of her hand, her wrist, and halfway up her forearm. She braided her hair into two loose tails, then wrapped a strip of leather at the bottom, linking the two together, giving her face a nice frame of gentle hair. She smiled at herself in the mirror and started buckling on the corset, pulling the soft leather tight around her.

She settled the leather bandolier across her shoulder, adjusting the way it hung, and then strapping the belt around her waist, locking it in place. She checked the pouch at her waist for the brass cuffs, then adjusted the other tools strapped in along the length of the bandolier.

“Ready for anything,” she said, smirking at herself in the mirror. Then she looked down. “Even still,” she said, “Pants would probably be good.”

She slid latex stockings up over her knees, snapping them against her thighs with a satisfying sound before pulling on a canvas skirt that barely covered enough to be considered decent. She sat down and pulled on soft leather boots, buckling straps up the sides until they hugged her legs. A bracer on her left wrist, a hat with goggles strapped around the band, and a lace and leather collar completed the outfit.

Sarah ran her hands down her body, then clicked the button on her hat, smiling as the ticking sound as the gears began turning against each other.

“Perfect,” she said to her reflection. She tapped the top of her hat, pushing it a bit tighter on her head, and headed out to the park.

Karen wasn't hard to find. She was lounging in the sun on a nice blanket, her victorian boots crossed at the ankles, her fingers twined together on her stomach inside their lace gloves. Her skirt was pleated, the little tie around her neck loose around the opened buttons of her blouse, with little strips of white shirt poking out from underneath the sweater vest.

Sarah approached quietly, taking in the beautiful sight and trying not to get into Karen's sun. She didn't want the girl to know she was there until it was too late. She opened the pouch at her side and slid her gloved hand inside, fingering the brass as she snuck forward, glad that the soft grass muffled her steps.

“It's not that you aren't sneaky,” Karen said, a soft smile still on her face. “I saw you pull up. Nice bike, by the way.”

Sarah stood up and tilted her head. She pouted a little bit and smirked as Karen's eyes fluttered open. “It runs well,” she said. “And I'm told that the back seat vibrates in a pretty special way when it really gets going.”

Karen smiled. “You may have to show me that some time.”

Sarah slid down onto the blanket, shoulder to shoulder, and looked up at the clear blue sky. “So is there a picnic to go with this blanket?”

“Were you thinking about food?”

“I was thinking about eating,” Sarah said.

Karen laughed. “What a charming single entendre,” she said.

Sarah rolled over, straddling Karen's waist. Karen looked up at her, then looked around. “Someone might see us,” she said.

Sarah shrugged, then bent forward, lips heading for Karen's. Karen closed her eyes, and as soon as she did, Sarah changed trajectory and put her teeth against the soft silky skin of Karen's neck.

When she started biting, Karen's arms came up around her shoulders. Sarah bit harder, and Karen moaned, squeezing those shoulders. Sarah's tongue traced over the teeth marks, then she moved and bit down on the other side, harder still. Karen's fingers curled, and her nails ran lines down Sarah's arms.

Karen was groaning softly, digging her nails into Sarah's skin. Sarah twined her fingers through Karen's hair, pulling it just enough to drag out a moan, which stretched into throaty sigh, and finally, as Sarah's jaw clamped tighter and tighter, a squeal.

She loosened her teeth and began running her tongue over the marks again, chuckling softly as she pressed her tongue into the little grooves in Karen's skin.

Karen's hands slid down Sarah's back, along the leather of her corset. She moved Sarah's skirt aside and slid a finger along her skin.

Sarah pulled away from Karen's neck and looked at her with a surprised smile on her face.

“You shaved.”

Sarah nodded.

“Me too. But not today.” Karen's smile became mischievous. “I'm afraid there's a tiny bit of stubble.” She reached down and pulled her skirt up a little, so they could press skin to skin. “So there might be a little bit of friction.”

“Friction, huh?” Sarah slid her knees back a bit and pressed her pelvis down, sliding forward a bit. She kept her eyes locked on Karen's as she moved back and forth, watching the eyes roll back in Karen's head, mouth opening in quiet joy. She gripped Sarah's hips, pulling her harder, as if trying to pull Sarah inside her.

Sarah chuckled and reached into her pouch. She snapped the cuff on Karen's wrist, screwing it shut before dragging it over to the other wrist. Once they were linked, she lifted them up above Karen's head and pressed them onto the blanket with her gloved hand. Karen made a show of struggling, but only a little bit.

“Now people who walk by will definitely know something is going on,” Karen said.

Sarah laughed. “You don't think that straddling you and chewing on your neck was enough of a hint?”

She slid forward again, pulling a soft moan from Karen's throat. “Or the tribbing?”

Karen bit her lip. “Most people don't even know what that is,” she said.

“It's not a vocabulary test,” Sarah said, running her tongue from Karen's collar bone up her neck and around the curve of her ear. “They'll know what's going on, even if they don't know what it's called.”

Karen smirked, groaned again, and pushed her hips up against Sarah's. “I guess anyone who comes by would see us, then.”

“Doesn't that bother you?”

Karen shook her head. “You?”

“Not even a little.” Sarah smiled. “But if we do get caught, you have to talk our way out of it.”

“Why me?”

Sarah wriggled the handcuffs. “You're the one tied up,” she said, her voice throaty as the movement between them began to warm her up in a way that had nothing to do with friction.

“Doesn't that mean you should be explaining?”

Sarah glares down at her. “Fine,” she says. “But that means you have to cash whatever checks my mouth writes.”

Karen smirks. “I like the sound of that. What do you mean?”

Sarah shrugs, looking around as if trying to come up with an idea. “I just mean that if some cop comes by, and I promise him a blow job if he lets us go, it'll be your lips around his cock. Or if I promise someone a boot licking, it'll be your tongue against the leather. And if I offer someone anal, well,” she smirks. “It'll be your ass on the line.”

Karen laughs. “Why me?”

“You're the one in the school uniform,” Sarah said, shivering as the pleasure began to build through her body. “So you're the one who's being a bad girl.”

“So I get punished?” Karen looked up at her with a coquettish grin.

Sarah nodded, tracing the nail of her first finger along Karen's chin, bending down to give her a soft kiss. “Is that okay?” she asked. She pressed her forehead to Karen's and smiled at her, their lips inches apart.

“There's just one problem,” Karen said.

“What's that?”

“If no one comes by, I don't get punished.” She gave Sarah a pouting look.

Sarah smirked. “Oh, I don't know about that,” she said. She pressed her lips against Karen's again. “If no one else comes, I'll just have to punish you myself.”

Karen moaned as they kissed, long and deep and flushed with passion. It felt like hours before they finally broke the kiss, and Karen could feel the pleasure cruising through her body as the orgasm started to build. “Promise?”

Sarah bit her lip and ground a little bit faster, her breath starting to come in gasps . She smiled down at Karen as they both neared the edge.

“Promise,” she said. “You dirty slut.”

Karen's laugh pushed them both over the edge, moaning in pleasure under the bright sun.