Let’s Go Play in the Park

This little episode is about an encounter with a girl that I had previously written about. She was a cute Latina with the big, beautiful backyard that enjoyed a domineering man. Anyways, this will be much shorter because I do not have to set the story up with any background information. For more about the girl read “Head at the Gym” and you will get a good indication of the type of girl I was with.

This time, I had been out drinking late with my friends. There were many of us and all our extended friends out that night, but I was going from bar to club to bar with a core group of two other guys. We had successfully gotten numbers for the night, but it was still early so we were in no rush to head home with any girls.

As the evening wore on, we were chatting more with each other and hanging with other friends and taking shots all night. Eventually, we were not chatting with many girls or running any game. I realized around 1:30am that I had no good prospects to go home with and I was not in the mood to go home alone. I decided that my best course of action and most probable targets would be the girls that I already had as my network of “friends”. I texted 3 of them simultaneously with an anonymous “hey, what you doing?”

The first one responded rather quickly and said she had a headache. Liar. She was somewhere else with someone else and instead of telling me what she was doing or even trying to talk to me for any reason, she just responded with the universal “headache” response. Fine. I’d give her another chance in the future, but if I get the same response, I can just delete her out of my phone and move onto the next one.

The second said that she was out with friends at a bar further north than where we were. She was a good candidate, but I was not really wanting to wait all night for her to come meet me and then take a cab home. I’d keep in touch unless the last girl had a better response.

The third girl said that she was out on a date and just getting out of a movie. She had plans to go get a few drinks with this guy but she would let me know in a bit if I could come over to her place.

Freaking great. I had to go back into my phone book and select a few other girls to send the same “hey, what you doing?” line. These girls did not answer me as quickly, though one was out and asked where I was. Problem with her was that she was in Coconut Grove and was already really drunk so she was in the mood but by the time I got to her place she could pass out and be fast asleep. The other two never returned my text message.

I decided that I would get in the car with my friends and act like I was going home but always keep up with where the first two possible candidates until I was home.

When we got to the car, as we were leaving the parking deck on South Beach, I texted the two candidates. The Latin honey said that she was with her friends coming to meet me. The other said she was still out but did not know how much longer she would be there.

I had a decision to make, would I stay in South Beach or would I go home? I texted the Latina to ask how many people were with her. She said that she was in the car with 3 other friends but that they were just dropping her off.

Perfect.

I replied back that she should just head on home and that I would meet her at her apartment. I then texted the other girl to tell her to be safe and maybe later in the week we could meet.

I then replied to the Latina that she should just ride with those girls back to her apartment and that I would meet her there. She then responded that she wanted to do something different but she did not know what, just that she was in the mood for something freaky.

This sounded like fun, and was honestly music to my ears since it was keeping it fresh and fun and not more of the same. I have had my share of freaky girls, but one who suggested it and left the door open to my imagination was just so much more fun. I told her that I had an idea but I would not tell her until I went to pick her up.

After another 20 minutes of driving, we arrived in front of my apartment complex and my friend let me out of the car. They called me some names because I did not want to go to Taco Bell with them at 2:00am, but I had better plans and I was certainly not sharing that until after it happened.  Whatever, I was going to have fun and they had no idea.

I walked up through the front door of the complex, past the elevators, and towards the stairwell and headed down the stairs to the garage and my car. I got in, and quickly drove over to the Latina’s apartment in Brickell. She came from a wealthy family and they were only happy to pay for her ridiculously posh apartment.

I had to wait for about 10 or 15 minutes, but I saw her friend’s car pull up to the front. She got out and went into her purse for her phone to message me. I got her text and immediately called her. She answered and asked if I would be much longer and I told her I was already there and that I could see her. She walked out to the street and then saw me in my car. She walked up and immediately climbed into the passenger seat.

As if the after effects of the drinking were not enough to hinder safe driving, this girl was not about to sit idly in the seat and wait until I parked somewhere. She leaned over and began kissing my neck.

She said softly, “I want to do something freaky.”

I responded, “I know, I have a plan.”

She continued kissing and was beginning to rub my chest and my thighs. “What is your plan?” She asked.

“You will see in a minute.” I replied.

“Tell me know,” she said impatiently.

“You’ll just have to wait,” I returned.

“Sure you can’t tell me now?” As she began undoing my belt and my fly.

“I’m sure.” I said, trying to stay as stone cold as I could.

She put her face down and got to work. She was definitely wanting a good time tonight and we would probably have two, maybe three rounds. “You sure?” She asked again, almost slurping her own spit of my cock. “Yes.” I replied and did not say another word until we got where I wanted to be, even though she kept her mouth on my cock the whole time. What? Was I going to tell her and give her the opportunity to stop?

When we stopped, she looked up to see where we were. She did not recognize it immediately and looked at me. She was wondering where we were and what I had in store. I had crossed the bridge for Key Biscayne and driven over the big bridge until I got to Crandon Park. There, I had pulled in until I was near the locked gate. There was no way to get my car in, but I could hide my car against the side of the entrance and we could walk into the Park towards the beach.

“What did you have in mind?” She asked. I told her that I thought we could go play in the park and take some pictures of ourselves as well. “What?” She asked again, trying to wrap her head around the idea. “Just get out. Let’s go play in the park.” I said and hopped out of the car after redoing my pants.

She slid out hesitantly and she walked slowly. She was nervous on the walk over there and was wondering if it would be safe. I said it was Crandon Park which had very few, if any, late night guests. She then asked about the cops coming up and seeing the car. I told her that we would use the park benches and that if a cop drove up, we could see his lights and make up a story about being there and not get into trouble.

With some reluctance, she agreed and we sat at the first picnic table we came to. To make her feel more comfortable, I began to kiss her neck and rub her body up and down. She finally relaxed and threw her purse onto the table and began feeling me up and down. I then pushed her away and took out my small camera. I told her to get on the table and look at me. She obeyed and I started taking pictures. She seemed to get into it and before I knew it, she was giving me a strip show while I was taking pictures.

She got down to her panties and I stopped and walked over to her. I undid my pants and pulled out my hard cock. She was already on all fours and began sucking. I took two, maybe three pictures of her doing this and then tossed my camera by her purse.

We then proceeded to have a good session, though the table was not comfortable and a towel or blanket would have helped tremendously. We were reduced to a few positions while using some clothing for her knees or her ass. Because I did not have any rags to clean up any mess, I made her squat down and catch all of my cum in her mouth. Even with my extensive viewing of porn and the camera being mere feet away from me, I did not think to take a picture of her like that until after she started getting dressed.

We walked back to my car and drove to her place. I stayed the night and was going to leave when I woke up the next morning. When she woke up, she asked me what we did and I asked her if she remembered the park. She said she did not so I asked her what she did remember. She remembered only up to the point of getting into my car the previous night. I told her some highlights but did not want her to ask too many questions so as I was talking, I reached over and began fondlingbetween her legs. She got quickly in the mood and went down to work on the shaft some. We ended up having much more comfortable session in her bed. I then showered and left.

As far as the pictures go, I remember looking through them the following day and noticing some were not very good. I erased those. The remainders I kept for a while but deleted them, to my everlasting regret, when she got her most recent boyfriend.